Chapter 132: Chapter 132: Yao City
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"Regarding my return, I ask the Fairy to keep it confidential."
Ji Chen eventually left, without lingering long in Kunlun.
Si Ruyan escorted him all the way to the mountain gate, watching as he departed into the distance.
"Judging from his aura, he hasn’t broken through the Celestial Essence Realm yet, but he’s not far from it. Plus, with his Nine Spirit Veins and the transformation of his physical body, his combat power now is probably beyond that of an ordinary Celestial Essence Realm expert."
Watching Ji Chen’s silhouette disappear into the distant void, Si Ruyan murmured to herself.
"Is the chaotic world of Desolate Ancient really about to replay..."
Nether Realm, Yao City.
Located south of Celestial Venerable Mountain, with less than two hundred miles between them.
At this moment, the Dao Inference Saint Heir and Dragon Heir have agreed to duel at the peak of Celestial Venerable Mountain. This matter has already stirred the world, with countless cultivators rushing over.
Before the great battle begins, most cultivators have gathered in this Yao City.
Not only the Human Race, but at this moment within Yao City, there are numerous Ancient Race cultivators as well, making up more than half the crowd.
After all, this battle concerns the Dragon Heir, naturally attracting the full attention of the Ancient Race.
"It’s said that the Dao Inference Saint Heir reached the Sixth Layer of the Celestial Essence Realm a year ago, and is one of the top kings among the young generation of our Beiyou, matched only by a few like the Kunlun Saintess and the Gu Family Dao Body."
"The Dragon Heir should not be underestimated either; he’s the next king of the Dragon Race, with countless trump cards and tactics. This pinnacle battle is hard to predict who will ultimately win."
In Yao City, Ji Chen arrived here.
He walked alone on the street, hearing many discussions of this sort.
This is the most popular topic recently.
The opponents are the Dragon Race’s Heir and the Dao Inference Saint Heir, top kings of their respective races’ young generations. Their clash is expected to be intense.
As night fell, Ji Chen arrived at a Forest Park in the north of the city.
Today, Yao City is a hub of gathering storms, with untold numbers of old-generation powerhouses and young talents of both races appearing one after another.
In this Forest Park at this moment, many young figures were gathered, not only from the Human Race but also many Ancient Race prodigies present.
However, both sides stuck to their groups, with almost no interaction between them.
"Who do you think will be the ultimate winner in the Dao Inference Saint Heir’s battle against the Dragon Heir?"
"So far, it’s a fifty-fifty chance. Their cultivation levels should be about the same. It depends on who has more trump cards and tactics."
"I think the Dao Inference Saint Heir has a better chance of winning. This time, he will surely curb the Dragon Heir’s arrogance. These Ancient Race people have been too rampant in recent years; it’s time to show them a lesson." A young Human Race man spoke up.
"Just the Dao Inference Saint Heir, how can he compare with my race’s Heir?"
Just then, a cold snort came from a direction in the square.
Looking over, they saw several young men from the Ancient Race walking over leisurely.
Upon seeing the face of the leading person, Ji Chen was momentarily stunned. He quickly reacted, recognizing him as the Dragon Race genius, Long Shiyuan, whom he had once met in Bicheng!
From his aura, it seemed that Long Shiyuan’s cultivation was around the Second Layer of the Celestial Essence Realm.
With such strength, he was not bad at all in today’s world, almost close to top-tier beneath the Saint Heir and Heir level talents.
"Since the Heir descended upon Beiyou, he has tasted no defeat. The conclusion of this confrontation with the Dao Inference Saint Heir will naturally be unchanged."
Long Shiyuan spoke, standing proudly, giving off an air of aloofness. As he spoke, his gaze swept over the Human Race talents present, speaking again, "Vast Beiyou, that’s all there is, your young Human Race generation is too weak. Besides the Dao Inference Saint Heir and a few others, there’s no one else worth noticing, making it all quite laughable."
"Arrogant!"
"Our glorious Beiyou is filled with prodigies, not something you can disdain!"
"Your disregard just shows your ignorance."
A crowd of young Human Race men snorted coldly, stepping forward one after another.
"What prodigies, all are ants, not worth mentioning." Long Shiyuan sneered.
"Too arrogant!"
"Do you really think there’s no one in Beiyou?"
"Who do you think you are to comment on our Beiyou’s young generation?"
"Tonight, let me see how capable the so-called Ancient Race genius really is!" Many people wore angry expressions. A young man in embroidered clothes stepped forward in his words.
He stared at Long Shiyuan, gave a cold snort, and said, "You’re so arrogant. I wonder if your strength is as hard as your mouth."
"Buzz..."
As soon as his words fell, the young man in embroidered clothes charged toward Long Shiyuan, surrounding himself with spiritual power, holding nothing back, intending to capture Long Shiyuan on the spot.
"Overestimating oneself!"
However, in the face of the sudden attack, Long Shiyuan remained disdainful. He stood in place, reached forward with his right palm.
Instantly, the space trembled, and an invisible force surged forward like a volcanic eruption.
"Ah!"
With a scream, the young Human Race man in embroidered clothes was directly sent flying by Long Shiyuan’s palm, falling embarrassingly far on the ground, coughing up blood with a pale complexion.
"Is this all you’ve got, boasting such strength before me?" The Dragon Heir stood tall, arrogance without bounds, his gaze sweeping over the gathering of Human Race youths.
"I’ll fight you!"
Another cold voice sounded, and then a sturdy young Human Race man leaped out.
His spiritual Qi surged within him, his aura reached its peak in an instant, looking like he was ready to fight Long Shiyuan for three hundred rounds.
However, before the opponent could strike, Long Shiyuan coldly snorted, once again reaching out with a large palm.
A giant Cyan Dragon claw emerged, tearing through the void with an astonishing aura as it rushed forward.
"Boom!"
A loud crash resounded as the Cyan Dragon claw pressed down, immediately sending the sturdy youth flying hundreds of zhang away. He stabilized himself while coughing up blood, then fainted on the spot.
"How strong!"
"This person has at least reached the Second Layer of the Celestial Essence Realm!"
All around, the Human Race talents present couldn’t help but frown.
By now, they had naturally realized Long Shiyuan’s extraordinary nature.
"They’re all nothing but trash, not even worth mentioning. The esteemed Human Race doesn’t even have a single person worth my attention?"
Long Shiyuan laughed coldly, "Remember to stay away from me in the future, otherwise..."
"Buzz!"
Just as he was speaking, suddenly a terrifying aura enveloped the entire scene, causing Long Shiyuan’s expression to change drastically.
He could feel this aura targeting him.
"Bang!"
A beam of light appeared, instantly reaching Long Shiyuan, aiming at his chest.
"Destroy!"
Long Shiyuan shouted sharply, his whole body’s spiritual power circulating at that moment. He struck out with a large hand, finally dispelling the attacking beam of light.
"Who?!"
At the same time, he frowned, looking in the direction from which the light beam had come, only to see a young man in white walking out slowly from that direction, revealing himself to be Ji Chen.