Chapter 1261: Dragon Treasure, Will You Abandon Me and Go Away?

"Hiss, my head hurts so much. Is the fight here not over yet?"

Tianren Wushuai, having woken from Qingnu and arrived at Duoyuan with his memory almost fully recovered, stopped. The scene he saw was Situ Yongren being pulled out of the Tianji Shen Shi's outer shell by the Shuangyi Heimo Kuangbao Juren. One sword strike decapitated him!

"Another one dead?"

"Life is conserved..."

"If I am alive, then someone else must die... right?"

Tianren Wushuai fell into deep thought, then gave a bitter smile, feeling as if he were the Grim Reaper entering the scene, even though he was so weak.

Soon, sensing something was off, he halted his steps and stopped advancing.

"This is wrong. Why am I even coming here?"

"Let them fight their chaotic battle. The priority should be to replace the Xue Shi Zhu with a Bansheng Bitie, right?"

As he thought this, Tianren Wushuai's mind went blank, and from the depths of his consciousness, a wave of more chaotic emotions surged up.

He gazed into the distance and saw Rao Yaoyao, suppressed by the Shengdi Zhili and covered in blood.

"I really should be here. All these people have to die here. I can't let any of them go..."

A flash of crimson appeared in Tianren Wushuai's eyes.

He quickly snapped back to his senses, realizing this wasn't a reason for him to act so impulsively.

Xue Shi Zhu?

Tianren Wushuai fell into a brief state of confusion and bewilderment.

"Situ Yongren!"

Below Duoyuan, Yan Wuse, who had broken free from his restraints in the distance but was too late to save him, could only cry out in shock, his shattered face filled with disbelief.

Dead?

He had thought there would be at least half a breath of delay—Situ Yongren should have been able to seize a chance to survive.

If given a little more time, Yan Wuse could have acted and saved Situ Yongren.

Distance was no issue for light!

But everything that happened in the field unfolded without any twists or suspense. With four swords, one strike decapitated him. Situ Yongren's head separated from his body, blood sprayed everywhere, and he fell in two halves, his life signs gone.

"Dao Qiong Cang didn't even make a move?"

Yan Wuse's lips parted slightly, his thoughts frozen, still unable to accept the scene before him.

He had experienced the pain of losing a disciple before.

But his disciple was no longer a youth; he had already grown up, so Yan Wuse didn't feel obligated to protect him all the way to Sheng status.

Situ Yongren was different.

He was just a young man!

No matter what, Dao Qiong Cang should have left him a few life-saving talismans, at least to protect him until his wings were fully grown, right?

Yet Xu Xiaoshou's sword struck, and Situ Yongren was gone...

This scene stunned not only Yan Wuse but everyone in the field, including the group of Lingshi who were peeping from the ruins of Zui Yi Dian, watching the colorful spectacle.

"Is that Dao Qiong Cang's disciple?"

"I heard he's also first on the Dao Bu Tian Bang, an extremely powerful Tianji Shushi."

"But even someone so talented, piloting a Tianji Shen Shi, got taken out in one hit upon entering?"

Everyone's faces turned grim, their gazes falling on Xu Xiaoshou, who stood arrogantly in mid-air with his four swords, unsure what to think.

Xu Xiaoshou blocking a Bansheng, Xu Xiaoshou toying with a Bansheng...

Xu Xiaoshou, as a youth, accomplished things that even these old foxes in Zhando and Taixu couldn't.

One could say that everything that had happened on Xukong Dao so far made them feel that Bansheng weren't as terrifying or unbeatable as rumored.

Almost everyone developed this mindset:

"If it were me, even if I couldn't toy with a Bansheng, I could at least hold out longer."

But what was happening now felt like a hard slap across everyone's faces.

The stinging pain jolted them awake.

It wasn't that Bansheng were too weak; it was that Xu Xiaoshou had already surpassed his peers and his era.

His terrifying combat ability and intelligence didn't mean anyone else could do the same—not even one ten-thousandth of it, just like Situ Yongren...

