764: Chapter 765 Leave behind the seed of enlightenment, or leave behind your life!

Mo Yu ignored his shock and fury. With a thought, he controlled the Qilin phantom to step through the air. A vast golden wave of Qi swept down, colliding head-on with the Nine Golden Dragons.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Nine consecutive explosions shook the wasteland. Golden light shot into the sky as the dragon shadows and the Qilin phantom became entangled in a fierce struggle. Imperial power and the Sacred Beast's Origin power clashed and annihilated each other.

A violent wave of Qi swept out in all directions from the center of the battlefield. Distant ruins crumbled, and more than half of the gray mist covering the wasteland was forcibly blown away.

The Nine Golden Dragons hissed and roared, relying on the Power of National Destiny and Xia Wudao's Immortal King Peak cultivation to maintain their entanglement. Although the Qilin True Fire could suppress the dragon's prestige, it was difficult to quickly defeat them.

Even with the support of his Sacred Beast Physical Body, Mo Yu's cultivation was ultimately half a stage lower. For a moment, he was entangled by the nine dragons and found it difficult to break free.

After a brief struggle, more than half of the spiritual light from three of the golden dragons was depleted. A trace of bright red blood leaked from the corner of Xia Wudao's mouth. The nine dragons shared the same mind and source as him; as the golden dragons were damaged, he also suffered from spiritual energy backlash.

Meanwhile, the sharpness of Xia Wudao's dragon claws and the suppression of his imperial power caused several shallow bloody gashes on Mo Yu's forelimb scales. The intensity of the Qilin True Fire also weakened slightly, and his aura became somewhat disordered.

Mo Yu's heart tightened. The top Prodigies of the Immortal Realm were indeed not to be underestimated!

A cold, sharp glint flashed in Xia Wudao's eyes. Keenly sensing Mo Yu's exhaustion, a mocking sneer curled his lips.

"Vile beast, an Immortal King Middle Stage dares to contend with this Prince? Your foundation is simply insufficient!"

Xia Wudao was truly enraged. The purple-gold radiance around him suddenly surged as he poured out the Power of National Destiny from his body without reservation.

Behind him, the phantom of the Mountains and Rivers Map rotated and drifted, its aura becoming increasingly heavy. The remaining six golden dragons gathered their might once more, their dragon prestige soaring as they charged toward Mo Yu with crushing force. Faint patterns of Imperial Laws appeared upon the dragon claws.

"Qilin Strikes the Heavenly Palace!"

Mo Yu let out a long cry, lowered his head, and hunched his body. The pair of Qilin horns atop his head, flowing with dark golden divine light, aimed directly at the incoming golden dragon claws as his four hooves slammed into the ground!

Boom—!!!

The wasteland earth shook violently. With Mo Yu as the center, the ground for thousands of miles rose and fell like waves before exploding!

He transformed into a golden comet that tore through heaven and earth, carrying the most primitive and violent power of a Sacred Beast's Physical Body as he slammed fiercely into the descending golden dragon claws!

It was a direct confrontation of tip against edge!

The most overbearing Imperial Seal against the most savage power of an ancient Sacred Beast!

Clang—!!!

At the center of the collision between gold and dark gold, a loud sound like a giant bronze bell erupted.

The sound condensed into a physical shockwave, spreading frantically in a ring. Everywhere it passed, the ground was leveled layer by layer, distant broken hills collapsed, and the gray mist was completely cleared!

The golden dragon claws trembled violently, fine cracks appearing on their surface. The sealing Dao Intent beneath the claws that suppressed everything was actually pierced with a hole by the dark golden divine light of 'Universal Destruction' on Mo Yu's Qilin horns!

"What?!" Xia Wudao's pupils shrank suddenly.

His Nine Dragons Heaven-Suppressing Claws were a secret technique of the Great Xia. Combined with his Immortal King Peak cultivation, he had once suppressed the joint resistance of three Immortal Kings of the same rank with a single claw.

Yet now, it was being shaken by an Immortal King Middle Stage Qilin using pure physical strength?

Mo Yu was also having a hard time. The counter-shock from the dragon claws was as vast as the sea, causing his scales to hum and his blood to surge. A trace of dark golden Sacred Beast essence blood leaked from the corner of his mouth.

The existing wounds on his forelimbs tore open further, and blood dripped down his scales, hitting the ground and splashing into the yellow sand.

However, the fierce light in his eyes grew even stronger. The pride of a Sacred Beast in his bones would not allow him to retreat. His four hooves dug firmly into the ground as the dark golden divine light on his Qilin horns gushed out desperately, locked in a stalemate and a test of strength with the golden dragon claws.

"Break for me!!"

Mo Yu roared. The Dao talismans on his Mo Yu scales lit up in unison, and a roar of blood vitality like a rushing river sounded from within his body.

He actually pushed against the suppression of the dragon claws and took another step forward!

