As for Bai Yi, he had already seated himself on a stone stool off to the side when the fighting began, watching the melee of dozens before him with keen interest.
"What an Azure Snake Coiling Silk Hand!"
"Smart. Keep hammering that stupid bear below the belt. With a body that big, his agility is bound to suffer."
Bai Yi surveyed the entire battlefield, his gaze continually shifting among the seven prodigies of the Desolate Clan.
He had to admit, compared to the heirs of the ordinary major powers of Langyu Qingming Heaven,
these Desolate Clan prodigies were an entire tier higher in overall combat strength.
Every one of them had combined the Great Daos they comprehended with their cultivation arts, creating arts or secret techniques uniquely their own.
At the same time, while their primary Great Daos had reached minor attainment in the third stage on average, their secondary Great Daos had also reached deep into the second stage.
Coupled with the Desolate Clan's uniquely blessed bloodline talents,
even outnumbered, they still dominated in an almost entirely one-sided battle.
"How could this happen?!"
"Are we truly unqualified to pursue the path to immortality?!"
The heirs of the major powers, who had always stood at the pinnacle of prodigies, witnessed each other being easily beaten back like weaklings and blasted off the summit of the Sacred Mountain.
The gulf between their expectations and reality caused even their Dao hearts to waver faintly.
Along with their defeats, wisps of karma power flowed into the seven heirs of the Desolate Clan's royal lineages.
"Hahaha! What a rush!"
"A bunch of frogs at the bottom of a well. Just the nourishment we need to advance another step!"
Nearly twenty prodigies from ordinary major powers were stripped of all their karma and fell beneath