767: Chapter 768 The Young Man with a Sword

Ancient God Burial Plain, a blood-colored valley.

Xia Wudao suppressed the chaotic Imperial Dragon Qi within his body, and as he looked up, he happened to see the moment when the number of dao seeds behind his name on the heavenly pride list dropped to zero, and his ranking plummeted crazily.

"Battle Asura! Sword White Robe!"

Xia Wudao's eyes turned blood-red, and he let out a low, beast-like roar. His fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and his nails dug deep into his palms, blood dripping through his fingers.

A supreme humiliation! A supreme humiliation unseen in eternity!

He, the True Dragon Prince of the Great Xia Immortal Dynasty, had actually had all his dao seeds stolen, his ranking wiped to zero!

On the other side of the Ancient Plains, a chaotic battlefield.

"Heh, job done, another three dao seeds in the bag!"

A burly man carrying a spiked club the size of a door panel weighed the three newly acquired dao seeds in his hand with satisfaction, then casually kicked aside the few unconscious, stripped-bare Prodigies at his feet.

It was none other than Shi Jingxian.

He looked up and glanced at the heavenly pride list. With this look, his copper-bell-like eyes widened even further.

"Whoa! Old Mo is doing well! 13 dao seeds, eighth place! He charged straight into the top ten!" Shi Jingxian grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth.

"Junior Brother Hanyu also has 10, twelfth place! Junior Brother Xiao and Junior Brother Ling also have 9, eighteenth and nineteenth! These guys, whose treasury did they rob? So fierce?"

His gaze subconsciously swept across the list, then landed on those two names that had just dimmed and disappeared.

"Huh? Chu Yungui? That unlucky Saint from the Taixuan Immortal Palace?"

Shi Jingxian scratched his head, a strange expression appearing on his face, "The name is gone? Eliminated? Or..."

He recalled the pathetic state of Chu Yungui when he had beaten him unconscious and stripped him bare during the last dao seed tide, and then looked at the skyrocketing dao seed counts and rankings of Mo Yu, Fang Hanyu, and the others.

"Could it be that this idiot went to provoke Senior Brother Xiao and the others again, and was then casually slaughtered?"

Shi Jingxian curled his lip, looking as if he had expected it, "Tsk, he really doesn't learn his lesson, is living not good enough? Why insist on hitting an iron plate."

He felt no sympathy for this, even finding it a bit funny.

For a guy like Chu Yungui who was both weak and loved to court death, being eliminated in a place like the Ancient God Burial Plain was perfectly normal.

Shi Jingxian shouldered his spiked club, threw these trivial thoughts to the back of his mind, and stared intently into the depths of the mist, where new spiritual energy fluctuations were coming from.

"Where is the next target? Hope there are more fat sheep..."

His rugged figure once again disappeared into the gray-white killing mist, leaving behind only a few unconscious, clean-as-a-whistle former fat sheep.

The upheaval of the heavenly pride list was like a stone thrown into a blood-colored lake, splashing short but intense ripples everywhere on the Ancient Plains, before being quickly swallowed by the more cruel tides of slaughter.

This was the Ancient God Burial Plain; survival and plunder were the eternal themes.

The shocking battle record of the last moment could become the prelude to one's own destruction in the next.

As time passed, the fighting became increasingly intense.

The heavenly pride list jumped violently every moment, light flickering and fading, and the rankings never stopped changing.

Prodigies from various top forces who had originally been hiding their strength, keeping a low profile, or had been dormant, all felt invisible pressure and threats to their survival. They no longer deliberately restrained their foundations, but instead unsealed their strength and erupted completely.

In the east, purple Qi surged for three thousand li, and dense dao patterns flowed across the sky.

The Saint of the Myriad Phenomena Dao Palace wore an Eight Trigrams Dao robe, his expression indifferent and waveless. As he raised his hand to form seals, a Myriad Phenomena Killing Array formed from the ground, runes locking the sky and trapping the earth, instantly eliminating three Peak Immortal King experts who had joined forces to besiege him.

After the battle, his dao seed count skyrocketed, and he forcefully charged into the top fifteen of the heavenly pride list, shining brightly.

In the south, Demonic Qi pierced the clouds, blocking the sky and sun.

A peerless Demon child of the Heavenly Demon Palace stepped into the air, his figure tall and arrogant, surrounded by the aura of a vast, ancient fierce demon.

He manifested the true body of the World-Destroying Demon Ape, his whole body covered in black fur like steel needles, his physique towering like a mountain, his monstrous ferocity shaking the eight wildernesses, and the wild, violent aura sweeping across the four fields, causing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to tremble violently.

Relying solely on his tyrannical ancient demon body to rampage, his fists and palms shattered the long sky, and his brute force shook a thousand miles.

Where he passed, those who blocked him died instantly; no one could contend with him head-on, and the dao seeds of the fallen opponents were all collected by him.

