799: Chapter 800 How can we play like this?

Ling Xi slowly withdrew her finger. The Devouring Dao Rhyme around her gradually settled. Her white clothes remained pristine and unstained, her expression as indifferent as ever.

Her calm gaze fell upon Gu Shitian as she spoke softly:

"Thank you for the match."

As her voice fell, the ancient Dao voice resounded through the Pure Land right on cue:

"The winner, Azure Rakshasa. The rankings have been updated: Azure Rakshasa is now ranked third, and Gu Shitian is shifted down to fourth."

The Golden Light Ranking List instantly refreshed. The third spot changed from Gu Shitian to Ling Xi, while Gu Shitian's name dimmed and shifted down to the fourth position.

The light barrier of the Dao Discussion Platform on the right slowly dissipated.

Below the platform, all the prodigies stood dumbfounded, their minds completely blank, having lost the ability to speak.

Gulp.

One Prodigy swallowed hard, the sound of his Adam's apple bobbing exceptionally clear in the dead silence.

"She actually did it..."

Someone, in a dry and hoarse voice, muttered this phrase, repeating a feat of battle that seemed almost impossible in this world.

"One finger?! She used only one finger?! And Gu Shitian was defeated?!"

"What kind of Divine Ability was that?! I couldn't see it clearly at all! Gu Shitian's defense was like paper!"

"The Devouring Great Dao is actually this terrifying?! She turned Gu Shitian's own power against him?!"

"What kind of monstrous prodigies are they?! Battle Asura defeated the True Dragon Crown Prince with a single punch, and Azure Rakshasa crushed the Divine Son of the Ancient God Clan with one finger... My Dao Heart..."

All the prodigies, no matter how conceited or proud they had been before, were now struck dumb with terror, their bodies turning cold.

Looking at the two figures standing proudly in the arena, Xiao Ruobai and Ling Xi, only boundless awe and fear remained in their eyes.

Ao Zhan, who held the top spot, defeated!

Gu Shitian, who held the second spot, defeated!

Little Sword Emperor Ling Guzhou, defeated!

Moreover, they were all forcefully defeated in direct, no-nonsense, head-on clashes!

This kind of crushing defeat instantly struck a deep, bone-chilling shock and dread into the hearts of all the prodigies.

"Who... are they really?"

This question swirled frantically in everyone's mind.

This completely shattered their understanding of the word "Prodigy"; any words felt pale and meaningless.

"Prodigies, they are truly prodigies, and a whole nest of them!"

A top Prodigy muttered to himself, his Face deathly pale, his Dao Heart trembling.

They had originally harbored the desire to challenge them, but now only a deep sense of powerlessness remained.

To be born in the same era as such existences was a blessing, but even more so, an absolute tragedy!

Huang Jiutian's delicate body trembled slightly, all color draining from her beautiful Face. She subconsciously looked at the Daoist Son of Myriad Phenomena beside her.

They exchanged a glance, both seeing the deep shock and lingering fear in each other's eyes.

Fortunately, they hadn't let their heads get hot and chosen to make enemies of them earlier...

The Youth with the Saber on His Back, Feng Qianshang, had eyes like lightning as he locked his gaze onto the two figures in the arena.

He subconsciously gripped the hilt of the saber on his back, his knuckles turning white from the force.

"Terrifyingly strong..."

A tempest raged in his heart. "I wonder if drawing my saber would allow me to withstand their attacks? Or..."

On the other side, the Little Sword Emperor, Ling Guzhou, sat cross-legged in a corner of the Dao Discussion Platform, cradling the Guhong Ancient Sword, of which only half remained.

His eyes were tightly shut, but the Sword Qi around him was vibrating at an unprecedented frequency.

The humiliation of defeat and the powerlessness of his sword path being crushed now transformed into the most intense fuel.

He was comprehending the sword, comprehending it through failure, trying to find the true meaning of his own sword path from that patch of Chaos and that streak of devouring light.

In a corner of this Prodigy Battlefield, Wang Zhan's fingers gripped his long spear so tightly they trembled slightly from the exertion, his expression complex to the extreme.

Deep within the Void Realm, the hazy light orb transformed from the will of the immortal domain manifested once again.

This time, his gaze did not sweep across the entire field, but instead lingered for a long time, staring in the direction of the people from the Azure Profound Sect.

More precisely, his gaze mainly lingered on the three of them: Xiao Ruobai, Ling Xi, and Fang Hanyu.

The light orb fluctuated slightly, as if countless Dao runes were rising and falling, calculating within it, attempting to analyze the origins and future of these suddenly rising, ridiculously strong "variables."

However, the shroud of mist enveloping them, which seemed to originate from an even deeper source, was something even the will of the immortal domain could not fully see through for the time being.

After a long time, a barely audible sigh, which only existences of the same level could perceive, rippled out through the Void Realm.

"Sigh..."

It was the voice of the Taichu remnant soul, filled with deep emotion:

"Misjudged them again..."

"I originally thought that Sword White Robe was already the pinnacle of the sword path in this generation, crowning his peers...

"But I didn't expect that the ones hiding even deeper were this War God Body and this Devouring Great Dao..."

The light orb of the will of the immortal domain flickered slightly, serving as a response.

