Yaoguang Holy Son

Yaoguang Battle Platform.

On this day, countless Yaoguang disciples gathered around. Even many elders of the Immortal Platform Realm stood among the clouds, gazing down at the battle platform.

The Yaoguang Holy Son was the most honored person within the Yao Guang Sacred Land, second only to the Holy Lord and the many Supreme Elders. He enjoyed all sorts of benefits.

Including, but not limited to, Source Stones, spirit medicines, Saint Techniques, forbidden weapons, precious materials, and Saintesses...

Thus, even the great figures within the sacred land paid close attention to the succession of the Holy Son Position.

"Brother Daoming, your disciple is truly remarkable!"

"In just a few short years, he's grown to this level. Even my carefully trained disciple was defeated by him."

Li Ning's master, a Supreme Elder of the Holy Lord Lineage, spoke to Li Daoming with a sigh. His expression was hard to read—was it envy or jealousy?

He was stronger than Li Daoming, having broken through to the Immortal Second Realm over a hundred years ago. Although he had made little progress since, his standing within the sacred land was still highly esteemed.

"You flatter me, Daoist brother."

Li Daoming exchanged pleasantries with him, but his gaze had already settled on a figure who had just arrived.

Fang Yang had come.

On the battle platform.

Fang Yang waited quietly for the Yaoguang Holy Son to arrive, his gaze as still as a deep pool, leaving others unable to fathom what he was thinking.

No one knew that he was frantically circulating the Nine Secrets: Jie he had obtained from Zhuo Peak.

After circulating it thirty-six times, the Nine Secrets: Jie was successfully triggered. His essence, energy, and spirit all rose tenfold, and he seemed to have ascended to immortality—his strength was inconceivable.

But it wasn't long before Fang Yang fell out of this state. Immediately, he began circulating the Nine Secrets: Jie again.

And so, by the time the Yaoguang Holy Son finally arrived, long after he was expected,

Fang Yang had circulated the Nine Secrets: Jie a total of 1,600 times, successfully triggering it seventeen times.

"Junior Brother, sorry to have kept you waiting."

The Yaoguang Holy Son was shrouded in halos. His every movement was that of a refined gentleman. Even facing Fang Yang, the enemy challenging his position, he still put on a benevolent air.

"Not at all!"

Fang Yang forced a smile.

Perfect timing.

Nine Secrets: Jie!

Primordial Sacred Light!

A tenfold boost to every aspect!

Divine power boiled!

Dao power burned!

His essence, energy, and spirit surged!

The Primordial Sacred Light became a Killing Sword, its flashing might capable of destroying all laws. It cleaved through the void between Fang Yang and the Yaoguang Holy Son.

It arrived in the blink of an eye!

The Yaoguang Holy Son's pupils contracted sharply.

He had no time to think about how Fang Yang had played dirty.

The 108 Divine Rings surrounding him were like miniature worlds. They blazed with Immeasurable Light, raising a shield that could withstand ten thousand tribulations. It barely managed to intercept the oncoming Killing Sword.

Whoosh!

The wind stirred.

The shield was like a sheet of paper. It was torn apart with ease, a person-sized hole ripped through it, and the Killing Sword was held back for only an instant.

But that instant was enough for the Yaoguang Holy Son to recover and respond. He unleashed the Primordial Sacred Light Art.

The Primordial Sacred Light formed into a mountain-sized seal and hurtled straight toward the Primordial Killing Sword.

The moment they collided, terrifying shockwaves erupted, making even the indestructible battle platform tremble faintly.

"How is this possible?"

The Yaoguang Holy Son stared at the mountain-sized seal as it began to crumble. He could no longer keep his composure. Before the seal had completely shattered, he hurriedly cast another Saint Technique.

The Primordial Sacred Light condensed into a cauldron.

The divine essence of the Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Cauldron was recreated.

This was one of the Yaoguang Holy Son's privileges: once a year, he could observe the Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Cauldron.

The Yaoguang Holy Son had held the position for many years and had naturally mastered this transformation. He could use the Primordial Sacred Light to unleash a fraction of the Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Cauldron's might.