Crack—

The cracks on the golden dragon claws continued to spread, and the imperial spiritual light gradually dimmed.

Xia Wudao's expression finally changed completely, losing all its composure.

He sensed that his Imperial Dragon Qi was being ground away and eroded bit by bit by the other's savage primeval power, and his spiritual energy consumption far exceeded Mo Yu's.

Xia Wudao's face turned ashen with humiliation and anger. He knew that if he continued to fight, even if he won, it would be a pyrrhic victory, and he would instead be vulnerable to enemies hiding in the shadows.

"Humph, I'll admit you have some skill."

"This Prince is not in the mood to play with you today. We shall fight another day!"

He turned, intending to tear through the Void Realm and leave.

However, an indifferent and cold voice suddenly rang out.

"You want to leave?" The Void Realm trembled as a gray, Chaos-like Sword Qi silently spanned the sky, blocking Xia Wudao's path.

Fang Hanyu stepped out slowly, his fingertips lightly resting on his sword hilt, the Sword Intent in his eyes like frost.

"You may leave." He looked up, his gaze calm yet carrying an air that brooked no refusal.

"Leave the dao seeds behind."

Xia Wudao turned his head sharply, killing intent surging in his eyes: "You dare stop me?"

"Since you dared to strike, you must be prepared to have your dao seeds taken," Fang Hanyu said indifferently.

"Seeking death!"

Xia Wudao was furious and no longer held back. The Dragon Qi around him transformed into an Imperial Immortal Sword, which he swung at Fang Hanyu, intending to cut him down in one blow!

He did not believe that there could be another person in this team who could suppress him!

However, Clang—!!!

Fang Hanyu's long sword left its sheath, and he delivered a light, effortless strike.

Yet it seemed to sever the Void Realm, sever the Dragon Qi, and sever all Laws!

The Imperial Immortal Sword Xia Wudao swung shattered instantly. The Sword Qi's momentum did not diminish, striking him directly on the shoulder!

Puchi—!

The Black-Yellow Dragon Robe tore, and blood splattered.

Xia Wudao was sent flying as if hit by a massive weight. His face turned pale instantly, his internal immortal power became chaotic, and even his dao foundation was injured by the Sword Qi!

One move!

With just one move!

He was injured!

Xia Wudao froze in place with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

"To injure me with one sword... even the former Little Sword Emperor couldn't do that!"

"Who exactly are you?!"

Fang Hanyu sheathed his sword and stood there, his tone still indifferent:

"I give you two choices."

"Leave the dao seeds, or leave your life."

Xia Wudao clutched his heavily injured shoulder, his face flushing between green and white. He felt venomous resentment, unwillingness, and rage, yet also a deep sense of powerlessness.

He could tell that the opponent hadn't even used his full strength. If they continued to fight, not only would he fail to seize the Qilin, but he might even lose his life here.

Prince's dignity? Compared to his path of the Dao and his life, it was worth nothing!

An extremely complex look flashed in Xia Wudao's eyes—shock, fury, unwillingness, and fear—finally turning into a cold ruthlessness and decisiveness.

"Fine... very well!" He squeezed these words out from between his teeth, his voice hoarse.

Xia Wudao flicked his sleeve, and seven dao seeds, glowing with brilliant light and emitting pure Dao auras, were thrown fiercely onto the ground.

"You all remember this for this Prince! Today's humiliation, I, Xia Wudao, will return a hundredfold!"

As his voice fell, he did not dare stay a moment longer. His figure turned into a streak of dragon light, and he fled miserably into the depths of the mist, disappearing instantly.

Fang Hanyu raised his hand and easily caught the seven dao seeds. Without even looking at the fleeing Xia Wudao, he turned and walked back to the others.

In the distance, under the shadow of the ancient palace, there was a dead silence.

Chu Yungui was like a clay sculpture, motionless, his face ashen and his eyes hollow.

"No... impossible! This is absolutely impossible!!" His whole body was cold as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his teeth were chattering from extreme shock and fear.

What had he seen? Xia Wudao, who had defeated him in three moves and was powerful enough to make him despair, had actually been slashed and injured by Sword White Robe in a single strike?!

Were these still the same 'wild' prodigies who had once forced Su Hanzhou to personally intervene to save them?

"They... how can they be so strong?!" Chu Yungui's Dao Heart shook violently.

The quasi-Holy Son beside him was even more pale, trembling and not daring to breathe loudly for fear of attracting the attention of that group of death stars below.

"Saint, let's run!"

Chu Yungui nodded stiffly, still unable to accept that those people he once thought he could easily manipulate had actually become so powerful.

Just as he wanted to quietly retreat and take the opportunity to flee.

An indifferent and somewhat coldly mocking voice rang out without warning in the void, piercing through the mist and straight into the shadows of the ancient palace. It was Xiao Ruobai's voice!

"You've watched for so long. Is it enough, my Saint Chu?"