Shi Xuan's Decisiveness

"A sacred bone! This is Innate Saint Bone!"

The cultivators present gasped in surprise upon seeing the inch-long bone enveloped in holy light, and then began to discuss it amongst themselves.

"It seems the rumors are true. Back then, in order to cultivate a second Saint, the Shi Clan transplanted the Innate Saint Bone of a member of their clan into Shi Xuan."

"It is said that Shi Xuan was born with Innate Saint Heart, and with his Innate Saint Bone, becoming Saint would not be difficult for him."

"..."

Of course, the most shocked person in the entire room was Shi Hao, for the Innate Saint Bone in front of him was something he had dreamed of taking back.

It was this Innate Saint Bone that made him and Shi Xuan sworn enemies.

But now Shi Xuan has actually taken out this sacred bone. What exactly does he want to do?

The most excited cultivators in the Moon-Gazing Palace were none other than the members of the Northern Abyss Imperial Clan. The only thing that made them happy today was that the Innate Saint Bone on Shi Xuan's body had disappeared.

Without the Innate Saint Bone, Shi Xuan will definitely suffer a severe blow to his vitality, and may even be unable to recover, becoming a mediocre person.

In contrast, the Shi Clan cultivators wore expressions of deep sorrow and grief.

Their Shi Clan's dream of Saint is about to be shattered once again.

In the sky, Chu Feng watched the scene unfold before him, a slight smile playing on his lips, "This kid is truly decisive. From now on, the sky's the limit for birds to fly, and the sea's the freedom for fish to leap."

He had been Eye of World Destruction. The moment Shi Xuan separated the Innate Saint Bone from his body, the last trace of black energy in his destiny also dissipated.

Shi Xuan has now transformed from Great Villain of Destiny into a true Child of Destiny, an existence no weaker than Xiao Chen.

Shi Hao accepted the Innate Saint Bone and said with a serious expression, "Shi Xuan, don't think that just because of this, I will give up on fighting you."

Shi Xuan smiled and said, "You can fight me anytime you want, but with your current strength, you are no match for me. Eighteen years from now, there will be the once-in-a-century Ten Saints Grand Competition. At that time, you and I will settle our scores and put an end to all our grudges."

It's a deal.

It's a deal.

After speaking, Shi Hao turned around, took Jin Xi's hand, and walked down from the platform.

Shi Xuan turned and looked at the seven women beside him. He slowly took out the Desolate Heaven Seal and uttered a single word.

"Town!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Desolate Heaven Seal descended, and the seven women instantly vanished into nothingness.

When their fathers and elders saw this, none of them dared to utter a single word.

This move filled everyone present with awe as they looked at Shi Xuan.

Perhaps this is Shi Xuan's true nature; the Shi Clan, this true dragon, seems even more terrifying.

Before anyone could recover from their shock...

A figure flew in from the horizon, and as he landed with a cry, a gasp of surprise erupted from the Northern Abyss Imperial Clan.

"Cousin Wuji!"

Everyone looked up at the sky and saw an old man carrying Zhao Wuji by the collar as if he were a chick, walking through the air.

Bang!

The old man casually tossed Zhao Wuji onto the platform, then looked up at Chu Feng in the sky and said, "Senior brother, Zhao Wuji has been captured. This guy even brought me a little surprise."

Chu Feng smiled and said, "Thank you for your help, Senior Brother Mountain-Mover."

"No, no, I wouldn't dare."

The Great Sage Mountain-Mover stepped aside as he spoke.

The cultivators present looked at Zhao Wuji, who was lying on the arena in a sorry state like a dead dog, and subconsciously turned their gazes to the members of the Northern Abyss Imperial Clan to see how they would react.

The Northern Abyss Imperial Clan member glanced at Zhao Wuji, then looked at Chu Feng holding a long sword in the sky, and subconsciously lowered his head.

Ignoring the gazes of everyone present, Chu Feng said to Shi Xuan, "Xiao Xuan, this guy is yours to handle."

"Master, your disciple knows what to do."

After saying this, Shi Xuan took out the Sword Jade.

Upon seeing the Sword Jade, Zhao Wuji's eyes, which had been as still as a pool of water, suddenly filled with deep terror. He immediately pleaded, "Junior Brother Shi, please! Please spare me! I'll agree to any condition if you spare me!"

Shi Xuan said expressionlessly, "Senior Brother Zhao, from the moment you started plotting against me, we've been sworn enemies. Unfortunately, I'm still one step ahead. Don't worry, those four guys will soon be in the Nine Netherworlds. Then you'll have company on your Yellow Springs Road."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Sword Jade in his hand emitted Dao Light.

"Stop!"

A loud voice suddenly came from the sky, interrupting Shi Xuan's actions.

Everyone present turned their attention to the direction from which the sound came.

An elderly man with white hair and beard, dressed in a robe, appeared and walked through the air.

As soon as the old man appeared, someone in the crowd called out his name.

"Great Sage Tiangang, one of the Ten Great Worshippers of the Northern Abyss Imperial Clan."

Besides the royal family, the Northern Abyss Holy Dynasty also recruited many royal family members as retainers, ranging from Great Sage to King and Marquis.

Chu Feng smiled and asked the newcomer, "Fellow Daoist, would you like to exchange a few blows with me?"

Upon hearing this, the Great Sage Tiangang trembled slightly, for he had already witnessed the terror of the person before him.

With the patriarch of the Northern Abyss Holy Land not appearing, perhaps only His Majesty can contend with him.

But once Saint makes a move, the one from the Dao-Seeking Academy will likely not stand idly by either. At that point, what was just a childish farce will turn into a battle between Saint.

For over a million years, there has not been a war between Saint on the Profound Heaven Continent.

It's not that the Saint are afraid of each other, but rather that the power of the Saint is too great. The two Pseudo-Saint who made their move just now have already caused considerable losses to the Northern Abyss Holy Dynasty.

His Majesty will certainly not choose to continue the war. Regardless of victory or defeat, the one who will suffer the most severe losses in the end will be Northern Abyss, since this battle is taking place on Northern Abyss's territory.

"No, no, I wouldn't dare."

The Great Sage Tiangang hurriedly explained, "In this battle for destiny, my Northern Abyss Holy Dynasty is willing to concede defeat. We beg you, sir, to spare Wuji, for he is the beloved son of the Eldest Princess. Of course, my Northern Abyss Holy Dynasty is willing to offer generous gifts."

Chu Feng chuckled upon hearing this. He casually sheathed his sword, waving his folding fan, and said, "Are you sure this old man is really the beloved son of the eldest princess of your Northern Abyss Holy Dynasty?"

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The Great Sage Tiangang looked at Chu Feng with a puzzled expression and said, "My lord, please don't joke about such things. Wuji is someone we've watched grow up since he was a child. How could he not be the princess's child?"

Chu Feng countered with a question, "Then let me ask you a question: how long has it been since Zhao Wuji last met with Saint?"

"I don't remember exactly, but it must have been three to five years ago. The Saint is extremely busy, so naturally not just anyone can see him."

The more the Great Sage Tiangang spoke, the deeper the doubt on his face became.

Chu Feng said calmly, "Alright, I'm too lazy to waste any more words with you. Since you don't believe me, then I'll produce evidence to prove that this old man isn't Zhao Wuji."

Having said that, he reached out and grabbed at Zhao Wuji...