He had a great reputation, the dragon of the future.

Yet upon entering the game, he sank like a stone, creating no ripples before perishing instantly.

The gap!

This was an absolute gap!

Xu Xiaoshou had transcended the era!

He was on the level of Taixu at minimum, with no upper limit!

"So quickly, he's gone?"

Even Xu Xiaoshou, the person involved, was surprised.

It had gone too smoothly.

From Xukong Dao until now, he had never experienced such a smooth fight.

Not only was the Tianji Shen Shi sliced with one sword, but Situ Yongren died so easily, which made him feel suspicious.

After all, this was Dao Qiong Cang's prized disciple!

Even if he seemed foolish, Xu Xiaoshou suspected that at least seventy percent of it was an act.

And Tianji Shu was renowned for its unfathomable nature; even if Situ Yongren hadn't inherited all of Dao Qiong Cang's skills, he should have learned some of it, right?

"If Situ Yongren is really just a mediocre fool, how did he earn Dao Qiong Cang's favor?"

Xu Xiaoshou suppressed the surge of joy after killing Situ Yongren and kept questioning himself in his mind, reminding himself not to let his guard down.

He didn't want to end up like Situ Yongren.

He valued his own life immensely.

Take that sword strike just now—for all his arrogant display, Xu Xiaoshou hadn't relaxed his vigilance one bit. He struck on purpose.

The Mo Di Heilong clearly looked down on Situ Yongren, a young man, and had little interest in him.

But Xu Xiaoshou was different.

He always remembered that the game on Xukong Dao was a contest between Bazun An and Dao Qiong Cang.

And as Dao Qiong Cang's disciple, if Situ Yongren faced total destruction, it might provoke Dao Qiong Cang to act again and save him.

Maybe just a Bansheng Yinian Huashen, or something else...

But no matter what, if Dao Qiong Cang appeared once, Bazun An might not seize the opportunity.

As long as he appeared twice, even if Xu Xiaoshou couldn't see anything, Bazun An, as the other player, would definitely grasp some leverage on Dao Qiong Cang!

In this game, whichever player entered first or interfered more with the board using their own power rather than game moves would sink deeper into the game.

This was equivalent to handing over leverage to the opponent, gradually shifting from shadow to light, making it easier to lose.

Xu Xiaoshou had previously forced Bazun An to summon the Mo Di Heilong, which he considered a small victory for himself.

To make up for it, he planned to use Situ Yongren as bait to force Dao Qiong Cang to act, even enter the game.

That way, his mission of stirring trouble on Xukong Dao would be successfully completed, right?

But he never expected Dao Qiong Cang to be even more cunning than he imagined!

His disciple was dead, and he could still hide!

What incredible restraint!

"Then, isn't Bazun An the same?" Thinking of the pitiful Xiao Dazui, Xu Xiaoshou sighed inwardly.

Quickly, he reined in his wandering thoughts and coldly watched Situ Yongren's body falling below.

No complete corpse, eradicate the roots—this was Xu Xiaoshou's baseline!

Whoosh—whoosh—

As Jin Zhao Tian Fen activated, intense heat turned into blazing white flames, igniting Situ Yongren's body from afar.

Killing and cremating in one go—free service.

Situ Yongren had no treasures left on him—either they were on Xu Xiaoshou or buried in the deep sea.

But as his body burned away, Xu Xiaoshou vaguely sensed through his "perception" that a batch of paper figures scattered from his embrace.

Some were plain paper with nothing on them, burning instantly into ashes.

Others had some Tianji Dao Wen carved on them, but the level was very low; even the paper was new, clearly made recently.

"What are these things?"

Xu Xiaoshou narrowed his eyes, not quite understanding those fragile items that the Jin Zhao Tian Yan burned up in an instant.

But it didn't matter; he didn't have time now to search for Situ Yongren's soul or will.

He probably hadn't cultivated to that level anyway, and didn't have time to practice so many paths.