In the west, cold light traversed the sky, and Saber Qi soared to break the domain.

A silent Youth with the Saber on His Back from the Wuwei Saber Sect, without saying a word, kept his precious saber in its scabbard. Relying only on the biting Saber Intent restrained to the extreme around him, he repelled enemies from all directions. His dao seed count climbed steadily, and his ranking moved forward quietly.

In the north, demonic clouds rolled and churned, black mist obscuring the sun and moon.

Another unfamiliar Demon Race Prodigy broke through the mist and appeared, his aura sinister and domineering. He was not from the same lineage as Mo Cha, but his attacks were even more cruel and ruthless. Where he passed, not a blade of grass remained, and his aura of slaughter was heart-chilling.

The Prodigies of the major top forces all emerged and erupted, instantly impacting the entire landscape of the heavenly pride list.

Established powerhouses were also drawn into the chaotic situation. Mo Cha showed his full ferocity, fighting repeatedly to stabilize his ranking.

Huang Jiutian, Xuan Yi, and others fought bloody battles, struggling to gain a foothold amidst sieges from multiple sides, their rankings fluctuating under the impact of the general trend.

Even the Disciples of the Azure Profound Sect were trapped in continuous fierce battles, encountering successive ambushes from various experts, everyone bathed in blood.

Across the entire Ancient God Burial Plain, war fires burned in the east, west, north, and south. Everywhere there were loud noises of spiritual energy collapsing, Magic Treasures roaring, and Divine Souls fighting.

No one dared to hide their strength anymore, and no one could stay out of it. The slaughter was endless, and plunder and death were happening every moment. The entire Trial Grounds had completely fallen into the white-hot Peak of a melee.

The heavenly pride list rolled violently again, golden light flashing incessantly.

The originally stable ranking pattern was instantly shattered. The competition for the top ten spots was fierce, and the top twenty positions were constantly changing.

Whether it was Mo Yu, Sword White Robe, Battle Asura, or the Little Sword Emperor, Huang Jiutian, Mo Cha, and other established powerhouses, their rankings were all affected by the general trend, fluctuating, and no one could stay securely in their position.

In the central part of the Ancient Plains, broken rocks crisscrossed, and residual cliffs stood alone.

Gray-white desolate mist twined around the cliffs, the wind and sand rustled, and the rocks were cold. This area was originally dead and desolate, but at this moment, it was stirred up by two supreme forces, turning the world upside down.

Boom—!!

Golden War God blood energy and biting, icy saber light collided violently. The sky full of gravel was lifted by the air waves, dust rushed into the sky, and the exploding spiritual light made it difficult for people to open their eyes.

Just a short while ago, the two met, originally for the purpose of hunting.

The Youth with the Saber on His Back perceived that Xiao Ruobai's team possessed significant dao seeds, making them excellent prey. Xiao Ruobai also realized that this person was a formidable enemy with ten dao seeds.

No words were needed; when narrow roads meet, only battle remains.

In the center of the cliff, two figures intertwined and fought.

The Youth with the Saber on His Back from the Wuwei Saber Sect, an individual thin and tall in black clothes, his black hair blown wildly by the gale.

Since stepping into the Ancient God Burial Plain, he had never fought with full strength.

The world knew him as a peerless Genius of the Wuwei Saber Sect, rarely seen in ten thousand years, with Heaven-Defying Comprehension Ability. In his youth, he had already seen through the Dao of Wuwei. With his saber not drawn from its sheath, he could suppress countless Prodigies of the same rank.

He had an invincible heart, entering the Ancient Plains only to hone his saber Dao, indifferently watching the heroes fight, believing that within the same rank, apart from the Little Sword Emperor, no one was qualified to force him to draw his saber.

But today, he was wrong.

Clang—!

Another metallic tremor sounded.

Half an inch of snow-white saber light cut through the sky, the Saber Intent freezing the airflow, simple, domineering, and indifferent, slashing fiercely toward the golden figure in front of him.

Xiao Ruobai stood in the golden light, his War God golden blood boiling hot, golden patterns crawling all over his arms, and his muscle lines erupting with explosive power.

He did not dodge or evade, his fist facing the saber light directly.

Bang!

Fist and blade collided, and violent air waves exploded from the center of the two. The rocks under their feet instantly cracked with dense spiderweb patterns.

The Youth with the Saber on His Back's figure shook slightly, his feet involuntarily sliding back half an inch, the soles of his shoes rubbing against the hard rock, making a harsh, sharp sound.

It was this half-inch of retreat that caused the first ripple to appear deep in his usually calm eyes.

Shock, hard-to-suppress vibration.

He cultivated the ruthless saber Dao, his state of mind already withered like dead ash, but after a hundred rounds of entanglement, the icy saber heart in his heart was actually shaken by this man in front of him.

"This person, his Physical Body, Qi and blood, and strength, all surpass those of the same rank."