909: Chapter 910 Choice

A deafening roar swept across the entire Wanxiang Secret Realm mountain forest, and the ground cracked open into an abyss thousands of feet wide.

Towering ancient trees were uprooted, and soil, rocks, and broken weapons were sent flying thousands of feet into the air by the violent shockwave.

Dust and smoke obscured the sun and moon, and the entire area was completely swallowed by the interlacing yellow and golden spiritual light.

No one could see the scene at the center of the collision at all, and they could only wait for the result with bated breath and tense nerves.

Liu Qingyao's white robes fluttered as a cyan spiritual light automatically spread out to isolate the shockwave, her eyes locked firmly on the center of the dust.

Spiritual power gathered at her fingertips, ready to strike; the moment Xiao Ruobai's vitality showed signs of fading, she would immediately intervene to save him.

The four great prodigies—Ziyang Peak Personal Disciple Yanlie, Tianjian Peak Personal Disciple Bai Wuchen, Biluo Peak Personal Disciple Chu Dao, and Tianyuan Peak Personal Disciple Su Wanyue—stiffened as they were forced back a hundred paces by the explosive force.

Their eyes were filled with unbelievable shock; a cultivator at the second stage of the Tongtian realm clashing head-on against a Late Stage ninth-stage Tongtian cultivator using a forbidden blood sacrifice technique—this level of courage was rare throughout the ages.

The dust and smoke slowly dissipated.

Xiao Ruobai knelt on one knee at the bottom of the deep pit, his Liekong Halberd stabbed deep into the ground to support his body, his clothes completely shattered.

His body was covered in countless crisscrossing wounds deep enough to see the bone, and blood had soaked the entire ground.

Every breath brought tearing pain, and pungent, sweet blood constantly overflowed from his mouth.

Yet he did not fall, his spine still held straight, and although the War God Phantom had dimmed significantly, it had not dissipated in the slightest.

When everyone saw that golden figure still standing tall, the entire mountain forest erupted in chaos!

"He... he is still alive?!"

"That was a strike approaching the Heavenly Monarch Realm! He took it head-on at the second stage of the Tongtian realm?!"

"Impossible... this is absolutely impossible..."

A Disciple's legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the ground, muttering to himself with a dull look in his eyes:

"Even the four legendary chief Disciples couldn't have done this when they were at the second stage of the Tongtian realm..."

As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding area fell into dead silence.

No one refuted it, because everyone knew that what he said was the truth.

No matter how Heaven-Defying the talents of the four legendary chief Disciples were, none of them had ever taken a full-force strike approaching the Heavenly Monarch Realm while at the second stage of the Tongtian realm.

High in the air, Liu Qingyao's eyes were filled with shock as she stared at that blood-soaked yet upright figure, whispering to herself in her heart:

"Is this... the peerless Prodigy my father spoke of?"

On the other hand, Zhao Qian's blood-sacrificed Xuanwu True Body had dimmed significantly, and the blood-colored patterns on the dark golden tortoise shell were cracking extensively.

A mouthful of essence blood spurted out uncontrollably, and the backlash from the forbidden blood sacrifice technique was crazily eroding his dao foundation.

His Meridians were damaged inch by inch, and his cultivation level could be seen dropping visibly.

His world-destroying strike, which had consumed his Origin and damaged his Foundation, had failed to kill the mere second-stage Tongtian realm Xiao Ruobai!

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Zhao Qian's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a madman, staring fixedly at the youth in the deep pit as all the pride and arrogance in his heart collapsed.

He had spent tens of thousands of years cultivating the Xuanwu True Art, as the top true Disciple of Xuanwu Peak and a direct descendant of the Third Elder.

Yet today, he was being crushed by a junior from a newly joined Sect; having exhausted all his trump cards and used forbidden techniques to no avail, this humiliation was enough to shake his Dao Heart.

"A mere second-stage Tongtian cultivator, how could you block my Xuanwu World-Destroyer!"

Zhao Qian roared uncontrollably, wanting to activate the power of the blood sacrifice again, but more than half of his Origin had already been consumed.

Every time he mobilized a trace of the earth's dao patterns, his internal organs felt as if they were being cut by knives.

The backlash of the blood sacrifice had already begun to permanently damage his Foundation.

Xiao Ruobai slowly propped himself up with his long halberd as his 'You Can't Kill Me' Cultivation Technique continued to circulate, his physical wounds healing rapidly.

The Battle Intent in his eyes had not faded; on the contrary, it burned even brighter.

His golden gaze locked firmly onto Zhao Qian across the deep pit.

Thousands of gazes around them were fixed on the two, and the entire mountain forest was so quiet that only Zhao Qian's heavy, pain-filled gasps could be heard.

Zhao Qian clenched his trembling fists, his Origin being gnawed away by the backlash of the blood sacrifice.

Every time he mobilized his spiritual power, it felt like his internal organs were being cut by a dull blade.

He was unwilling to accept this, madness surging in his eyes as he still wanted to use his remaining strength to lunge forward and kill.

But the moment he gathered his spiritual power, a tearing pain exploded from his Dantian.

