763: Chapter 764 The Great Xia Prince, Xia Wudao

"This mount is of good quality; this Young Master wants it."

Before the words had even faded, a brilliant golden light suddenly lit up the horizon.

The roar of Dragons approached from afar as nine golden Dragon shadows broke through the grayish-white mist, spiraling and dancing above the wasteland, showering the sky with golden light rain.

Each Dragon shadow was incredibly solid, with flying scales and claws, emitting a vast and majestic imperial aura that forcibly dispersed and suppressed the dark, baleful Qi within a hundred-mile radius.

A young man dressed in purple-gold robes stepped through the air.

His face was handsome as if carved, and his brow was filled with the majesty and dominance of one who had long held a high position.

Behind him, phantom images of Mountains and Rivers of the State could be seen floating, with the sun, moon, and stars rotating, as if he carried the national fortune and majesty of an entire Imperial Dynasty.

His aura was as heavy and profound as a prison, unfathomable—the Peak of the Immortal King realm!

The Prince of the Great Xia Immortal Dynasty, Xia Wudao!

Stepping in the Void Realm, he looked down from above, his gaze sweeping over the seven people below like lightning before finally settling on Mo Yu, who had just transformed into human form.

That gaze was not like looking at an opponent, but more like inspecting a treasure that was about to belong to him, filled with appraisal and satisfaction.

"A pure-blooded Qilin descendant, with a Bloodline that has returned to its ancestors to such a degree. Rare."

Xia Wudao nodded slightly, his tone indifferent but naturally commanding.

"Come with this Prince. Be my mount, and I will appoint you as the Guardian Divine Beast, granting you a first-rank offering, nourishment from the dragon veins, and your choice of Cultivation Techniques and treasures.

When this Prince ascends to the imperial throne in the future, you can become the national totem and enjoy incense offerings for ten thousand generations."

He spoke as if it were a matter of course, as if this were a monumental favor.

Below, Wang Xiaopang nudged Mo Yu with his elbow:

"Old Mo, not bad! You're really popular; everywhere you go, someone wants to take you as a mount!"

Mo Yu's mouth twitched. "If you want to be one, I don't mind if you go."

Then he slowly looked at Xia Wudao, his face expressionless. "Mount? Guardian Divine Beast? And incense for ten thousand generations?"

He shook his head as if he couldn't be bothered to look at the posturing figure in the sky any longer. Instead, he turned his head and looked at Xiao Ruobai, who was standing nearby holding his halberd.

Xiao Ruobai's eyes narrowed slightly as he glanced at the nine circling golden Dragons and Xia Wudao's figure. There was no ripple in his gaze, only a hint of inquiry.

He looked at Mo Yu and asked only five short words:

"Will you do it, or shall I?"

Mo Yu nodded slightly, a cold sharp glint flashing in his eyes. His tone was calm yet resolute: "My business, I'll handle it myself."

Before his words could fade, a brilliant spiritual light suddenly erupted from his body. A domineering pressure originating from an ancient Sacred Beast swept out in all directions, instantly breaking through the shroud of Xia Wudao's Nine Dragon Imperial Qi and clashing head-on with that vast imperial aura.

"Boom—!!!"

Airwaves exploded, and yellow sand filled the sky. Mo Yu's figure soared into the air, with phantom golden scales faintly appearing around him. Ancient Qilin runes circulated his body, each one emitting an aura that suppressed all ages.

He without any superfluous words, he stepped forward, making the Void Realm tremble as he charged directly towards Xia Wudao.

Meanwhile, not far away, two figures were drawn by the fluctuations here and were quietly approaching.

The leader was none other than the Saint of Taixuan Immortal Palace, Chu Yungui, followed by a quasi-Holy Son.

Chu Yungui was currently emitting the cultivation fluctuations of the Late Stage of the Immortal King realm. Although his eyes were still sinister, deep within them hid a rekindled arrogance and ambition belonging to a Saint.

In the previous round of the dao seed competition, he had indeed been repeatedly humiliated by Shen Jinghong, Shi Jingxian, and the others, left in a wretched state with his Dao Heart nearly collapsing.

But perhaps his bad luck had reached its end, and things were turning around; he had obtained a significant ancient Legacy within the Secret Realm!

Not only were his injuries fully healed, but his cultivation had also broken through to the Late Stage of the Immortal King realm in one fell swoop. The spiritual energy surging within his body was far superior to before.

In his hands, relying on his newly acquired Divine Ability, he had barely managed to seize two dao seeds, allowing him to enter this second round at the Ancient God Burial Plain.

This sudden Opportunity was like a shot of adrenaline, pulling him out of the abyss of despair. The spirit that had almost been extinguished was quietly growing again, even becoming more intense.

He felt that he was capable again.

Those bastards Shen Jinghong and Shi Jingxian were only relying on sneak attacks and bizarre methods!

In a head-on confrontation, with his current cultivation and the Divine Abilities of the Taixuan Immortal Palace, he might actually stand a chance!

