A Myth Shattered

He was about to erupt and rebuke Shi Yi, only to be stopped by his older brother, Jin Yunteng.

Then Jin Yunteng looked toward Shi Yi, his expression unchanged, and said coolly, "Are you serious, fellow cultivator?

"In truth, the spot your Demon Spirit Lake occupies is already good enough."

As he spoke, a terrifying pressure spread from the Golden-Winged Roc youngling, sweeping across the entire Qilin Blood Pool.

All the divine mountains' pure-blooded younglings trembled, cowed by that pressure.

Little Golden Spider could not help shuddering. They were both in the blood moving realm, yet their strength was as far apart as heaven and earth. There was no helping it: they were several years apart in age, and Jin Yunteng was a rare cultivation genius, outstanding even among pure-blooded creatures his own age.

Little Golden Spider glanced at Shi Yi's back. Seeing him stand immovable as a mountain, his bearing calm and steady, Little Golden Spider finally relaxed.

"Is that so? But I don't think it's good enough. In my dictionary, there is no 'very good,' only 'the best,'" Shi Yi replied softly.

At those words, Jin Yunteng's pupils contracted slightly, and his gaze instantly sharpened.

Shi Yi remained as unruffled as drifting clouds in a gentle breeze, and pressed him. "Should I invite you down with my fists, or will you two come down yourselves?"

"Brother."

Jin Yunxiao could bear it no longer. Ever since his older brother had made his name, who had dared show him such disrespect? Even those pure-blooded elders spoke gently to him and showered him with praise.

How dare a mere human act like this?

Jin Yunteng waved a hand. He showed little anger, merely meeting Shi Yi's gaze, his hawk-sharp eyes staring into those double pupils.

Of all the pure-blooded younglings present, Jin Yunteng was the oldest and the most levelheaded. He could tell that Shi Yi was strong, no weaker than himself.

A battle between them could only leave both sides wounded, which would be detrimental to the coming blood pool baptism.

But with the best position at stake, as the foremost member of the Primordial Divine Mountain's younger generation, he could not retreat without a fight. In the struggle of a great era, how could he back down?

"One strike to decide the winner. The victor takes this spot," Jin Yunteng declared.

This was the best solution for both sides. It would determine who claimed the best position while minimizing the depletion of their vital blood, leaving the coming blood pool baptism unaffected.

Shi Yi understood his intent and nodded his agreement without the slightest hesitation.

Then Shi Yi's aura swept out as well, colliding violently with Jin Yunteng's, like the point of a needle meeting the tip of a wheat awn.

There was a reason this creature was hailed as the foremost of the Primordial Divine Mountain's younger generation. It was no exaggeration; he truly was powerful.

Shi Yi estimated that Jin Yunteng's raw physical strength exceeded a hundred and fifty thousand jin, approaching a hundred and sixty thousand. He had already surpassed ordinary pure-blooded creatures and fully deserved his reputation as a prodigy.

One strike would decide victory or defeat; there would be no second chance. Neither dared be careless. Both gathered their strength and momentum, determined to defeat the other.

Jin Yunteng struck first. He pushed the Golden-Winged Roc's innate divine art to its limit, every feather on his body bursting with dazzling golden light. Golden flames even sprang up, blazing fiercely, and terrifying power blanketed heaven and earth, making every pure-blooded youngling's expression change drastically.

They were all in the blood moving realm, yet the gap in their strength was so vast. Perhaps this was what it meant to be a genius among geniuses.

Shi Yi was likewise poised to strike. A lustrous glow radiated from his body as he mobilized all the divine radiance within his blood, transforming it into golden crows. They gleamed like suns, like blazing furnaces, supplying him with an endless stream of divine power.

At the same time, he pushed his double pupils to their utmost. Countless symbols flashed through them, revealing terrifying visions of great stars rising and sinking, of universes born and destroyed.

The next instant, Jin Yunteng moved, swift as lightning and terrifying beyond measure. He was far stronger than the Pixiu brothers. That was precisely why he had remained calm even after Shi Yi had crippled them.

Shi Yi moved as well, transforming into an enormous golden crow that tore through the void and charged at the Golden-Winged Roc.

Boom!

Blinding golden light erupted, engulfing the entire Blood Pool. Two enormous creatures fought and tore at each other within it, their terrifying auras leaving every pure-blooded youngling struggling to breathe.

These two were far too powerful. No one at the same level could match them.

Shi Yi was a newly risen talent from the human race, while Jin Yunteng came from Roc Mountain and had long enjoyed widespread fame, having broken multiple blood moving realm records in the Void God Realm.

Now the human and the roc fought a brutal battle, bloodstained feathers fluttering down from time to time.

Every roc feather retained its original form after falling to the ground, while the golden crow's feathers turned into divine power and drops of blood.

In the end, the enormous Golden-Winged Roc fell behind, unable to reverse his decline as he sank into the abyss of defeat.

Boom!

After that thunderous crash, all the golden radiance vanished. The two figures separated, each returning to his original position.

Shi Yi was unchanged, still as unruffled as drifting clouds in a gentle breeze. Jin Yunteng, however, wore a grave expression, and there was a hint of complexity in his gaze as he looked at Shi Yi.

He had lost, defeated by a pair of double pupils. Throughout their clash, none of his movements had escaped Shi Yi's eyes. No matter how hard Jin Yunteng tried, he could not break free of that disadvantage. Defeat had only been a matter of time.

Finally, Jin Yunteng sighed and called to his younger brother, Jin Yunxiao, before stepping away from the best position.

"Brother, you..."

Only then did Jin Yunxiao belatedly realize that his invincible, almost mythical older brother had lost their agreed one-strike contest.

The myth of his invincibility had been shattered.

"How is that possible?"

He could not believe any of it.

He was not alone. The other pure-blooded younglings could not believe it either.

The Primordial Divine Mountain's strongest young prodigy had lost to a human. They truly found it difficult to accept.

After all, creatures from the Primordial Divine Mountain's pure-blooded clans had always been far stronger than humans. They were accustomed to looking down upon them. Now that someone as formidable as Shi Yi, the bearer of double pupils, had suddenly appeared, they genuinely struggled to adjust.

Watching the two Golden-Winged Roc brothers leave, Shi Yi called to Little Golden Spider. "Let's go."

Little Golden Spider was already stunned. Never had Little Golden Spider imagined that Shi Yi could actually win. That was Jin Yunteng, the strongest prodigy whose name resounded throughout the divine mountains.

Hearing Shi Yi's call, Little Golden Spider dared not delay and immediately followed him.

Standing in the best position in the entire Blood Pool felt like climbing to the highest peak of the Primordial Divine Mountain. Behind them, every pure-blooded youngling's gaze was fixed upon them.

The feeling was unfamiliar to Little Golden Spider, but deeply enjoyable. Who would not want to be the focus of every eye? Even if Little Golden Spider had been carried the whole way, winning without lifting a finger.

"Demon Spirit Lake really has stolen all the limelight this time," one pure-blooded youngling remarked.

"Shi Yi, the bearer of double pupils, will surely shake the entire Desolate Region after this blood pool baptism."