Looking at the current situation:

With Dao Qiong Cang not making a move, Situ Yongren gone in an instant, and the Tianji Shen Shi without anyone to control it, the variables in the field had decreased again.

This was a great rhythm for his side, exhilarating, and he couldn't ask for more.

"Xu! Xiao! Shou!"

When the furious roar echoed from afar, belonging to Yan Wuse, Xu Xiaoshou's body shuddered violently.

He didn't dare think about anything else. He suddenly grew larger, transforming back into the Shuangyi Heimo Kuangbao Juren and pouncing onto the top of the Mo Di Heilong's head.

"Long Bao, protect me!"

"I'm scared!"

"This emperor will hold it off; don't be reckless."

"Remember, in this battle, the main goal is to delay. Don't get carried away!"

Yan Wuse suppressed the rage in his emotions and tossed out a few lines to Rao Yaoyao without looking back.

Then, he bit his thumb, squeezed out golden Sheng blood, dabbed it on his forehead, and pulled it down.

"Blood Sacrifice: Shenling Zhuzai Shape!"

Xukong Dao shook violently, and a terrifying pressure not belonging to the Bansheng level of Lingshi descended from the sky.

This overwhelming might almost rivaled the Mo Di Heilong's Shengdi Yinian Huashen.

High in the nine heavens, dark clouds churned and sank downward.

The Mo Di Heilong lifted its gaze sharply, a strange light in its eyes, murmuring, "Still got tricks? This aura..."

On the dragon's head, Xu Xiaoshou had transformed into a black giant.

He was originally standing, but after Yan Wuse's burst, he was immediately pressed down onto the soft flesh pad on the dragon's head, nearly reopening wounds and taking a dragon blood bath.

"Roar—"

The Mo Di Heilong, not hit by Yan Wuse or Rao Yaoyao but tormented again by Xu Xiaoshou, let out a wail.

Xu Xiaoshou took the chance to scoop up more dragon blood, then awkwardly steadied himself by grabbing the dragon horn and standing up.

"Sorry, I lost my balance."

Looking ahead:

The distant Yan Wuse, who had been blown apart, suddenly erupted with a violent aura, as if he had taken the strongest drug.

His body unnaturally lifted by the world's gravity, he burst forth with power that seemed not his own. But...

That brilliant, dazzling, and magnificent light was still Lingshi light!

"Shenling Zhuzai Shape?"

Xu Xiaoshou rubbed his eyes, pressed down his twitching right eyelid, and crushed the ominous feeling in his heart with his intent.

He watched as Yan Wuse lost his human form, his body turning into endless blazing white light, growing larger and larger.

Finally, it became illusory and transparent, standing in the air.

At that moment, Yan Wuse truly resembled a god of light, descending to the mortal world, transcending the mundane!

"Long Bao, he's not right. Do you have confidence to withstand his attacks?"

Xu Xiaoshou's mouth began to twitch as he spoke, associating it with "Liberation State: Tianji Shen Shi."

The two were very similar...

But based on the timelines of Number Two's birth and Yan Wuse's fame, it probably wasn't Yan Wuse copying Number Two, right?

Could it be that when Dao Qiong Cang created Number Two, he used Yan Wuse as the template and succeeded?

Below Duoyuan, Rao Yaoyao, who had recovered after such a long buffer from the Mo Di Heilong's strike, picked up the Xuan Cang Shen Jian while gazing at the rising god of light beside her, falling into a long silence.

You said not to get carried away...

But turn your head, and you're unleashing the restriction, playing your ultimate card?

In Shenling Zhuzai Shape, Yan Wuse truly transformed into Lingshi light. Merely floating in the air above Duoyuan forced half the island's dark clouds to scatter, allowing him to stand equal to the Mo Di Heilong with his Bansheng status!

"So... strong!"

Xukong Dao was half dark, half light.

The instant that power burst forth in the sky even made the Lingshi far away in the Zui Yi Dian ruins tremble.

