Hidden Dragon Fortress, in the arena!
After the fist technique and the sharp sword technique cancelled each other out, Yu Haoran knew that he could no longer continue to display the fist technique from the Ancestral Witch's legacy. Otherwise, due to the disappearance and emergence of the seven emotions, he would have lost to the sword technique that Bai Qi had imbued into him.
Since he had made up his mind, Yu Haoran skipped the fourth, fifth and sixth move of the Ancestral Witch's fist technique and directly used the strongest seventh move.
"Ancestral Soul Reappear!"
Accompanied by Yu Haoran's explosive shout, the inherited fist technique that had overdrawn a portion of the Ancestral Wizard's bloodline quickly condensed into a tall and sturdy middle-aged man with a well-defined face and a boundless ancient aura.
"Ah!"
The tall and sturdy middle-aged man that was condensed from the fist technique roared towards the sky. Then, he waved his huge fist and charged towards Bai Qi's illusion.
"Murderous Thoughts!"
"Murderous Sorrow!"
"Murderous Fear!"
"Murderous Shock!"
Looking at the tall and sturdy middle-aged man that was charging towards him, Bai Qi's illusion could not help but change his expression. As he roared in a low voice, he waved his hands and released four streaks of sharp Sword Qi.
Unfortunately, just as the power of the four sharp sword beams was beginning to affect the emotions of the people present, the burly middle-aged man who was closing in on them not only waved his fist to disperse the four sharp sword beams, his valiant body also knocked Bai Qi's silhouette several steps back.
Seeing that the illusion of the ancestor was gradually at a disadvantage under the fierce attacks of the tall and sturdy middle-aged man, Bai Dongsheng, who had fused his Origin Power, Soul Power and Law Energy into his Natal Sword, immediately used the Heaven Rank Peak Sword Technique that Bai Qi had created.
"Kill!"
Just as Bai Dongsheng was fusing his Origin Power and Soul Power, Yu Haoran could clearly feel the fluctuation of energy. After giving the command to the tall and sturdy middle-aged man, he directly used the Ancestral Witch's fist technique to counter Bai Dongsheng's Heaven Rank Peak Sword Technique.
"Fist Suppressing the Earth!"
Bai Dongsheng had fused all of his Origin Power and Soul Power into his sword technique, as well as the Law of Slaughter. Its might had reached the peak of a first-grade Martial Honorable, slightly stronger than Yu Haoran's fist technique.
However, there was a huge gap between a Natal Ritual Weapon of the Saint Realm and a Natal Ritual Weapon of the Venerable Realm. Bai Dongsheng was instantly injured and his Natal Ritual Weapon was slightly damaged.
At the same time, Bai Qi's silhouette was powerless to resist the burly middle-aged man's powerful fleshly body attack. In the end, it was forcibly dispersed.
After severely injuring Bai Dongsheng with one move, Yu Haoran did not follow up with another attack to kill him. Instead, he waved his hand to disperse the burly middle-aged man formed by the fist technique, before he slowly landed on the arena and said with an indifferent expression.
"You've lost, you can admit defeat now!"
"You won't kill me!" Originally, Bai Dongsheng had intended to overdraft all of his strength and lifespan to unleash the last of his strength. However, after Yu Haoran took the initiative to remind him, Bai Dongsheng asked in confusion.
After all, the blood and flesh of Zheng Zhongning, Miao Zehe, and the others, as well as the bloody mist that dyed the arena red, were still vivid in his mind.
"That's right, I won't kill you!" Yu Haoran replied with a nod.
"Why?" Bai Dongsheng asked even more confusedly.
"For the continuation of Senior Bai Qi's bloodline, and also for you, the younger generation, to restore the glory of your ancestors!"
Looking up at the position where Bai Qi's silhouette had been dispersed, Yu Haoran's eyes revealed a trace of sadness and expectation.
Although Bai Qi had destroyed his Martial God Dao Foundation and chose to perish together with Old Man Yin Hun in order to protect the billions of people in the ancient continent, under the manipulation of some people with ulterior motives, the world only remembered his evil deeds of slaughtering millions of people in one night, but forgot the selfless contributions he had made in the past. As a result, Bai Qi's descendants had always been hunted down.
Even after the destruction of the ancient era, the world still did not forget Bai Qi's deeds of slaughter. As a result, Bai Qi's descendants were getting fewer and fewer. Otherwise, with nearly a hundred years of experience in his previous life, it was impossible for him not to meet a descendant of Bai Qi.
"Yu Shixiong, thank you!"
Bai Dongsheng could feel Yu Haoran's anger at the injustice his ancestor had suffered, as well as his care and expectations for him as a descendant of his ancestor. After putting away his Natal Sword and Supreme-Grade Venerable Realm Sword, Bai Dongsheng cupped his fists and thanked Yu Haoran. He then looked up at the list in the air and admitted defeat.
"I admit defeat!"
After the little rainbow dragon finished the process of devouring, Bai Dongsheng nodded gratefully at Yu Haoran. Then, as he flew away from the arena, Yu Haoran used his Divine Sense to warn him.
"Be careful!"
Bai Dongsheng's heart was filled with endless gratitude as he returned to his original spot. He immediately began to use the murderous aura in his body to repair his Natal Sword.
After Bai Dongsheng left the arena, Yu Haoran took a deep breath. His eyes were filled with fierce murderous intent as he looked at Gu Sheng, who was still meditating with his eyes closed at the edge of the arena.
"Yu Haoran, if you are still a man, you'd better not take the initiative to admit defeat." Gu Sheng, who was forcibly brought to the arena, slowly opened his eyes and looked at Yu Haoran. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly as he tried to provoke him.
"How can I admit defeat when I haven't killed you yet!" Yu Haoran retorted with a sinister sneer.
"That's good!" Gu Sheng nodded indifferently in the face of Yu Haoran's counterattack.
Then, he turned his head to look at the contestants who had admitted defeat under the arena. He then looked at the bloody mud and platform in the arena. Finally, he looked at Yu Haoran and said.
"Yu Haoran, the easy victories in the first ninety-eight rounds have given you a sense of superiority that makes you look down on everything and feel that you are the only one who is superior."
"Gu Sheng, I think the evaluation of being arrogant and superiority seems to be more suitable for you!"
Gu Sheng seemed to be chatting casually, but in fact, it was a psychological attack. Although Yu Haoran disdained to use this kind of trick when he had the absolute strength to kill his opponent, he still wanted to see the means of the core disciples of the Gu Family.
After all, Gu Sheng was only one of the core disciples of the Gu Family. He was not the most talented and powerful successor. Qian Jin needed to understand Gu Sheng's means to estimate the temperament of the successor disciples of the Gu Family.
"Yu Haoran, do you know what the most important thing in the Tianxuan Continent is?" Just now, Yu Haoran had used his own attack to counterattack. Gu Sheng's expression didn't change at all. Gu Sheng's expression was still indifferent as he asked.
"Gu Sheng, do you want to talk about the bloodline inheritance?" After hearing Gu Sheng's question, Yu Haoran turned his head to look at Qian Yuanjin and replied in a disdainful tone.
"Yes!"
Gu Sheng suddenly opened his eyes wide and took a step forward. A trace of ferocious aura rose from Gu Sheng's body. He said with a trace of arrogance.
"Only the successor who has the ancestral bloodline can see through the mystery of life and death and advance to the immortal Martial God Realm."
"Wrong!"
Yu Haoran also abruptly took a step forward and retorted with even more arrogance.
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