The Holy Venerable Tianming had arrived at the high platform of the Sacred Court at some unknown time and sat down beside Mo Chenxiao.
He maintained his gentle and casual demeanor, his gaze fixed on Han Xuanji in the center, and casually asked:
What do you think his chances of winning are?
Mo Chenxiao pondered for a moment. He hadn't actually asked Han Xuanji this question, but some things could be understood without asking.
He recalled Han Xuanji's actions from Thousand Souls City all the way to where he was today, and then thought of the other party's nonchalant demeanor just now, and finally spoke:
"Seventy percent."
The Holy Venerable Tianming shook his head and said:
I disagree.
Could it be...?
Mo Chenxiao was stunned and said in disbelief:
"Does Di Shengtian still have a trump card up his sleeve?"
"Wrong."
The Holy Venerable Tianming said slowly:
You underestimate your apprentice.
Mo Chenxiao raised an eyebrow slightly, but did not refute it. He simply looked at the center of the battlefield, lost in thought.
They cultivate the Dao of Fate, and bound by the rules of the Eternal Continent, they cannot be omniscient or omnipotent, nor can they easily observe the destiny trajectories of top geniuses. However, compared to ordinary cultivators, they ultimately see things more clearly.
Mo Chenxiao could tell that Han Xuanji was hiding something. Although he didn't know exactly what it was, his composure and confidence were undeniable.
Therefore, he asserted that Han Xuanji had a 70% chance of winning.
But the Holy Venerable Tianming clearly saw further than he did.
Di Shengtian was unaware that Han Xuanji had seen through his disguise. He sized up the white-robed youth opposite him. The youth was not particularly burly, and his aura was well concealed, making him appear to be an ordinary cultivator.
But he showed no sign of underestimating the other party.
Han Xuanji looked at Di Shengtian with no expression on his face, but simply nodded slightly and made a "please" gesture.
In the center of the battlefield, Di Shengtian showed no intention of probing.
Now that things have come to this, we have no choice but to give it our all.
Boom!
The world seemed to fall silent for a moment, then a burst of golden light erupted, and layers of golden patterns emerged from beneath the skin, spreading throughout the entire body.
His figure rapidly grew taller in the golden light, transforming into a golden giant, his entire body covered in a layer of flowing gold armor. A golden halberd materialized in his hand, its blade entwined with the phantom of a golden dragon, exuding a majestic and awe-inspiring aura.
This is the Undying Golden Body of the Golden Emperor Bloodline, a combat form that perfectly integrates physical body and bloodline power, possessing both offensive and defensive capabilities, and resulting in a surge in combat power.
In this state, he is capable of fighting against an ordinary Eternal Sage.
Xiao Jiuyuan's bloodline power was utterly insignificant compared to the opponent's.
This is the number one super genius in the Eternal Empire.
Upon witnessing this scene, the high platform of the Eternal Empire immediately erupted in cheers.
"King of Gold!"
"I believe in the prince; he can win!"
"Let those bastards from the Sacred Court see the might of our Eternal Empire!"
The fervor of the Eternal Empire cultivators caused those on the Sacred Court's side to frown.
"As expected of a descendant of the Golden Saint King, can Han Xuanji do it?"
"If he can Ying Household the Young Emperor, he shouldn't be unable to defeat the Golden Imperial Scion, right?"
"Alas, if he loses, it will be a disgrace to our Sacred Court."
Some people chose Han Xuanji, but many others made sarcastic remarks; the latter were basically the Ying Household.
The Holy Venerable Tianming glanced over coldly, clearly disapproving of their actions.
Although they didn't speak, the power of the Supreme Saint Venerable silenced them on the spot.
Although they kept quiet, some of the Ying Household ' elders had glints in their eyes, clearly harboring resentment.
Wait.
If you've got the Han Xuanji, then don't lose!
On the other side.
The golden giant looked down upon all living beings like a god, while Han Xuanji, standing opposite him, seemed like an ant that could be crushed with a single step.
Without wasting words, Di Shengtian swung his golden halberd down fiercely, Heaven-Splitting with a golden halberd light and crashing down on Han Xuanji with a piercing explosion.
Despite his massive size, he is incredibly fast, and his slashes are lightning-fast.
Han Xuanji remained unmoved, a long cyan sword appearing in his hand at some unknown time, seemingly with no intention of dodging.
"Hmph, you're courting death!"
The two royal experts from the Eternal Empire exchanged a glance, a cold smile appearing on their faces.
"This is Emperor Technique. It may seem like a simple strike, but it actually contains Golden Divine Power. Even Eternal Sage wouldn't dare to take it head-on. What makes him so capable?"
"Such arrogance..."
On the Sacred Court's side, many people understood the power of the Golden Lineage of the Eternal Empire, and their expressions changed drastically.
They knew Han Xuanji was capable and daring, but they never imagined she was this daring.
A flicker of emotion also appeared in Ying Yuan's eyes at this moment:
He's gotten stronger again.
He didn't think Han Xuanji was being arrogant, but rather that his confidence stemmed from absolute power.
And it turned out just as he had imagined.
A sword light met the massive halberd, and the two forces collided violently in mid-air, unleashing a dull thud.
Then the halberd's edge shattered, while sword light shone continuously, like a brilliant galaxy.
Di Shengtian's pupils contracted slightly. He took several steps in quick succession, swinging his battle halberd repeatedly. Each strike carried a force powerful enough to split mountains and shatter peaks, and golden light poured down like a torrential rain.
Han Xuanji neither dodged nor evaded; every attack was perfectly timed.
His figure remained motionless amidst the golden storm. No matter how fierce Di Shengtian's attacks were, they could not shake him in the slightest. Instead, he continued to counterattack.
In the clash, the golden giant was forced to retreat repeatedly, until Han Xuanji finally pointed out with his finger, the Heaven and Earth Finger.
The giant golden halberd in the golden giant's hand was shattered into pieces.
"How is that possible...?"
The area outside the stadium was completely silent.
Countless people stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
Is this still a battle between the most outstanding geniuses of the Eternal Continent?
It shouldn't be a back-and-forth battle, neither side giving an inch, until the heavens and earth crumble and a victor is finally determined...
Even the cultivators of the Sacred Court were dumbfounded. Although this was not the first time they had been amazed by Han Xuanji's prowess, the overwhelming power he displayed still left them deeply shocked.
As a cultivator of the Dao of Principle, his close combat skills were so strong that he could directly clash with the heir of the Emperor Bloodline, who Saint King Bloodline.
This completely overturned their understanding of the path of cultivation.
The elders of the Eternal Empire, who had been beaming with joy, now had their smiles frozen.
This is Emperor Technique, Emperor Technique!
Were they really so thoroughly defeated by Han Xuanji, completely unable to fight back?