800: Chapter 801 It turns out I wasn't the only one.

Ao Zhan slumped in the pile of rubble, his dragon body hunched, his golden dragon eyes hollow and dead, his face displaying a complete lack of desire for life.

This scene, falling into the eyes of Gu Shitian, made his whole body turn cold, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch violently.

"Fortunately, fortunately I didn't snatch the top spot back then, otherwise the one lying there right now would be me..."

Gu Shitian felt a wave of lingering fear in his heart; his gaze toward Xiao Ruobai and Ling Xi was even more fearful than if he were looking at a devil.

In the crowd, Ji Qingyi watched the listless Ao Zhan on the platform, thinking to herself: Ao Zhan no longer has any Battle Intent, might as well...

She immediately locked her gaze onto Gu Shitian, who had just breathed a sigh of relief and hadn't even had time to celebrate, and said calmly: "Gu Shitian, I challenge you."

Everyone followed the sound, only to see Ji Qingyi, who had been standing quietly on the edge, had stepped out at some unknown moment.

On the side, the heart that Gu Shitian had just put down instantly jumped to his throat!! Damn it, why is it coming again?! Are you guys never-ending?!

But he dared not refuse, and could only grit his teeth and ascend the Dao Discussion Platform.

After adjusting his breath, Gu Shitian's state had recovered, and he forcibly restored his Battle Intent.

"Since you want to fight, then let's fight!"

The two each unleashed their ultimate techniques, their magic lights crisscrossing, and the power of the Dao constantly colliding and roaring.

The Glazed Divine Body was activated with full force, ten thousand zhang of divine brilliance soared into the sky, and the power of the Ancient God was mighty.

Ji Qingyi lifted her fingertips slightly, and the Taiyin Divine Power poured out, thousands of frost blades freezing the Void Realm!

After dozens of rounds of intense fighting, the Taiyin cold Qi was ubiquitous, penetrating layer by layer.

In the end, Gu Shitian's Divine Power was in chaos, he spat out a mouthful of golden divine blood, and suffered a wretched defeat.

According to the rules, he gained the time of one incense stick to adjust his breath.

With a bad premonition in his heart, he immediately sat cross-legged, divine patterns circulating, frantically operating his Cultivation Technique to repair his injuries and restore his Divine Power.

The time of one incense stick passed in a flash. Just as Gu Shitian opened his eyes, a rough laugh exploded: "Done adjusting your breath? It's my turn!"

Shi Jingxian carried his spiked club and strode onto the platform, his Qi and blood soaring to the sky.

"I knew it would be like this!"

Gu Shitian's face was extremely livid, angry and furious, but he could only activate the Glazed Divine Body again, ten thousand zhang of divine brilliance reignited, and the power of the Ancient God surged out, directly facing Shi Jingxian!

Half an hour later, Shi Jingxian was covered in blood, having won again.

Gu Shitian's divine brilliance was completely dimmed, the brilliant Ancient God patterns crumbled inch by inch, and his whole body was drenched in golden divine blood that dripped down, soaking the entire Dao Discussion Platform.

His legs trembled slightly, he could barely stand, his entire body's Meridians were in excruciating pain, and his Divine Power was completely overdrawn and exhausted.

The demeanor of the Ancient God Clan's god son, who had previously been high above and looking down on his peers, was gone, leaving only his wretched state and extreme exhaustion.

In a short period of time, two top Prodigies who had previously firmly occupied the front ranks had been defeated one after another, and the rankings on the Golden Light List changed drastically again.

In a hidden corner of the crowd, several Cultivators who had once competed for the Quasi-Immortal Emperor Dao Seed looked at each other, all feeling a chill in their hearts, waves of lingering fear surging up.

Are they all this fierce?

"I, I actually wanted to snatch his dao seed back then?"

"My god, if they had bared their fangs back then, we wouldn't even be able to find our bone scraps now, right?"

"Don't talk about it, my legs are still shaking now. Are these Prodigies? This is a nest of primordial Vicious Beasts!"

The few of them looked at each other in silence, leaving only the relief and lingering fear of having survived a disaster.

Ao Zhan, who had been sitting slumped on the ground with a heart like dead ashes, stared blankly at Gu Shitian on the platform, who had been wretchedly defeated and whose breath was overdrawn.

"So... it wasn't just me."

In his dead, silent golden dragon eyes, a glimmer of light slowly lit up.

