Slaughter to Prove Your Dao: Unlock the Great Sage Equal to Heaven at the Start!

Kyoto, the heart of the Dragon Kingdom, a sacred place of martial arts.

The transport plane landed smoothly at a dedicated airport on the outskirts of Kyoto.

Vehicles arranged by the organizing committee were already waiting here.

We entered Kyoto city by car.

Skyscrapers stand tall, and traffic flows freely; its prosperity far surpasses that of Shenzhen.

The air was filled with rich spiritual energy, and in some places, a faint spiritual mist could be seen swirling around – this was the effect of a large-scale spirit-gathering array.

They stayed at a top-tier five-star hotel with fully automated management.

It features a suspended elevator, a holographic butler, and an energy regulation room.

The cultivation facilities in the room are also top-of-the-line.

Yuan Ming marveled, touching this and looking at that.

But Chen Xing only glanced at it briefly before looking away.

Compared to the top-tier cultivation room in his Tinglan Garden villa, this place is still somewhat lacking.

Lu Hen, a local of Kyoto, volunteered to be a guide.

He led everyone to the nearby famous martial arts street for a stroll.

Shops selling weapons, elixirs, talismans, and materials for monsters lined both sides of the street, bustling with activity.

Among them were quite a few martial artists with formidable auras.

The group also sampled some Kyoto-style martial arts snacks, which helped them relax a bit.

That evening, Chen Poshan gathered all seven members of his team in the hotel's conference room.

"Please sit down."

Chen Poshan, with a serious expression, turned on the holographic projector in the conference room.

"Let me explain the rules of this league."

His voice was steady and powerful:

"A total of 32 universities participated in this league, which is divided into team competitions and individual competitions."

"Let's talk about the team competition first."

"The first round—'Forbidden Zone Trial'."

Chen Poshan pointed to a wild and dangerous virtual world image appearing on the projection:

"A folded world created by several Eight Realms Overlords, simulating an ancient forbidden land."

"You will be randomly assigned to one of them."

"The mission involves hunting monsters, gathering resources, and competing for special tokens; all actions will be converted into points."

"The trial will last for three days. The top ten teams in terms of points will advance to the second round."

"Beware, the folded world is fraught with danger, not only with various powerful monsters."

"There are other participating teams. Fighting and looting are permitted as long as no one is killed."

"But with the overlord's will monitoring, if a fatal danger occurs, you will be forcibly teleported out of the game, which also means elimination."

"Round Two - 'Ranked Match'"

The projection changed, revealing a towering, cloud-shrouded, illusory staircase.

"This is not a traditional ring match, but a layered challenge mode."

"The Heavenly Ladder has nine levels. Each level has different terrain, rules, and even environmental traps."

"Winners advance, losers retreat, until the final individual and team rankings are determined."

Chen Poshan paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

Finally, the focus shifted to Chen Xing, with a more forceful tone:

"This time, there's no room for luck; it's all tough battles."

"You are about to face the nation's top geniuses."

"Among them are monsters with SS-level talents, as well as fifth-realm battle emperors and even sixth-realm battle gods in their senior years."

"Chen Xing, you're the captain and the core of the team. You're under the most pressure. Are you confident?"

All eyes turned to Chen Xing.

Chen Xing raised his eyes, his gaze calm and unwavering: "Yes."

Just one word, yet it gave everyone a sense of certainty.

"Okay!" Chen Poshan nodded: "The opening ceremony is tomorrow morning, followed by the first round of trials."

"Get a good rest tonight and get some rest."

After the meeting, everyone went back to their rooms to rest.

Chen Xing did not rest immediately.

He walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window in the room and looked down at the dazzling night view of Kyoto.

Thousands of lights shone, and neon signs flickered.

This ancient yet modern city is about to host a nationally acclaimed martial arts extravaganza.

The golden cudgel in my hand felt warm to the touch and trembled slightly.

They also seem to be eagerly anticipating the upcoming battle.

The old man's hoarse voice echoed deep within his soul, this time carrying an indescribable sharpness:

"The stick is sharpened, ready to be swung."

Chen Xing gripped the golden cudgel tightly, the purple-gold light in his eyes flashing like a sword being drawn from its sheath.

"Then let everyone see."

He said in a low, calm voice.

Yet he carried a sharpness that seemed capable of piercing the heavens: "What does it mean to be equal to the heavens?"

Ding dong.

The phone lit up.

It was a message from Lin Moyan:

"Brother Xing! Xia and I have arrived in Kyoto! See you at the competition tomorrow!"

「(๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧」

Immediately afterwards, Gu Xiaoyun's message arrived:

Get some rest, and I'll be looking forward to seeing your skills tomorrow. Go for it! (´▽`ʃƪ)

Chen Xing smiled slightly and replied to each question.

Then, he turned off his phone, sat cross-legged by the window, and slowly closed his eyes.

