Heir of the Heavenly Court, One Against Nine!

A streak of golden light tore across the sky, plunging toward the portal between heaven and earth like a meteor.

The spectators all marveled. As expected of a race that represented the pinnacle of speed in the world, it could truly be said to reach for the stars and chase the moon.

But in the next instant, shock appeared on every face. A golden figure darted through the air, leaving afterimages in its wake, and barred the Little Peng Emperor's path in the blink of an eye.

The Little Peng Emperor's hair stood on end, and he instinctively defended himself. A heaven-shaking, earth-shattering blow came at him; how could his already battered body withstand such an assault?

A golden Peng wing fell to the ground, smashing out an enormous crater and sending clouds of dust flying.

For figures like them, a single drop of blood could sever rivers and shatter mountains, let alone an intact part of their bodies: a wing, the most distinctive feature of the Golden-Winged Great Peng Bird race.

Golden light shone from the thousand-meter-deep crater, while the Dao laws spilling out proclaimed their owner's extraordinary nature.

"His speed surpassed the Little Peng Emperor at the same realm. Was that the Kunpeng Precious Technique?" A three-colored black head shook, thick black hair flying as the Three-Headed Leopard muttered. He was a variant vicious beast of immense power, one who gave even Holy Sons headaches.

Yet now his voice trembled. A member of the race that stood at the pinnacle of countless spirit beasts, whose speed not even True Dragons or Divine Phoenixes could match, had been surpassed by a human at the same realm. He could not even flee for his life; a Peng wing had been broken off in a single exchange.

"It involved the Dao laws of space. It wasn't merely a speed technique." Xuanyuzi's Yin-Yang Eyes revolved. "It's a divine ability similar to the Lesser Teleportation Technique."

His words stirred a wave through the watching crowd. Only after igniting Divine Fire could one begin to commune with heaven and earth, comprehend Dao laws, and use divine abilities. Crossing space and freezing time were the exclusive province of cultivators at that realm.

All below Divine Fire were ants. That was also why the Divine Fire realm was called the Mighty Realm.

A cultivator whose Qi was only at the third level of Nirvana had used a divine ability. It was like a tale from the Arabian Nights, yet no one voiced any doubt. The words of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion's current representative in the world carried astonishing weight; in some respects, he could surpass an Emperor's Child.

"Spare me, spare me!" At death's door, the Little Peng Emperor begged for mercy in a trembling voice. "I'm willing to submit to you and become your follower!"

Everyone was shocked by those words. A pure-blooded Golden-Winged Great Peng Bird was begging for mercy.

"You're nothing but a little bird that's a little faster than the rest. How could you be my mount?" Dugu Baitian responded coldly to the Little Peng Emperor's pleas. With another wave of his great hand, he broke off the Little Peng Emperor's other Peng wing.

The Little Peng Emperor was a pitiful sight. His golden feathers drifted away, and his sacred Peng wings had been forcibly broken off. His gleaming white bones still teemed with vitality and Dao resonance, the self-repair of a supreme divine beast.

Dugu Baitian was too powerful, his divine might unmatched beneath the heavens. He made the gathered Holy Sons and pure-blooded beings bow their proud heads, not daring to look him in the eye.

With that, he ignored the Little Peng Emperor's desperate pleas and brought his great hand down again, intent on utterly extinguishing the Little Peng Emperor's life and suppressing and killing him.

"Junior! How dare you!" A voice rang out like a great bronze bell. A golden feather emerged from the Little Peng Emperor's chest and transformed into a mature Daoist. His might was overwhelming as he blocked the blow.

"Ancestor! Save me!" Joy welled up in the Little Peng Emperor's heart. The fog of death parted, and he welcomed new life.

The turn of events came so swiftly. The ancestor of the Little Peng Emperor's lineage actually possessed such a means, leaving his junior a life-saving technique.

This was not the outside world, after all, but the World Road, where even an imperial edict could not be activated.

"Nothing but a mongrel bird. Did attaining a Saint's Dao Fruit make him think himself invincible?" Dugu Baitian snorted coldly, refusing to yield an inch. His great hand transformed into a nine-colored divine mountain and pressed down.

Nine-colored light flowed, each color representing a Great Dao. The nine blended into one, bearing down upon the heavens.

