"Sheng Tian! I swear on the Heavens that I will kill you!"
He sneered, "You? Humph! Even the Heaven's aren't worthy of taking my life! Much less an ant like you!"
Though Sheng Tian was overbearing on the outside, inside, he was throwing a rant.
"Master! Why the fuck is everyone obtaining prowess of eight realms! This is just the Mortal Realm and already two people have such prowess! There's at least half a dozen with the potential to obtain that strength!"
Feng Wu Di rolled his eyes, "I told you! The Heavens are now stronger than they were hundreds of billions of years ago"
"But what does that have to do with anything?!"
"The Heaven's Code cannot be broken. The Heavens are stronger which means stronger lifeforms will be born. The upper limit has already far surpassed my imagination and it is likely that as you, the Anarchic Divergent, grow, beings with eight realms of prowess will be as common as flies"
"So that means your old measurements are out of date. What exactly differentiates me from normal people?"
"You'll know when the time comes"
They communicated with their thoughts so no one noticed anything out of place. Mo Tian wielded his two swords and took on a peculiar form.
"Your arrogance will be your downfall"
He then moved with such speed that he disappeared from his spot. The next instant, he reappeared behind Sheng Tian with both swords swinging down.
Clang!
The sound of metal meeting metal was heard and sparks flew into the air. Mo Tian revealed a solemn expression as he looked at the hands gripping his swords.
A clawed limb with golden scales. Each scale also had an unrecognizable runic engraving on them, giving it a mysterious air.
Sheng Tian spun around and threw Mo Tian away. His draconic arms were completely unscathed despite meeting Mo Tian's full power attack while using two Spirit Ranked weapons.
He decided to be a tad bit more serious and activated his transformation. A majestic golden aura exploded out in contrast to Mo Tian's deathly one. Anyone who had a beastly bloodline felt an overwhelming urge to kneel and the humans felt an absolutely suffocating aura.
Bloodline suppression is something that cannot be ignored, and even the lowest of dragons had a strong bloodline oppression on others. This oppression makes it hard for the other party to fight back, but surprisingly, Mo Tian was only slightly affected by the pressure.
Scales covered Sheng Tian's figure, and a river of gold hair cascaded from his head. A pair of wings spanning more than three meters in length sprouted from his back and his nails lengthened. His pupils turned into vertical slits and a pair of sharp teeth protruded from his lip. Finally, two pairs of golden horns emerged from his temple.
Undeterred by Sheng Tian's sudden transformation, Mo Tian launched himself forward, "It's futile!"
Crimson killing intent solidified and formed an armor around the blackened young man. Veins appeared on his face as he started burning blood essence to strengthen himself.
"Die!"
He swung down his swords.
Ping!
Once again, Mo Tian was unable to penetrate Sheng Tian's absolute defense. He stood in stupor at the places his swords struck, only to find not even the slightest scratch.
"N-no... Impossible!"
"Nothing is impossible," Sheng Tian interjected.
Then, he struck back.
Sheng Tian punched Mo Tian in the chest dozens of times in a few seconds. Mo Tian was pushed back with large cracks forming in his armor and coughing up blood.
Sheng Tian frowned. Just now, he had used his full physical strength to attack Mo Tian. He'd expected to send him flying and doing much more harm but now it seems that Mo Tie's defense is almost comparable to his.
He took out the Devouring Sword and leveled it at a specific point in the air. Mo Tian was too shocked to care and thus Sheng Tian took this opportunity to practice a technique.
"Life Rend"
What others couldn't see, Sheng Tian could. A green thread that was connected to Mo Tian was cut in half.
"AAAAHHH!"
Everyone spectating launched to their feet as they looked on in horror at Mo Tian.
Thousands of cuts appeared everywhere on his body, and though they were shallow, a small pool of blood still started to form.
What was even more alarming was that Mo Tian's figure started to change. His hair turned grayish and a few wrinkles formed on his face. The young man instantly turned into a man who looked to be around fifty years old. Those who were knowledgeable knew that Mo Tian just lost a lot of lifespan.
A wry smile appeared on Sheng Tian's face as everyone was shocked beyond comparison.
"Oops," he thought.
The green thread represents a person's lifespan, while bodily threads represent every part of a person's body. Sheng Tian was lacking control in this technique, and thus severed a few hundred bodily threads in the process of cutting the green one.
A scream caught his attention, "SHENG TIAN! DIE!"
Mo Tian took out a pitch black ball the size of a human head and lobbed it at Sheng Tian.
Mo Ling Gu grit his teeth when he saw Mo Tian take out the ball.
"That fool! He wasn't supposed to take it out yet!"
No matter how angered he was at losing his lifespan, it could still be replenished with treasures and lengthened with cultivation. It wasn't worth disrupting their plans or drawing attention...
Back on stage, Sheng Tian's vertical pupils dilated even further after sensing the power contained in that unassuming black ball.
"Soulspirit Sword Curtain!"
Hundreds of swords appeared and wrapped around Sheng Tian's figure right before the black ball reached him.
BOOM!
The ball expanded and then contracted, before expanding many times over. It exploded into black tendrils of energy that lacerated the platform and kicked up high winds. Mo Tian was knocked away and the platform glowed.
The old generation hurriedly moved and poured in all their strength to form a barrier around the first platform.
After a few moments, a deep crater appeared within it and millions of cracks appeared on the barrier. Everyone inwardly sweated as they imagined what would happen if they hadn't moved in time.
Xiao Hua looked over at the crater, "Sheng Tian!"
Sure enough, Sheng Tian's majestic figure was revealed at the center of the platform. The Soulspirit Sword Curtain had been completely destroyed and many deep cuts appeared all over his body. Even the previously indestructible scales were destroyed and mangled.
Despite this, Sheng Tian stood tall without any intention of giving in, looking like a War God that just went through a huge battle.
""Woah!""
The spectators burst into cheers and began chanting Sheng Tian's name. Everyone cheered at the young man who steamrolled all of the disciples of a top cultivation sect.
"Humph!"
Only Mo Ling Gu had a displeased expression on his face. His eyes were distant and seemed to be contemplating something.