Too many couldn't bear the pressure and knelt down on the spot, as if worshiping the birth of a god.

The few who could withstand the heavy pressure only glanced toward the distance or viewed it through the shattered Qianli Chuanjing Shu, and their pupils burst, blood flowing from their eyes.

"Cannot look directly..."

"This battle has escalated; it's no longer something we can watch."

Ninety-nine percent of the island's Lingshi were pressed to the ground.

On the Mo Di Heilong, there was still a Xiao Wangzuo Daojing realm figure, wiping the hot blood from his eye sockets while straining to keep his eyes open against the light.

"So strong! Incredibly strong!"

"This is what Lingshi light should look like. Show a bit more, display even more!"

Xu Xiaoshou clutched the dragon horn with one hand to support his body and not fall, while his other hand secretly grabbed the Imitator, using Yan Wuse's blood to mimic Yan Wuse's technique.

If this Lingshi light didn't kill him today,

Then tomorrow, he, Xu Xiaoshou, would dare to become the second light!

Of course, all this depended on a certain foundation...

"Something's wrong. Have I not digested it fully? Why hasn't the Guang Zhi Daopan condensed after so long?"

"This isn't scientific!"

The illusory, distant, and ancient god of light completed its descent. Amid the blazing white, light outlined a human-like figure.

The Fengyuan Qiang that had been left behind flashed and entered the god of light's hand, slanting in the air.

Buzz!

The light from the slanted spear directly tore through the island's dark clouds, fully exposing the Mo Di Heilong's body to the view of all who could still watch the battle.

Yan Wuse hadn't lost his reason; his gaze just had a bit more crimson.

In this form, he seemed to have lost his humanity, possessing absolute calm and thinking ability, speaking leisurely in the air:

"Mo Di Heilong, this emperor gives you one last chance. Now, immediately, leave Xukong Dao's outer island and return to your lair!"

"This emperor can pretend you never came!"

Xu Xiaoshou felt his eardrums shatter.

The energy contained in that Sheng sound was so full and overflowing, like the strongest Shengwu exploding beside his ear.

And that was just the Sheng sound...

In this form, Yan Wuse hadn't truly attacked yet!

"Long Bao, will you abandon me?"

The Shuangyi Heimo Kuangbao Juren clung tightly to the dragon horn, as if trying to pry it off and stuff it into his Yuanfu. He lowered his head, his expression tearful despite his fierce appearance, and asked.

The Mo Di Heilong was thoroughly fed up with Xu Xiaoshou's pretentious act.

But it glanced at the fully powered Yan Wuse in the distance and fell into brief hesitation.

Truth be told, from beginning to end, the Mo Di Heilong had been reluctant.

It didn't want to carry out Bazun An's task, nor did it wish to clash with the two saints of Shengshen Dian.

That was why it had been holding back everywhere.

Otherwise, earlier, it could have used other abilities to bury those two saints.

But on the outer island, its moves were limited.

And the people of Shengshen Dian were all crafty old foxes, surely with self-preservation methods.

Even if it killed them, the other side would only lose a Bansheng Huashen; they wouldn't truly die.

But this would incur Shengshen Dian's hatred, and perhaps Beihuai would land on the island and slaughter a wave in the inner island.

This was clearly not worth the effort!

Seeing Yan Wuse reveal his trump card, the Mo Di Heilong already wanted to retreat.

"Xu Xiaoshou, you're very clever, and this emperor appreciates you."

"How about this: you come back to the inner island with this emperor to cultivate for a while. This emperor will ensure your growth, and then open a space rift to send you back to Shengshen Dalu. How does that sound?"

"By then, you'll be able to kill gods and Buddhas alike!"

At this moment, Bazun An's task was no longer important.

In the Mo Di Heilong's eyes, Xu Xiaoshou had become the only human who could influence its decision.

Because Xu Xiaoshou had that kind of talent.

He had the potential to become the next Bazun An, but one controlled by the dragon!