One Touch Triggers

Fighting against the projections of Great Emperors in the Prodigy Tower, although able to simulate world-destroying power to help me temper my combat skills and stimulate my potential, ultimately lacks that trace of a true sense of life-and-death crisis.

Xiao Ruobai murmured softly.

During the battles in the tower, he knew he would not truly die, so his subconscious lacked that desperate, death-defying resolve.

For the War God Physique, this is ultimately incomplete.

Feeling the surging battle intent within his body, his understanding grew deeper.

The War God Physique was born for battle. Its true essence lies in the word battle—not just the collision of power, but the tempering of the will. It is about stimulating one's potential on the thin line between life and death, and forging an invincible conviction in desperate situations.

The slaughter within the Prodigy Tower could hone battle skills, but it always lacked the tragic and authentic nature of fighting with one's life on the line.

It could not truly ignite the deepest battle soul of the War God Physique to condense that purest origin battle aura containing an unyielding will.

But today, facing Fakong, he had genuinely felt the aura of death. Every move and stance was a matter of life and death. That extreme pressure of walking on the edge of a blade forced out a deeper power from the depths of his bloodline.

It allowed his battle intent to complete a certain essential transformation, becoming purer and more condensed.

It seems that cultivating behind closed doors has its limits. True breakthroughs must still be sought in blood and fire.

Xiao Ruobai looked toward the churning sea of clouds outside the cave, speaking to himself in a low voice:

Wang Zhan, the Divine King Physique, Qilinzi... I hope you will not disappoint me.

With every name spoken, the unsettled battle intent around him surged a bit more, and the faint clashing sound of metal ringing echoed in the air.

Xiao Ruobai closed his eyes again, his vital blood surging like a dragon around him.

This time, he was not just healing his injuries; he was digesting the insights brought by this life-and-death battle, completely fusing that unyielding battle soul born from desperation into his martial will.

Before the battle began, its momentum arrived first.

On a mountain range at the former site of the Demonic Heaven Sect, countless shadowy figures had already gathered. These were cultivators and young prodigies from various factions who had rushed over after hearing the news.

But no one dared to step into the central plaza. Everyone tacitly stayed far away, channeling their vision and holding their breath in anticipation.

On a mountain peak to the northeast, several figures stood quietly apart. The leading man had a tall and straight posture, surrounded by a hazy aura. He was precisely the Jiang family's Divine King Physique. He looked down at the plaza calmly, his eyes profound, pondering unknown thoughts.

Beside him stood a beautifully dressed woman with a lovely face. Her cultivation was impressively at the late stage of the King Realm; she was the divine maiden of the Jiang family.

Xing Lan of the Heaven's Secret Pavilion quietly slipped into the crowd. Starlight flowed around his fingertips as if he were deducing and recording the changes in the destiny of this place.

To the southwest, a young man dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe with an elegant and luxurious bearing stood with his hands behind his back. He was the Crown Prince of the Central State Dynasty, Ji Xuanye.

His expression was indifferent, as if what lay before him was not a life-and-death duel but a game of chess. Beside him followed several elders with profound auras, clearly royal guards.

In the shadows further away, a faint light seemed to flash by, suspected to be members of the Demonic Cult observing in secret.

Meanwhile, the figures of top prodigies like the Sword Son of the Southern Region's Chu family, Chu Qinglan, and Shi Man of the Northern Region were also faintly visible in the crowd.

The entire world was dead silent, with only the whimpering sound of the wind. An indescribably heavy pressure shrouded everyone's heart, like the extreme tranquility before a storm, so oppressive that it made it hard to breathe.

With so many top prodigies gathered just to watch this battle, its significance was self-evident!

Everyone knew that what was about to unfold was not just a battle between Wang Zhan and Qilinzi, but a prelude that could determine the future landscape of the younger generation across the five regions!

Suddenly, a muffled boom echoed from the eastern sky, like the beating of war drums.

A blood-red rainbow tore through the gray canopy of the sky, carrying a monstrous, fierce aura. Like a shooting star, it violently crashed into the center of the black plaza!

Boom!

The earth trembled slightly as a blood-red shockwave swept out, blowing away the dust filling the sky.

As the light dissipated, a figure stood tall and majestic. He had a burly and robust physique, with his black hair scattered. When his eyes opened and closed, terrifying blood-red light shot out like two blood-colored divine lamps.

