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Chapter 30: The Divine Trait of a Top-Tier King-Class Bloodline

Chapter 30: The Divine Trait of a Top-Tier King-Class Bloodline

The Huntian Sect is situated on the Huntian Sacred Mountain.

However, the Huntian Sacred Mountain is not just a single mountain but encompasses numerous peaks, surrounded by many Floating Islands.

The Douwu Hall stands independently on one of these Floating Islands.

This island, known as Douwu Floating Island, spans hundreds of kilometers. At its center stands a grand hall, surrounded by massive arenas outside.

Brilliant rays of multicolored light soared into the sky from various parts of the Huntian Sacred Mountain, converging toward the island.

"Senior Brother Yan, you’ve come to watch the battle too?"

"The duel between Great Elder Mo’s disciple and Peak Master Wang’s disciple is certainly worth witnessing."

On Douwu Floating Island, more and more people gathered. Figures enveloped in divine light hovered in the air around a colossal arena, conversing with one another.

A roaring sound grew increasingly overwhelming.

In the distance, a surge of black emerged, advancing like a monstrous tidal wave, its overwhelming divine might sweeping across the sky as if to drown everything in its path.

The black wave halted just outside Douwu Floating Island, and two figures swiftly emerged from it.

"Hahaha, I have arrived!"

Accompanied by laughter that shook the heavens, the two figures descended onto the Floating Island, with one landing directly on the arena.

"Greetings, Great Elder Mo..."

Immediately, many bowed respectfully to Mo Wusheng, even those not affiliated with Tiancang Peak.

"Wang Yuandao, I’ve brought my disciple. Surely, you’re not afraid now?"

The Great Elder of Tiancang Peak swept his gaze across the crowd, his eyes blazing with torrential divine light, imposing immense pressure on everyone present. His voice boomed with terrifying force.

In response, a devastating sword intent erupted from the direction of Juejian Peak, as if answering Mo Wusheng’s challenge. The sword intent was incomparably fierce, sweeping through the sky like a celestial blade descending upon the mortal world. Instantly, the onlookers tensed, their faces paling as if pierced by a sharp sword.

Even Mo Wusheng, a powerhouse at the peak of the Transcendent Realm, couldn’t help but stiffen.

"Wang Yuandao’s sword intent has grown even stronger..." Mo Wusheng thought gravely.

As the sword intent surged, two streaks of sword light shot out from Juejian Peak, streaking across the sky like bolts of lightning before arriving at Douwu Floating Island.

"Mo Wusheng, are you prepared to accept your disciple’s defeat?"

The sword light descended, followed by a calm voice.

"Greetings, Peak Master Wang." The crowd bowed in unison.

No matter the rumors, no matter whether Juejian Peak would eventually be disbanded, for now, Wang Yuandao still lived, and Juejian Peak still stood.

Juejian Peak remained one of the seventy-two peaks of the Huntian Sect.

Thus, Wang Yuandao, the Peak Master of Juejian Peak, was still among the elite of the Huntian Sect—both in strength and status, deserving of their respect.

Wang Yuandao nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

"Wang Yuandao, what gives you the confidence to speak to me like this?" Mo Wusheng immediately retorted, his face twisted into a cold sneer.

"Defeated by my sword," Wang Yuandao replied, his gaze indifferent as he stared at Mo Wusheng.

"You failed to integrate the Dao," Mo Wusheng shot back.

"Defeated by my sword," Wang Yuandao repeated, his expression unchanging.

"You have less than ten years of lifespan left!" Mo Wusheng was nearly beside himself with frustration.

"Defeated by my sword," Wang Yuandao said again, his tone and demeanor unwavering.

"You—you—!" Mo Wusheng was so furious he almost spat blood, forcing himself to suppress his rage with a deep breath. "This battle will mark the beginning of your downfall, Wang Yuandao."

"We shall see," Wang Yuandao replied with a faint smile.

The world believed his disciple Chen Feng lacked innate divine traits, that he was merely a Mortal Body. But did the absence of divine traits make one weak?

Not necessarily!

"Beyond the Transcendent Realm lies the Dao Integration Realm?"

"To think Master actually failed in his Dao Integration..."

Listening to their exchange, Chen Feng felt both amused and burdened, realizing the gravity of his master's predicament.

Yet, he was powerless.

At this stage, he was nothing more than a novice in the Body Forging Realm.

The Transcendent Realm was far beyond his reach, let alone the even loftier Dao Integration Realm.

A pair of icy, oppressive eyes locked onto him—Ye Yunqi’s piercing glare. "Master, I’m going," Chen Feng said, glancing at Ye Yunqi before turning to Wang Yuandao with a solemn tone.

Wang Yuandao nodded.

"Chen Feng, do your best!" Li Xinyue immediately cheered.

By convention, Li Xinyue should have addressed Chen Feng as "Senior Brother," but Chen Feng found it awkward. After some discussion, they settled on calling him by name directly.