The Great Celestial Immortal Technique operates silently.

The purplish-gold blood flowed slowly within his body.

Like a sleeping dragon, it gathers strength, waiting for the dawn to arrive.

……

At seven o'clock in the morning, Chen Xing changed into his iconic Qitian Battle Suit.

The black, streamlined suit perfectly accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist, creating an inverted triangle silhouette.

The two characters "齐天" (Qitian) embroidered with silver silk thread shimmered with a dark golden luster in the morning light.

He deliberately concealed his aura as a mid-level Battle Emperor of the Fifth Realm, but the oppressive feeling he exuded, honed through countless trials and tribulations, was still palpable.

It still made the surrounding air slightly stagnant.

Lin Moyan and Xia Qingyun were already waiting at the hotel entrance.

"Brother Xing!"

Lin Moyan waved excitedly.

"Xia and I watched it in the VIP box with my uncle today!"

"Go ahead and fight! We'll cheer you on from up here! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧"

Xia Qingyun still had that aloof demeanor, her long, ink-black hair cascading down to her waist.

Her azure eyes lingered on Chen Xing's battle suit for a moment before she nodded slightly: "Be careful."

Chen Xing nodded and joined Dean Chen Poshan.

The seven-member team from Shenzhen Wuda University were all dressed in black combat uniforms.

Led by Captain Chen Xing, they headed to the Kyoto Gymnasium.

……

Kyoto Gymnasium.

The giant stadium, which can hold 100,000 people, was packed to capacity, and the sound was so loud it almost lifted the dome off.

A giant holographic screen floated in mid-air, displaying promotional videos of the thirty-two university teams in real time.

When the image of Shenzhen Wuhan University appeared, the entire audience erupted in extremely loud cheers.

On the screen was a classic silhouette of Chen Xing during the Shenzhen qualifiers—

The golden cudgel swept across the battlefield, its shadow as large as a mountain.

The caption exudes domineering confidence:

"Wuhan University in Shenzhen, fearless and invincible. Sweeping through armies, achieving glory in a single battle!"

"Dark Blood Asura! The Great Sage Equal to Heaven!"

"Brother Xing! Look this way!"

Amidst the roar of cheers, the thirty-two teams entered the arena one by one.

When Chen Xing led the six Shenzhen University students into the center of the field, all the media's telephoto lenses instantly focused on them.

The live stream chat was instantly flooded with comments like "Monkey King" and "Shenzhen University's comeback".

Chen Xing walked at the front, his expression calm.

Yuan Ming, Lu Hen, and the others behind him had sharp eyes.

Their momentum flowed seamlessly, like a rainbow piercing the sun.

……

On the dais, bigwigs gathered.

Jiang Shanyue, the principal of Beidou Martial Arts University (a mid-level master of the Eight Realms).

Long Wentian, Director-General of the Dragon Kingdom Talent Management Bureau (Upper-level Ruler of the Eighth Realm).

The Kyoto Martial Arts Alliance's Grand Master, Wu Ming (a mid-level ruler of the Eight Realms), took their seats in turn.

In addition, there were several overseas representatives with blonde hair and blue eyes or wearing kimonos.

A seventh-realm battle master from the United States swept his gaze across the Shenzhen University formation and finally landed on Chen Xing.

He whispered to the elderly man in a kimono from Japan beside him:

"That's 'Qi Tian'? His aura is well concealed, but his vitality far surpasses that of others of the same level."

The elderly man in the kimono squinted slightly:

"The key to the changes at Shenzhen Wuhan University this year lies in this young man."

"I heard he received the title of 'Great Sage Equal to Heaven' at the Giant Axe Arena."

"The Monkey King?"

The Beautiful Nation War Lord chuckled lightly.

"What a wild name. Interesting."

……

The opening ceremony reached its climax.

Long Wentian stood up, though he did not deliberately release the pressure of the Eight Realms Ruler.

The entire hall fell silent instantly. His voice, resonating through the laws of nature, clearly reached everyone's ears:

The 118th Dragon Kingdom High School League has officially begun!

"When the youth are strong, the nation is strong; when martial arts flourish, the nation prospers."

"Now that heroes have gathered and geniuses have come together, we should use the weapons in our hands to defend our human race."

"With the will in my heart, I will prove my martial arts. I hope you all will live up to your youth and the expectations of our nation!"

Thunderous applause erupted, and everyone was filled with excitement.

Long Wentian's gaze swept across the entire room, pausing for a moment on Chen Xing.

A slight smile flickered across his lips.

With his level of cultivation, he could vaguely sense the purple-gold blood energy within Chen Xing's body, which resembled a dormant volcano, and...

A kind of divinity that even he found mysterious.

"This kid might really be able to break the record of Peking University and Shanghai University monopolizing the championship..." Long Wentian thought to himself.