Bloodline

At the same time, this battle also attracted the attention of the Seven Main Peaks of Mount Shu.

The Seven Main Peaks of Mount Shu are nominally under the control of the Peak Masters of the Seven Main Peaks.

But in reality, behind these Peak Masters are seven leaders.

Such as the Ancestor Fire Spirit of Burning Heaven Peak, the Ancestor Zhanqiong of War Dome Peak, and the Ancestor Yue Shen of Mountain Suppressing Peak...

These beings were all powerful figures at the Tribulation Transcendence Realm.

After Chen Changqing was accepted as Chen Yuan 'Personal Disciple, Chen Yuan intended to designate him as the Eleventh Sequence Holy Son of Mount Shu.

Unexpectedly, this matter was opposed by the leaders behind the Seven Main Peaks.

After final discussions, the leaders of the Seven Main Peaks proposed the conditions for breaking through the Heavenly Pass.

As long as Chen Changqing can pass the Heavenly Pass set up by the Seven Main Peaks, they will acknowledge Chen Changqing's position as the Holy Son.

Chen Yuan had no choice but to agree.

Fortunately, Chen Changqing performed exceptionally well and easily passed the Seven Peaks Heavenly Pass, successfully becoming Holy Son.

At this moment, the battle between Luo Futian and Jian Zhenzi attracted the attention of the leaders of the major Main Peaks.

In their view, both Luo Futian and Jian Zhenzi had reached the Spirit Transformation Realm.

That does meet one of the conditions for becoming Peak Scion.

If the two perform exceptionally well, these leaders will naturally consider recruiting them to their own ranks as candidates for Peak Scion!

At this moment, Questioning Platform.

On the arena, Jian Zhenzi and Luo Futian were still locked in a fierce battle.

"Boom!"

"Bang bang bang..."

The two fought fiercely.

Luo Futian's attacks were as violent as thunder. With the power of his bloodline, each strike contained the power to shatter mountains Earth Splitter. Dark golden runes flowed, evolving into various strange phenomena, sometimes like the roar of a giant beast, sometimes like a divine mountain pressing down.

Jian Zhenzi remained completely unfazed by Luo Futian's offensive.

Although it may seem like a perilous situation, the sword is actually as steadfast as an abyss.

His sword techniques were exquisite, with each Sword Light splitting out like silk threads, weaving into a net, using skill to break through force and neutralize Luo Futian's fierce attacks.

Occasionally, Jian Zhenzi's counterattack would target Luo Futian's slightest weakness, forcing him to retreat and defend.

Seeing the two fighting on the stage, all the disciples below held their breath, their faces filled with shock.

"Is this what battles between Spirit Transformation stage experts are like?"

"That's terrifying!"

"Jian Zhenzi's swordsmanship has become increasingly refined. Although he is only at the Spirit Transformation Early Stage, he can fight Senior Brother Luo Futian to a standstill."

"I must say, Jian Zhenzi's skill in swordsmanship is truly extraordinary!"

"Jian Zhenzi is powerful, but Luo Futian no slouch either, and it seems he hasn't even used his full strength yet."

"The fact that they're evenly matched should only be temporary. The gap in their cultivation levels is too large. If they continue fighting, it will be disadvantageous for Jian Zhenzi."

"..."

The disciples discussed the matter animatedly, each expressing their own opinions.

Chen Changqing was also watching the two fighting on the stage intently.

He had experienced Jian Zhenzi techniques firsthand.

If the two maintained the same level of cultivation, Chen Changqing would have a slight advantage.

Although the Technique Method and methods used by Luo Futian were not as exquisite as those of Jian Zhenzi, they were superior in terms of Jian Zhenzi.

"Holy Son, who do you think will win?"

Just then, Liu Mu, who was standing nearby, suddenly asked.

Upon hearing this, Chen Changqing narrowed his eyes slightly, thought for a moment, and then replied:

"If our senior brother also possessed the cultivation of the Late Spirit Transformation realm, Luo Futian would have been defeated long ago!"

"But continuing this entanglement isn't in the best interest of our senior brother."

Upon hearing what Chen Changqing said, Liu Mu nodded slightly.

He knew very well that although Jian Zhenzi and Luo Futian were both at the Spirit Transformation Realm, one was at the early stage and the other at the late stage, so the difference was still significant.

Just as Chen Changqing had guessed.

As the attack stalled, a hint of impatience flashed in Luo Futian's eyes.

"Boom!"

The next moment, it let out a low roar, and its dark golden light suddenly intensified.

Upon closer inspection, a blurry, ancient phantom was faintly emerging behind Luo Futian.

As the phantom appeared, Luo Futian's aura suddenly surged!

"Nine Nether Destruction Finger!"

Then, Luo Futian pointed directly at Jian Zhenzi with a finger.

"Call out!"

Suddenly, an extreme destructive power condensed from his fingertips, transforming into a streak of light that flew straight towards Jian Zhenzi.

In an instant, space itself was distorted and deformed.

"Um?"

Upon seeing Luo Futian suddenly unleash this finger-like power, Jian Zhenzi's expression changed slightly. He quickly changed his sword techniques, slashing out with several swords in both directions to form a sword net for defense.

"Bang!"

The finger strike unleashed by Luo Futian was unstoppable, piercing through the Jian Zhenzi the moment it made contact.

Upon seeing this, Jian Zhenzi's expression changed again.

Without time to think further, he quickly used his sword to defend himself.

"Puff!"

As he parried the attack, Jian Zhenzi felt his body tremble violently. Although he managed to block Luo Futian's finger strike, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing this, Luo Futian pressed his advantage, closing in like a ghost.

When they looked again, the man had transformed his fingers into a palm and struck out at Jian Zhenzi.

"Boom!"

With a single palm strike, a boiling Blood Sea seemed to surge from his palm and swept towards Jian Zhenzi.

In the rush, Jian Zhenzi once again parried with his sword, but was violently blasted away by the immense palm force.

"Bang!"

Jian Zhenzi slammed heavily onto the edge of the arena, his white robes stained with dust, and he looked utterly disheveled.

"Hiss..."

Upon seeing this, a collective gasp of astonishment erupted from the audience.

Not only were the disciples shocked, but even the great Holy Sons felt a tremor in their hearts.

They all knew Luo Futian was strong, but they never expected him to be this strong.

With this complete outburst, even Jian Zhenzi, who had previously been able to fight him on equal terms, was no match for him.

"Ha ha!"

Seeing Jian Zhenzi sent flying by his own palm strike, Luo Futian withdrew his hand, stood up, full of vigor, and laughed loudly:

"Senior Brother Jian Zhenzi!"

"Now, I have awakened the bloodline of my Lineage."

You can't beat me!

As he spoke, Luo Futian raised his head, beaming with pride.

Before this, he had challenged Jian Zhenzi more than once, but unfortunately, he was defeated by Jian Zhenzi every time.

Therefore, Luo Futian was filled with resentment and defeated Jian Zhenzi to become the First Holy Son of Mount Shu, which became his obsession.

Seeing Jian Zhenzi so suppressed by him, he naturally felt extremely pleased.

"Snort!"

Upon hearing Luo Futian's words, Jian Zhenzi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, slowly stood up from the ground, and coldly said:

"Yeah?"

No sooner had he finished speaking Jian Zhenzi made a casual move.

"Boom!"

Immediately afterwards, a powerful and ancient Sword Intent suddenly erupted from Jian Zhenzi's body.

At the same time, a long sword appeared in his hand.