Yang Tao had initially disagreed—his purpose in taking Li Xinyue as a disciple was to groom her as Chen Feng’s follower. But at Chen Feng’s insistence, he reluctantly relented.

Chen Feng nodded at Li Xinyue and Yang Tao before leaping into the air like a great roc soaring over a dozen meters, landing firmly on the dueling platform.

Ye Yunqi’s eyes narrowed.

A leap of over a dozen meters—he could do it too, but only after cultivating the Huntian Force and breaking through to the Tenth Level of the Body Forging Realm.

Could it be...?

An unsettling suspicion arose in Ye Yunqi’s mind.

On the platform, the two figures stood facing each other, separated by over a dozen meters. Around them, countless eyes watched intently, while divine senses hovered in the void, observing from above.

A figure shot out from the Douwu Hall, descending above the platform.

"I am the Master of the Douwu Hall, presiding over this duel," the elder announced. "Both of you are true disciples of the sect, both geniuses. Therefore, this battle is about victory and defeat—not life and death."

Disappointment flickered across the faces of both Ye Yunqi and Chen Feng.

Each had hoped to seize this opportunity to kill the other.

Especially Ye Yunqi—his desire to eliminate Chen Feng burned fiercely. He had to admit that the "trash" he once saw as an ant had now grown into a genuine threat.

And in such a short time.

If Chen Feng continued to progress, who could predict what the future held?

It was precisely because of this that Ye Yunqi’s wariness deepened, fueling his urgency to rid himself of Chen Feng.

"Even if I can't take this opportunity to kill Chen Feng, I must at least cripple him." Ye Yunqi stared at Chen Feng, silently vowing to himself. "One strike—I must not give Chen Feng the slightest chance. I will cripple him with my strongest attack. If I can kill him in the process, even better."

"Wang Yuandao, let’s make this clear—no interference in the disciples' duel," Mo Wusheng sneered at Wang Yuandao.

Clearly, he had absolute confidence in Ye Yunqi’s strength.

One was a top-tier King-Class Bloodline prodigy with divine traits, while the other was merely a Mortal Body without any extraordinary qualities. Even if he had some skill, what difference could it make?

Was there even a comparison?

Wang Yuandao cast a faint glance at Mo Wusheng but did not respond, instead curling his lips in a mocking smile. His dismissive attitude nearly made Mo Wusheng lose his temper.

"Wang Yuandao, once your disciple is defeated, let’s see what face you’ll have left to stand before me," Mo Wusheng could only seethe inwardly.

On the arena, Ye Yunqi’s eyes grew increasingly cold.

A deafening roar erupted as Ye Yunqi activated his Tidal Bloodline. A terrifying surge of power erupted from his body, layers of bloody light surging outward like rolling tides. His aura climbed relentlessly, growing more oppressive, the overwhelming pressure spreading in all directions.

Huntian Force circulated, giving rise to a domineering and majestic presence that merged with the power of his Tidal Bloodline, amplifying each other.

"Not only has Ye Yunqi mastered Huntian Force, but he has also completed two temperings. Truly worthy of a top-tier King-Class Bloodline with divine traits."

"The vast and boundless power of the Tidal Bloodline shares similarities with Huntian Force. When combined, they enhance each other, further increasing the might of Huntian Force to a level comparable to a normal third tempering..."

Sensing Ye Yunqi’s continuously rising aura, Chen Feng couldn’t help but show a trace of surprise.

In just three days, not only had his own strength advanced by leaps and bounds, but Ye Yunqi had also made significant progress.

Of course, this was closely tied to innate talent and the resources one possessed.

For ordinary Core Disciples, Inner Sect Disciples, or even Outer Sect Disciples, such rapid improvement would be impossible.

Some hadn’t even reached the tenth transformation of Body Forging.

"Chen Feng, take this strike!"

Ye Yunqi’s aura peaked as he roared, taking a single step forward.

The thunderous sound of surging waves erupted in all directions, bloody light spreading like raging tides. Ye Yunqi’s steps seemed to tread upon the waves, his speed skyrocketing as if propelled by the surging currents.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Yunqi crossed over a dozen meters, closing in on Chen Feng. His overwhelming, tyrannical presence crushed down like an unstoppable force.

A dazzling blade light shot from its sheath, soaring upward before slashing down through the air. Nine overlapping blade shadows condensed into one, a faint glint of chilling radiance flickering within.

Chen Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, inwardly astonished.

That strike... unmistakably bore the embryonic form of the Nine Waves Blade Technique fused into a single slash.

At the same time, a bone-chilling killing intent locked onto Chen Feng, leaving no room for escape.

Mo Wusheng’s face revealed a satisfied smirk.

Chen Feng’s gaze sharpened as his right hand rested on his sword hilt, fingers lightly curling around it.

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