Bai Yang fought Blood Wolf and Zhao Xitai. The other seven people Blood Wolf had brought with him in the Dui Formation realized they couldn't get involved at all. They could feel that if they were caught up in the battle, they would either be gravely wounded and left on the brink of death or have their souls scattered. They had no choice but to retreat again and again to the edge, where they searched for an opening and waited for a chance to strike.
The raging tide of sword light from Zhao Xitai was snuffed out by a sweep of Bai Yang's tail. Zhao Xitai shot backward, putting distance between himself and Bai Yang's True Dragon Dharma Form, his eyes wide with shock.
"A True Dragon Dharma Form? You bear an Emperor's destiny, yet you've abandoned the path of an Imperial Court and taken a shortcut, refining it into a Divine Path Dharma Form!"
He exclaimed in a low voice, finding it almost impossible to believe.
As far as most people knew, those who bore an Emperor's destiny enjoyed Heaven's protection. With even a little talent, they could easily gather a group of followers to build their own empire, a far easier task than establishing an Imperial Court as an ordinary cultivator. And as long as they weren't especially unlucky, they were sure to go farther than most, growing smoothly with every step. In time, National Fortune would envelop them and a Fruit Position would descend upon them, gathering the strength of countless subjects into one body and granting them unmatched combat prowess.
Yet Zhao Xitai had never heard of anyone with an Emperor's destiny taking the path of Divine Path cultivation.
Bai Yang's very existence overturned everything he knew. He had already reached this level, and the power