It caused his whole body to tremble violently, and the spiritual power he had just gathered instantly dissipated.

Xiao Ruobai's powerful counterattack and the backlash of the blood sacrifice had already penetrated deep into his marrow.

He could barely stand, let alone fight again.

Only at this moment did Zhao Qian truly realize that he had lost.

He had lost completely.

Tens of thousands of years of cultivation, the top true Disciple of Xuanwu Peak, the grandson of the Third Elder...

All his pride and all his trump cards had vanished into thin air at this moment.

Just then—

In the deep pit, Xiao Ruobai moved.

He slowly pulled the long halberd out of the ground and walked toward Zhao Qian, step by step.

The halberd blade scraped against the gravel, emitting a harsh rustling sound.

The sound was not loud, but it was like the footsteps of death, striking Zhao Qian's heart with every beat.

Zhao Qian's pupils contracted sharply.

He watched that blood-soaked figure getting closer and closer, and looked at the cold, emotionless killing intent in those golden pupils.

Fear finally overcame his unwillingness.

He turned his head abruptly and roared at the group of Xuanwu Peak Disciples behind him:

"Stop him! Everyone, stop him for me!"

The group of Xuanwu Disciples stirred slightly, but before anyone could take even half a step forward...

Fang Hanyu, Mo Yu, Wang Xiaopang, and Dong Li all stepped forward in a line, and four completely different Dao pressures crashed down.

Sword light, Qilin True Fire, a sky full of Talismans, and invisible Soul Power intertwined to form a barrier that isolated everything, their cold gazes sweeping over everyone.

The group of Xuanwu Disciples were nailed to the spot, their legs trembling uncontrollably, and not one of them dared to cross the line.

High in the air, Liu Qingyao frowned slightly, and the cyan spiritual light lingering at her fingertips receded slightly.

In the distance, the prodigies like Yanlie and Bai Wuchen watched with bated breath; the atmosphere in the arena was extremely oppressive, and hushed discussions erupted.

"What does Xiao Ruobai want to do?"

"Could it be... he really intends to kill Zhao Qian on the spot?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's heart sank.

"My god, that is the eldest grandson of the Tianwang Third Elder, one of the most important heirs of the Xuanwu Peak of the Tianyuan Sect, his status is unimaginably heavy!"

"If he really kills him here, it won't just be a simple personal feud; it will be a direct declaration of war against the Xuanwu Tianwang lineage, and the entire Tianyuan Sect will be plunged into monstrous chaos!"

The Xuanwu Peak Disciples were even paler than paper, their bodies trembling uncontrollably; some tried to muster the courage to shout out loud:

"Xiao Ruobai! If you dare to touch a single hair on Senior Brother Zhao, Xuanwu Peak will definitely fight you to the death!"

But their roars were hollow and powerless, their voices trembling uncontrollably.

With weak legs, most of them instinctively shrank back; while they spoke harsh words, their eyes were filled with bone-chilling panic.

Xiao Ruobai turned a deaf ear to the discussions, continuing to drag his long halberd and walking toward him step by step.

The surging battle radiance around his body slowly retracted inward, but the killing intent in those golden eyes grew stronger with every step.

Zhao Qian watched the golden figure approaching step by step, the madness in his heart instantly crushed by boundless fear.

He staggered and crawled backward in a sorry state, his back hitting the shattered rock wall, with nowhere left to retreat.

"You... you cannot kill me..."

Zhao Qian's voice was hoarse and weak, carrying a tremor of feigned toughness.

"I am the Personal Disciple of the Xuanwu Peak Master, the eldest grandson of the Third Elder!

If you kill me, the entire Xuanwu Peak will not let you go!

My grandfather will definitely avenge me! When that time comes, not only will you die, but everyone around you will be buried with you!"

The more he spoke, the more anxious he became, roaring out loud, unable to hide his fear:

"Do you hear me! You cannot withstand the wrath of a Tianwang!"

Xiao Ruobai's advancing steps suddenly froze.

He had never feared death, nor had he ever feared a fight to the death with Zhao Qian.

But Hanyu, Little Fatty, Mo Yu, and Dong Li were still in the Tianyuan Sect, and this was their territory.

He knew clearly in his heart that if he really killed Zhao Qian, the Sect Master might not necessarily break off relations with the Xuanwu Peak Master and a Heavenly King Realm Elder for the sake of a few newly entered Disciples.

Xiao Ruobai stood silently, his knuckles gripping the long halberd slowly loosening, the cold killing intent surging in his eyes continuing to churn.

The whole scene fell into instant silence, and everyone stared fixedly at him, catching this momentary pause at a glance.

Many people secretly breathed a sigh of relief, assuming that he was ultimately intimidated by the Tianwang's power and intended to stop.

Seeing him pause, Zhao Qian thought he had grabbed a lifeline and hurriedly continued to shout:

"As long as you spare my life, I will give you all the Heavenly Stones in the Xuanwu treasury and all my collections.

I can swear that today's matter will be written off..."

Just then—

A calm voice rang out in Xiao Ruobai's mind without warning:

"Kill!"

It was Gu Changge's voice!