Spirit Vessel

“A seventh-level Nirnava is not bad for humans but that’s nothing compared to us. I am at the second level of Heaven’s Emergence so I shouldn’t be a bully here. Here is my little brother, also a seventh-level Nirvana. If you two can last ten moves against him, I will eat my words earlier.” The fourth prince said with disdain.

Zhong Shenxiu walked closer to the prince while carrying his halberd and said: “No need for so much trouble, let me witness your power instead. If you all can stop ten moves from me, I will chop off my hands.”

His aura was impressive; each step issued a mighty gale. Everyone saw how he fought against the dragon not long ago - truly a great genius of the human race.

The fourth prince saw him; his eyes flashed briefly with hesitation. Nonetheless, he sneered: “I recognize you, the strongest genius of Creation Primogenitor Grotto, you got beat down by my brother’s avatar a century ago.”

Listeners couldn’t believe it. The primogenitor grottos represented the apex of the human race. Alas, Zhong Shenxiu still lost to Prince Tyrant’s avatar?

Shenxiu, on the other hand, wasn’t affected by this. He calmly replied: “Your brother has not come out for eighty years now from the divine pond, I heard that he was beaten by someone from the same generation. Others just didn’t know they were interacting with a high-level avatar - a plan to hide his defeat.”

The fourth prince’s expression slightly changed because Shenxiu was absolutely correct. However, their race had deliberately kept this a secret.

After all, every race needed a spiritual totem, whether real or manufactured. Prince Tyrant was their current spiritual totem and he needed a legend of being unbeatable. This would motivate their young generation.

Prince Tyrant’s status was similar to Feiyun for the half-demons. However, the former had more pressure because he represented an immemorial race while Feiyun represented lowly half-demons.

“His avatar is rather strong, refined from the corpse of a pseudo-saint, it should be half as strong as the real thing. Sure, I wholeheartedly accept my defeat but at the very least, I’m not trying to hide it like your race, that’s the most humiliating part, unbecoming of an immemorial demon race.”

The fourth prince turned red and stopped hiding it: “I’ll tell you the good news, my brother has come out of the divine pond and has refined a piece of immemorial heavenwood. You will be able to see his true body at the conference and see the true difference between you two.”

The golden crows spent a sky-high price to buy a piece of the famous tree. They aimed to use their divine pond to revitalize the piece, hoping to grow a new tree.

Alas, once they brought it home, they found that it had been corroded deeply by hell energy, unable to sprout a new bud.

Thus, they gave it to Prince Tyrant to aid his recovery. The result was spectacular - he healed completely and his cultivation soared.

‘So I only fought an avatar.’ Feiyun enjoyed a cup of wine while thinking that the method was brilliant since it fooled his heavenly gaze.

A battle ensued again and ended quickly - Shenxiu easily defeated the five demon geniuses.

The losers had gaping wounds but not in any fatal location. Shenxiu wiped the blood off his halberd and said: “You would be dead right now if we were on the battlefield. Immemorial demons aren’t special.”

“How bold, does a rising star from the humans want to challenge our prestige?” A handsome youth wearing a red robe with four beautiful human maids entered the floor.

He had seven crimson fish scales on the right side of his face. They accentuated his appearance instead of ruining it.

“That’s Prince Moonbreak of the triumph-fish immemorial demon race, he’s the strongest in his generation.” Ximen Cuixiao whispered.

Feiyun nodded and could tell that this demon was far stronger than the fourth prince of the golden crow.

“This human is not bad, he’s my opponent.” A spatial hole appeared out of nowhere and a fair hand came out.

It grew larger and released a scorching heatwave. Eventually, a girl in a blue flowery dress walked out. Tall and slender; her ivory legs captivated everyone’s attention.

“What, never seen a pretty girl before?” A fiery aura erupted, burning all the unwelcome gazes.

Spectators who stared at her long legs grabbed their eyes and bellowed in pain. Blood streamed down their cheeks as some were blinded.

Ximen Chuixiao heaved a sigh of relief since he didn’t stare at her legs. He whispered: “A prestigious figure of the firebird race, she has more influence than their princess. No one knows her true name and addresses her as Firebird Saintess.”

Chuixiao then noticed Feiyun staring at her but wasn’t affected by her fiery aura.

Feiyun took his time, not because she was beautiful and sexy. There was something strange about her.

Prince Moonbreak said: “He’s mine, back off.”

“Stop arguing and worry about your high status instead. Let me at him.” A rugged man with a full beard appeared out of nowhere.

He wore a gray robe and was barefooted, revealing his furry feet. He smiled at Shenxiu as if he were a prey.

Despite his wild appearance, he would be rather handsome once cleanly shaven.

“A monster from the devil ape tribe, Yuan Sansan, famous after just a few centuries of cultivation. Older grand paragons run right away, don’t be fooled by his smile, that’s a mass murderer.” Ximen Chuixiao took a deep breath.

“Brother, you know so much about these geniuses.” Feiyun said.

“Hehe, the top lineages of the human race gather this information, it’s all written down because as the saying goes, if you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles.” Chuixiao said.

Feiyun only smiled and didn’t press the issue.

Three immemorial geniuses have arrived and suffocated the floor. Humans turned pale, unable to handle the pressure.

“So you’ve fought Prince Tyrant’s avatar before, how many moves did you last?” Yuan Sansan asked.

The other two also cared about this issue.