The previously overwhelming sense of despair, like the sky collapsing and the earth sinking, had strangely dissipated by more than half after seeing Gu Shitian's miserable state, which was no better than his own.

He had just thought he was the most miserable person in the world, but now...

His Dao Heart, on the verge of shattering, under this strange "consolation," solidified and recovered bit by bit, and the fighting spirit that had originally dissipated miraculously recovered.

It wasn't just him; in a corner of the Dao Discussion Platform, the silent Sword Qi around the Little Sword Emperor Ling Guzhou, who was sitting cross-legged, also suddenly brightened by a few degrees at this moment.

The humiliation of being crushed before, and the feeling of powerlessness from having his Sword Dao broken, gradually faded. Watching the two top Prodigies fall from their altars one after another, his heart actually became a bit more enlightened.

Everyone is this miserable, so it doesn't count as truly miserable!

I, the Little Sword Emperor, can still fight!

Ling Guzhou opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes no longer holding any dejection, only a piercing Sword Intent soaring into the sky.

He leaped up, stepped onto the Dao Discussion Platform again, his sharp gaze locked onto Huang Jiutian, and he issued a challenge in public.

At this moment, he had shed his previous impetuousness and arrogance, fighting steadily.

Although Huang Jiutian had a deep foundation and profound movement techniques, he was ultimately no match for Ling Guzhou.

The sky was filled with a crisscrossing sword net, and sharp Sword Intent sealed off all directions. After dozens of rounds of bitter fighting, Huang Jiutian retreated step by step, and finally suffered a helpless defeat.

One sword settled the outcome, and the whole audience was shocked.

Ling Guzhou made a strong comeback, proving to everyone present once again that his name as the Little Sword Emperor, a peerless Prodigy, was never a false reputation!

Even after experiencing setbacks, one can still go against the current and let their brilliance shine again.

Time passed slowly, the ranking competition on the Dao Discussion Platform continued, the sounds of fighting and roaring rose and fell, but no one dared to rashly provoke the group of Core Disciples of the Azure Profound Sect again.

Until the latter half, a tall and straight figure stepped out, breaking this silent apprehension.

The Youth with the Saber on His Back, Feng Qianshang, gripped his saber hilt, walked steadily onto the high platform, and calmly locked his gaze onto the most dazzling figure in the arena, Battle Asura.

The whole audience was in an uproar, no one understood his choice.

Before, Battle Asura's combat power was unrivaled in the entire arena, crushing his peers with no opponents; this battle had no chance of winning, which was tantamount to voluntarily suffering defeat.

But only Feng Qianshang himself knew that he had ascended the platform this time not seeking victory or defeat, nor seeking a ranking.

He only wanted to face the pinnacle of his peers, personally touch that ultimate martial Dao sharpness, feel Battle Asura's supreme Battle Intent that suppressed everything, and see clearly the true gap between himself and the top powerhouses.

The great battle began, the saber light was biting, directly facing the monstrous power of the Asura Battle Body.

As everyone expected, Feng Qianshang was suppressed throughout, his Moves were repeatedly broken, his offense and defense were restricted everywhere, and in the end, he calmly suffered defeat.

But after his defeat, he had no dejection or decadence, instead, his eyes became more determined. After bowing in a salute, he calmly retreated from the platform, his heart already clear about his own martial Dao shortcomings, and he had gained a lot.

With Feng Qianshang taking the lead, the subsequent situation quietly changed.

Successively, top Prodigies from all walks of life took the initiative to ascend the platform, taking turns to challenge the Core Disciples of the Azure Profound Sect.

They had long since put down the impetuousness of competing for fame and profit, abandoning the obsession with winning and losing.

Little Sword Emperor Ling Guzhou ascended the platform again, actively challenging Li Xuanfeng. After a fierce exchange of sword paths, he was ultimately one Move short and suffered defeat, but this time, he had no more confusion in his heart, only clarity and sedimentation.

Daoist Son of Myriad Phenomena also took the initiative to strike, challenging Fang Hanyu. Their Dao Rhymes crisscrossed and contended, but he was defeated cleanly and neatly by the other party's one sword breaking technique.

...For them, being able to fight with this group of Prodigies who appeared out of nowhere, personally experiencing their ultimate Divine Abilities, feeling the power of the top Dao, and facing their own gaps squarely was also a precious experience.

Every fight was a tempering, and every defeat was a realization of the Dao.

There was no mockery, no ridicule; the whole arena was left only with pure contention and awe.

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