"It's Xia Wudao!" That quasi-Holy Son whispered in alarm as he approached, his voice carrying an irrepressible fear.

"The Nine Dragon Imperial Qi of the Great Xia Immortal Dynasty! Why is he here?"

In the Immortal Realm, the Great Xia Immortal Dynasty was one of the top powers of the Human Race, and Xia Wudao was a Prodigy among his generation. Within the same rank, he had defeated countless opponents, and very few dared to defy his will.

Chu Yungui did not answer immediately. His sinister gaze stared fixedly at the nine circling golden Dragons and the purple-gold figure beneath them, bone-deep hatred churning in the depths of his eyes.

Xia Wudao!

This was a terrifying opponent he had once fought, who had completely defeated him within three moves and snatched away almost all of his accumulations at the time!

Back then, if Elder Kurong hadn't arrived in time, his dao foundation would likely have been damaged.

That battle was a humiliation in his heart second only to being plundered by Shen Jinghong and Shi Jingxian.

Then, his gaze swept downward. When he clearly saw the few people confronting Xia Wudao, he was first stunned, and then an indescribable ecstasy and malice suddenly surged in his heart.

It was Battle Asura! Sword White Robe! And that damned Qilin! They were facing off.

"Truly... enemies meet on a narrow path!"

Chu Yungui practically squeezed these words through his teeth, his face flushed with an abnormal red from excitement, his tone full of gratification.

"Good, excellent! That madman Xia Wudao has set his sights on that Qilin; they're dead for sure!"

He knew well how terrifying Xia Wudao was—an existence that could easily crush those of the same rank and was domineering to the extreme. But he was now also in the Late Stage of the Immortal King realm and had obtained a Legacy Opportunity, so he was full of confidence.

"Your Highness, should we..." A fierce glint flashed in the quasi-Holy Son's eyes as he made a gesture for the fisherman to benefit from the fight.

"No, wait." Chu Yungui raised his hand, feigning calmness, but the gratification and arrogance in his eyes could not be hidden.

"Let Xia Wudao move first. Once he's dealt with those scumbags and taken the Qilin, we'll see. Perhaps we can even take down Xia Wudao..."

He calculated malicious thoughts in his mind. If he could use Xia Wudao's hand to eliminate his enemies and then wait for an Opportunity, he might be able to kill two birds with one stone.

He held his breath and focused, waiting for the miserable sight of Xiao Ruobai and the others being crushed by Xia Wudao.

On the other side, seeing that Mo Yu actually dared to resist, Xia Wudao's face darkened, and the majesty on his brow instantly turned into anger.

"Presumptuous! This Prince has bestowed a great Opportunity upon you, and you dare to refuse? It seems that without a lesson, you won't know the height of the heavens or the depth of the earth!"

As his voice fell, he waved his hand. The nine golden Dragons circling high above instantly roared and dove down, their dragon claws carrying boundless imperial power like nine golden divine mountains, crushing down towards Mo Yu.

Each Dragon shadow was incredibly solid, with majestic dragon power. The Peak Immortal King cultivation, combined with the orthodox imperial Legacy, possessed power far exceeding the combined efforts of those six Prodigies from earlier.

"Nine Dragons Suppressing the World!"

Xia Wudao gave a low shout. The phantom of the Mountains and Rivers of the State behind him became even clearer. With the support of the national fortune, the power of the nine golden Dragons rose by another thirty percent.

Facing the nine golden Dragons diving towards him, Mo Yu's expression remained unchanged as he let out a world-shaking Qilin roar.

That roar contained the Origin majesty of an ancient Sacred Beast, causing the nine golden Dragons to falter slightly, their vast dragon power becoming mysteriously chaotic.

"Qilin Incinerating the Heavens!"

Mo Yu gave a low shout. Raging golden-red Qilin True Fire ignited around him. Amidst the surging flames, an ancient and boundless phantom of a Qilin slowly emerged, its figure massive and towering.

Its beastly eyes were as dazzling as the sun, and the Qilin horn on its head flowed with brilliant spiritual light. It possessed the transcendent aura of an ancient Sacred Beast, not at all weaker than Xia Wudao's Nine Dragon Imperial Qi.

Wherever the Qilin True Fire passed, the golden light rain filling the sky was instantly evaporated. The heavy imperial aura sizzled under the intense heat. The scales of the nine golden Dragons grew hot, and faint scorch marks actually appeared on their surfaces.

"Impossible!" Xia Wudao's face changed drastically, his eyes filled with disbelief. "Your flames can actually shake this Prince's Nine Dragon Imperial Qi?"

This Nine Dragon Imperial Qi of his was condensed from the national fortune of the Great Xia Immortal Dynasty. With the imperial path upon him and the support of his Peak Immortal King cultivation, almost no one of the same rank could confront it head-on.

He had thought he could suppress the opponent at will, but he never expected that a Qilin descendant at the Middle Stage of the Immortal King realm could actually hold firm against his imperial Divine Ability.