Substantive killing intent permeated around him, almost freezing the surrounding air. Just standing there, he looked like a war god stepping out from ancient times—domineering, wild, and incredibly arrogant!

The heir of the desolate ancient Wang family, Wang Zhan!

Wang Zhan is here!

Low exclamations rang out from the observing crowd in the distance. Many people turned pale upon feeling that pure will of slaughter, subconsciously taking a half-step back.

Wang Zhan's gaze was like lightning as he swept his eyes in all directions. His voice, loud as a bell, exploded above the ruins: Mo Yu! Roll out here and accept your death!

His rolling voice contained a powerful divine sense impact, shaking the vital blood of some weaker spectators until it churned.

Almost the moment Wang Zhan's words fell, monstrous demonic aura soared into the western sky!

The originally gray sky was suddenly dyed with a thick, dark green hue. Demonic clouds tumbled, as if tens of thousands of demons were roaring and howling within them.

A savage demonic aura, not the least bit inferior to Wang Zhan's fierce might, swept over like a tsunami. It stood as an equal against Wang Zhan's slaughtering momentum, even faintly showing a trend of suppressing it!

Hmph! Wang Zhan, are you in such a hurry to become this king's first stepping stone to the absolute peak?

A voice full of mockery and arrogance rang out from the demonic clouds.

The next moment, a dark green divine light descended. Its speed seemed slow, but it instantly appeared at the other end of the plaza, facing Wang Zhan from afar.

The newcomer wore a dark green battle suit embroidered with hidden Qilin patterns, looking luxurious and mysterious. His face was so handsome it bordered on the demonic, and his vertical pupils flickered with a cold, cruel light, a sneer playing at the corners of his mouth.

The most eye-catching thing was the majestic blood energy flowing around him, blazing like a furnace, as if a vast demonic ocean was hidden within his body!

The peerless monstrous genius of the Southern Region's demon race, Qilinzi Mo Yu!

Mo Yu stood with his hands behind his back, his posture leisurely, as if he hadn't come for a life-and-death duel but to inspect his own territory. He sized up Wang Zhan, his eyes looking as though he were admiring an interesting prey.

Not a bad aura, and your killing intent is thick enough. You barely qualify to let this king stretch his muscles. I hope you can take a beating better than that Buddha Son, don't let this king down.

The disdain in his words was palpable.

Killing intent surged wildly in Wang Zhan's blood-red eyes. The blood energy around him roared like a galloping great river: A mixed-breed Qilin with an impure bloodline dares to arrogantly call himself a king in front of me? Today, I will extract your demonic soul and peel off your Qilin skin to prove my invincible Dao heart!

Invincible? Mo Yu acted as if he had heard a massive joke. He threw his head back and let out a burst of flamboyant, long laughter. Demonic power surged in his laughter, shaking the entire Demonic Heaven Sect ruins until they buzzed.

Truly looking at the sky from the bottom of a well! After this king tears you to pieces, I will go crush that hiding Battle Asura, letting you so-called human prodigies understand who is the sole ruler of this era!

Before the two even made a move, their two terrifying auras had already clashed fiercely in the void!

Rumble—!

The clash of invisible energy erupted with a deafening roar like muffled thunder. Behind Wang Zhan, a monstrous sea of blood surged. A terrifying vision of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood emerged, his killing intent condensing into a physical substance.

Above Mo Yu's head, a phantom Qilin roared at the heavens from within a mass of demonic clouds, its primordial aura sweeping across the eight desolates.

At the very center of their clashing auras, space itself began to twist and blur. The black plaza beneath their feet let out an overwhelmed crack, spreading fine fissures across the ground.

Everyone watching the battle from afar felt a sudden palpitation in their hearts. Those with weaker cultivation bases stumbled backward repeatedly, their faces deathly pale.

Too terrifying! To think a mere clash of auras could hold such might!

These are true peak geniuses! Wang Zhan is ferocious, and Qilinzi is domineering. Today will surely be a fierce struggle between a dragon and a tiger!

Fierce winds whipped up their clothes and hair. Their gazes met in midair, colliding to spark the most primal and intense flames.

The prelude had been played. A great battle was on the verge of breaking out!