High skill breeds boldness

"Selection successful. Generating the historical projection of Martial Venerable He Wanlong at the Eight-Star Martial Master Realm. Please wait..."

On the dialogue box, a line of text reappeared.

Jiang Xuan's lips curled slightly as he began to circulate the true essence and vital Qi within his body, warming up.

The reason he chose this Human Race Senior, who ventured deep into Demon Wing Clan territory to collect marks, was because Jiang Xuan himself planned to do the same in the future... After all, tattooing dozens or even hundreds of Demon Wing Clan marks on his waist sounded exciting.

So he needed to determine how much he differed from He Wanlong during their respective Eight-Star Martial Master periods.

If He Wanlong was much stronger than him, then Jiang Xuan would have to reconsider whether to go collecting marks in Demon Wing Clan territory. But conversely, if he was much stronger than He Wanlong, then he could casually wander through the Demon Wing Clan's domain in the future.

Suddenly, an invisible spatial fluctuation flashed ahead. Jiang Xuan clearly saw a young figure with a prominent horn and arrogant eyes slowly materializing.

The figure initially resembled a holographic projection, with certain parts of his body flickering like a distorted screen due to signal fluctuations, giving it an unreal sensation.

But gradually, the projection began to solidify, giving the impression that it truly had flesh, blood, and a Soul.

It was as if an invisible giant hand was injecting everything required for life into this projection.

In just a few seconds, the projection completely solidified, becoming identical to a real person.

However, Jiang Xuan was somewhat surprised because this projection... looked only about twelve or thirteen years old.

"Doesn't this make me a bully picking on a child?"

Jiang Xuan chuckled inwardly, but on second thought, it made sense. An existence capable of becoming a Martial Venerable must have begun to display Martial Dao talent from a very young age. Becoming an Eight-Star Martial Master in his early teens was perfectly normal.

It was only in small human cities like their Lei City, where Martial Dao resources and heritage were extremely scarce, that situations arose where the City Lord, Director of the Martial Arts Division, and Principal were all merely Martial Masters.

Oh, no, that's not right. At least Principal Shen was disguised. Jiang Xuan even suspected Principal Shen was stronger than a Martial Saint.

The next moment, He Wanlong's historical projection moved slightly, as if it had fully come to life, its gaze directed towards him.

That gaze was filled with arrogance, but also with a child's innocence, and even more so, a strong Battle Intent.

However, for some reason, He Wanlong's historical projection did not speak, seemingly only responsible for combat.

Feeling the surging vital Qi emanating from this historical projection, Jiang Xuan clenched his fists, his eyes also blazing with Battle Intent.

Although with his current strength, crushing opponents of the same Realm was effortless, the true strength of He Wanlong's historical projection was certainly more than just an Eight-Star Martial Master.

Geniuses have always been adept at fighting above their Realm.

The man and the projection stood in confrontation. Jiang Xuan observed He Wanlong's historical projection's movements, preparing to make his move.

Boom—!

Suddenly, in the extremely high sky, a terrifying ripple of fluctuations emanated from a pitch-black area.

Those fluctuations were unlike any strong person's fluctuations Jiang Xuan had ever felt. Instead, they gave him a sense of being far beyond all existence, as if coming from the Nine Heavens, or even standing at the pinnacle of the Universe.

Such fluctuations almost involuntarily evoked a sense of awe in him, an extreme reverence from the depths of his heart.

It was like a human... facing the divine being of his own race.

"Could it be—"

Jiang Xuan's pupils suddenly contracted as he guessed a possibility.

The next moment, in the pitch-black sky, a human-shaped figure, tens of thousands of meters tall, slowly emerged, extremely blurry, almost impossible to discern.

The human-shaped figure held a scepter in both hands, then suddenly struck it into the ground and slowly spoke.

"No combat-related intelligence or secrets are to be leaked here."

Invisible rules rippled out, instantly filling the entire space, then disappearing into the Void Realm.

Jiang Xuan suddenly had a miraculous feeling: even if he revealed any techniques or trump cards in the upcoming battle, no one would know, nor would any images or data be disseminated.

Even if the divine beings among the myriad races came to investigate, they would return empty-handed.

"A divine oracle... A divine oracle personally bestowed by Martial God!"

Jiang Xuan was deeply shaken, because both the ten-thousand-meter-tall figure he had just seen and the terrifying fluctuations emanating from it, capable of instantly destroying star systems, indicated who the visitor was.

It was none other than the only Martial God of the Human Federation, who had ascended to godhood through martial arts!

It was at this moment that new text appeared on the dialogue box.

"No. 102, a wisp of Martial God's Clone projection has bestowed a divine oracle upon your martial extreme shadow holographic cabin. You may fight to your heart's content without worrying about any trump cards or secrets being exposed."

"As a seed of the Old Days Project, you, like other old days seeds, are entitled to keep any secrets as long as you do not harm humanity."

Jiang Xuan was startled at first, then he understood.

"So that's how it is..."

He had just thought that Martial God's true body had descended, but he didn't expect it to be just a wisp of Martial God's Clone projection.

But if even a wisp of a Clone projection was so strong, then to what incredible degree must Martial God's true self be strong?

Jiang Xuan admitted that at this moment, his desire to become a divine being was ignited like never before.

If he could truly become a divine being with his titan guixu sequence seed, what would he have to fear from Xuanyuan Feng?

Forget Xuanyuan Feng; he could easily wipe out an entire Planet-level Family like the Xuanyuan Family with a single finger, and there would be no repercussions.

The people he valued and wanted to protect could also be easily protected.

"A divine being, huh..."

"I wonder which seed of sequence Martial God possesses..."

Calming himself, Jiang Xuan didn't dwell on it. His gaze once again fell upon He Wanlong's historical projection not far ahead.

Since Martial God had already established the rule for his martial extreme shadow holographic cabin that no combat-related intelligence or secrets would be leaked, then... whoosh!

Jiang Xuan abruptly swung his right arm. His entire arm was swiftly covered in azure Azure Dragon True Scales, and his five fingers transformed into extremely sharp Dragon Claws. The claw light, formed from Azure Dragon True Flame, surged towards He Wanlong's historical projection.

Since no secrets would be leaked anyway, he was prepared to use his Divine Ability directly.

The claw light of the Azure Dragon True Flame Claw howled as it rushed towards He Wanlong's historical projection. The seemingly twelve-year-old boy's eyes flashed with a hint of disdain. He merely flickered in place, easily dodging the attack.

Immediately after, He Wanlong's historical projection looked up, the disdain in his eyes even more apparent. He even shook his head slightly, as if he felt that Jiang Xuan, as his opponent, was utterly beneath mention.