The moment the cauldron appeared,

the Sacred Light Killing Sword, having just shattered the mountain-sized seal, collided head-on with it.

The sword shattered; the cauldron cracked.

The Yaoguang Holy Son let out a breath of relief.

He was about to control the Sacred Light Cauldron, now missing a corner, and send it toward Fang Yang—

Nine Secrets: Jie!

Triggered again!

Yin Yang Tribulation Light!

Black and white divine radiance flowed, like a tribulation sent down from the heavens. Bearing the might to annihilate all things, it descended upon the spot where the Yaoguang Holy Son stood.

The tribulation light obscured everything.

"What is that? It feels just like facing a Heavenly Tribulation!"

"I've never seen this kind of divine radiance before!"

"Can someone explain what it is?"

Faced with the Yin Yang Tribulation Light Fang Yang had unleashed, the crowd couldn't identify the origin of this unfamiliar divine radiance.

"It's somewhat like Yin-Yang divine radiance, but that doesn't take this form. What's more, the divine radiance Fang Yang used carries a trace of the true meaning of Heavenly Tribulation. Truly rare!"

Li Ning's master watched with admiration in his eyes.

In his view, this had to be a Saint Technique Fang Yang had obtained by chance, and it was absolutely no weaker than the Primordial Sacred Light Art.

The Yaoguang Scripture had been passed down for countless years.

Countless forebears had studied the Primordial Sacred Light in depth, hoping to deduce an even stronger secret technique. Yet even raising its might by the slightest amount had been a stroke of fortune, let alone making the Primordial Sacred Light Art rival the forbidden secret techniques of the various Extreme Dao Powers.

But in Fang Yang's technique, he saw the potential to step into the realm of taboos.

"Perhaps it's the legendary Quasi-Emperor secret technique!"

Li Ning's master's eyes burned with excitement. He turned to Li Daoming, his old face crinkling into a chrysanthemum as he asked meekly,

"Brother Daoming, I'll stop by sometime. Could you introduce me to your disciple, Fang Yang?"

"Heh."

Li Daoming smiled, but didn't answer.

That old fellow had clearly taken a liking to his disciple's Yin-Yang secret technique. How could he possibly sell out his own disciple?

On the battle platform.

The Yin Yang Tribulation Light faded, revealing the Yaoguang Holy Son's swaying figure.

His face was grim, and his body was covered in wounds. If he hadn't secretly used the Ruthless Person Secret Technique to heal the terrible injuries caused by the Yin Yang Tribulation Light, even standing would have been difficult.

"This Saint Technique is far too terrifying. It seems to have surpassed the Saint Path. And there was something strange about the power of the Primordial Sacred Light Fang Yang unleashed earlier, too."

"If I hadn't used the Ruthless Person Secret Technique, I could never have been his opponent."

The Yaoguang Holy Son was deeply unwilling to accept it.

But he couldn't unleash those forbidden secret techniques that were regarded as taboo.

Everyone in the Ruthless Lineage was hunted down.

Countless tens of thousands of years ago, the Ruthless Inheritance had flourished, only to be joined against by several Extreme Dao Powers and forcibly struck into the dust of history.

That showed just how much hostility the great powers of the Eastern Wasteland held toward the Ruthless Inheritance.

If he used the Ruthless Person Secret Technique, he wouldn't even need to wait for the other powers to come after him. The great figures of the Ruthless Lineage would silence him themselves.

The best outcome would be that he became a stray dog.

"I lost."

The Yaoguang Holy Son straightened his robes and calmly spoke those three words, doing his best not to show any sign of losing control.

But everyone understood that after losing the Holy Son Position, he couldn't possibly be as calm inside as he appeared.

"Holy Son Fang!"

"Holy Son Fang!"

Suddenly, a thunderous shout rose from the crowd, marking the end of one era and heralding the beginning of another.

[After defeating the Yaoguang Holy Son, Fate Points +3000]

Fang Yang's gaze remained as still as an ancient well. He met the Yaoguang Holy Son's eyes, looking forward to the next life-or-death duel.

The spoils of that battle would surely be even greater.