His gaze finally shifted away from the people of the Azure Profound Sect, slowly sweeping across the dejected and shocked prodigies below.

Huang Jiutian, the Daoist Son of Myriad Phenomena, Ao Zhan, the Youth with the Saber on His Back Feng Qianshang, the World-Destroying Demon Ape Yuan Lietian...

Each of these top prodigies, who had originally shone with boundless brilliance, now seemed somewhat dim under the blazing, sun-like radiance of Battle Asura and the others.

However, the selection was not yet over. Under the rules, as long as the rankings were not finalized, challenges could continue.

Yet, while everyone's eyes wandered over Xiao Ruobai, Ling Xi, and Li Xuanfeng, not a single person dared to make the first move.

It was a bone-deep dread; no one wanted to become the next background prop to be blasted apart by a single punch or defeated by a single finger.

This bizarre standoff lasted for a full incense stick's time.

It wasn't until a lower-ranked Prodigy finally lost his patience and challenged an opponent ranked just one spot above him that this dead silence was broken.

What followed was like a pot of boiling water suddenly having its lid removed; all kinds of divine abilities, techniques, strange weapons, and exotic treasures bloomed in competition.

The numbers on the Golden Light Ranking List began to jump frequently, positions swapping back and forth, as the sounds of fighting and explosions echoed incessantly.

However, no matter how fierce the battles were, everyone's challenges tacitly bypassed a few specific names.

Wang Xiaopang, Dong Li, Mo Yu, Shi Jingxian, Ji Qingyi...

Even Wang Zhan, whose cultivation was at the very bottom among the fifty people present, was someone no one dared to provoke at this moment.

He had come together with Battle Asura and the others!

Who could guarantee that he didn't possess Heaven-Defying combat power?

They would rather challenge opponents with higher cultivation who were at least normal, rather than risk testing that group of lunatics who didn't play by the rules.

After all, if another freakish Prodigy who could clash head-on with a True Dragon or defeat an Ancient God with a single finger emerged, it wouldn't just be a matter of losing Face; they might even lose their lives.

The clashes within the top ten echelon in the arena were continuous. Huang Jiutian, the Daoist Son of Myriad Phenomena, the World-Destroying Demon Ape, Feng Qianshang, the Buddhist Saint, and other prodigies took turns to compete for rankings.

After several rounds of combat and maneuvering, Ao Zhan and Gu Shitian, relying on their profound foundations, faced incoming enemies several times and firmly held onto their rankings, never losing again.

Just when everyone thought the top-tier layout was about to be finalized, Mo Yu and Wang Xiaopang, who had been watching coldly from the sidelines without showing their hand, finally made their move.

Wang Xiaopang was the first to take the stage, calling out Ao Zhan to challenge him.

Ao Zhan furrowed his brows. Following the rules, he adjusted his breathing for the duration of an incense stick, bringing his state to its Peak. Unleashing his True Dragon Divine Might without reservation, golden Dragon Qi swept across the entire arena.

He absolutely would not allow himself to lose again.

After a fierce battle lasting an incense stick's time, with Talismans filling the sky and dragon might towering to the heavens, Wang Xiaopang ultimately proved superior in skill and won!

Ao Zhan's Face turned ash-pale as he stepped down from the stage to adjust his breathing.

Just as he finished adjusting his breathing, Li Xuan stepped onto the stage and challenged Ao Zhan.

The Noble Sword Intent suppressed the dragon might, as the ultimate of the sword path clashed head-on with the True Dragon.

After another incense stick of desperate combat, Li Xuanfeng won!

Ao Zhan retreated again, gritting his teeth to adjust his breathing. Just as his breath stabilized—

Mo Yu took the stage and challenged Ao Zhan.

The Qilin True Fire burned the heavens and split the earth. With his Physical Body, he clashed head-on with the dragon body, punches landing solidly on flesh.

After a fierce battle of one incense stick, Mo Yu won!

Ao Zhan's Face was deathly pale. He desperately adjusted his breathing, and had only just recovered—

Fang Hanyu, clad in white, landed on the stage and challenged Ao Zhan.

The Chaos Sword Intent broke all laws, deciding the victory with a single strike of the sword.

A moment later, Fang Hanyu won!

Ao Zhan froze in place.

Four fair battles, four times going all out, and four total defeats.

He had adjusted his breathing, he had fought desperately, and he had held nothing back.

Yet the result was that four people called him out in turn, one after another, all coming to challenge him.

On the Dao Discussion Platform, Ao Zhan had transformed into his dragon form. His dragon scales were shattered, soaked in dragon blood, and his entire body was in a wretched state. With his dragon claws pointing toward the sky, his golden dragon eyes were hollow and lifeless, his Face completely devoid of any desire to live.

It wasn't because of his injuries, but because his dignity had been crushed and his mental state had completely collapsed.

His voice was hoarse, carrying a despair that showed his composure was shattered to the absolute limit:

"So... you guys are just picking on me and me alone?"

The entire audience was speechless; the prodigies were completely numb.

They had thought the powerhouse after powerhouse who emerged were already the Peak of combat power for their generation, but they hadn't expected that this group of traveling companions each hid unfathomable strength.

Dark horses emerged one after another, repeatedly shattering everyone's baseline understanding of the strength of their generation's prodigies.

How was anyone supposed to play now?