Never mind a Saint's means-even if it were a Great Emperor's contingency, what of it? This was the World Road. The moment even a trace of Qi above Nirvana appeared, it would be erased by the rules.

As the nine-colored divine mountain pressed down, the middle-aged Daoist was greatly alarmed. The technique was all too familiar. It was the nightmare of the Golden-Winged Great Peng Bird lineage, and the one who had created it was an invincible existence.

The technique was called Nine Dao Mountain.

"Nine Dao Mountain suppressed the Golden Peng Emperor, Ninefold Sea subdued the Five Emperors' Grotto"-those were words no one of that era could forget.

"You're of the Heavenly Court Lineage!" the middle-aged Daoist shouted sternly. Golden light burst forth, and he struck out with both hands to block the technique. "You're the Chaos Saint Emperor's heir?"

The nine-colored divine mountain bore down on him, and the middle-aged Daoist staggered. Nine Daos intertwined, their might too terrifying. Even a Saint's heart feather, wielding the power of the seventh level of Nirvana, could not stop it.

"You old mongrel. Your three elder brothers all died at my hands; only you escaped by distancing yourself from the present world." Dugu Baitian's voice was cold as he spoke so that only the two of them could hear. "When I return from the World Road, I'll send you to join them and slaughter your entire race."

"It was you..." the middle-aged Daoist roared, wanting to say something, but he was too late. Nine Dao Mountain pressed down, and his body slowly turned insubstantial, becoming a Peng feather. It had lost its divinity and Dao resonance and lay dull and lusterless.

"The Heavenly Court's heir!" Everyone was shaken. What had the middle-aged Daoist meant to say at the end? It had actually made a Saint feel fear.

Peng blood flew through the sky. The Little Peng Emperor had fallen, and a few lonely Peng feathers drifted down, an indesolably bleak sight.

"The figures on all nine battlefields were one person's clones. One man fought nine Emperor's Children!" Before the crowd had recovered from their shock, Xuanyuzi dropped another earth-shattering revelation.

"One body split into nine, fighting nine Emperor's Children!" The speaker's voice trembled, and his soul quivered.

"It wasn't a fight. It was suppression, naked suppression," someone added, stating the terrifying truth.

Fu Yuan entered the tenth pass a month after that world-shaking battle.

The entire tenth pass was in an uproar. Whenever that battle was mentioned, everyone was shaken.

The Heavenly Court's heir, the Emperor's Child of the Dugu lineage, had split his body into nine and fought nine Emperor's Children. One had died and eight had been defeated. His ferocity knew no bounds.

"Even a monster like that has appeared in the world. Who can stand against him?" All the beings who had watched the battle that day said the same, unable to imagine who else in the present age could stand against him.

His opponents had been extraordinary figures. Su He, the Double Pupils bearer of the Su Lineage, came from a secluded imperial clan and was hailed as invincible.

The Little Peng Emperor, one of the five Emperor's Children of the Five Emperors' Grotto, was hailed as the fastest of his generation, yet he had been slain. His blood had spilled across heaven and earth, and his body had died and his soul dispersed.

Zhou Jingyun, the Emperor's Child of the Heavenly World's imperial Zhou Clan, possessed the Zhoutian Star Physique and was hailed as having an unparalleled defense, yet his body had been broken, and he had been gravely wounded and defeated.

Huo Lingxiao, the Radiance Son of the ancient holy land Radiance Hall: no emperor had ever emerged from Radiance Hall, yet no one doubted that he was an Emperor's Child. His illustrious Sun Holy Body had actually been cleaved open by sword intent, and he had been forced to flee in defeat.

Lin Lun, the Lin Clan's Little Supreme, was an unparalleled prodigy who possessed a Supreme Bone, yet he had been beaten until even his Supreme Bone had dimmed and his soul had grown listless.

Ying Su, one of the Great Qin Imperial Dynasty's current twin stars, and Little Spirit Buddha of Western Heaven, a supreme holy land-even their vajra physiques had been unable to withstand his assault.

Li Feng, seventh prince of the Great Tang Imperial Dynasty; Thunder Son of the Thunder Emperor Hall, a supreme Dao lineage...

Nine Emperor's Children renowned throughout the Three Thousand Worlds, peerless prodigies whom so many Saints held in high regard, believing them capable of contesting for the title of strongest in the present age.

The unparalleled methods they took pride in had failed to stir wind and clouds, and they had suffered crushing defeats.