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The two clashed again.

Feng Zhi's right fist came out, and Jiang Xi blocked it with both arms. The huge force knocked her back and made her slide backward.

Jiang Xi knelt on one knee, panting heavily. The protection of the Great Dao on her body had long since dissipated, and her hands hung limply at her sides.

The wind stopped and did not continue.

He looked at the figure opposite him who refused to admit defeat.

He put his fist away.

"Princess Jiang, let's end our sparring here!" Feng Zhi broke the silence on the stage, his tone tinged with helplessness and admiration.

Although we don't know what she's persisting in, people who persist deserve recognition.

Feng Zhi walked towards her, extending his right hand, which was exactly the same as Bi Yang's.

Jiang Xi struggled to lift her head and look at him. At this moment, her hair was disheveled, her face was pale, and she was extremely weak.

She did not respond to Feng Zhi immediately, but lowered her head again, as if deep in thought.

The wind stopped, but the hand remained in place.

He was somewhat aware of Jiang Xi's thoughts.

Unlike him... these prodigies who have never tasted defeat since childhood find it difficult to accept their own defeat.

Feng Zhi held the position for a while, waiting until she regained her strength before speaking again:

"Today is just a friendly spar, not a life-or-death battle. If we fight to the very last moment, the outcome is still uncertain."

At this point, he added:

"Besides, my constitution is inherently more restrained by your Dao embryo, so there's really no need for excessive comparison. How about we clash again when we both understand our own Dao and Dharma?"

Upon hearing these words, Jiang Xi finally reacted. Her eyes were still exhausted, but they had regained some clarity.

She looked at Feng Zhi's outstretched hand, her lips moved slightly, and she shook her head gently, whether she had come to terms with it or was just smiling bitterly with relief.

Feng Zhi pulled her up from the ground.

"Stop the wind." Jiang Xi suddenly spoke after she steadied herself, her tone serious.

"Um?"

Feng Zhi was taken aback.

"Alright! Once we've both understood our own methods, we'll have another fight."

After saying that, she let go of his hand and walked towards the Jiang family's seat, her figure swaying unsteadily.

Feng Zhi looked at the figure's back and unconsciously touched his nose. To be honest, he felt quite guilty.

The Jiang family gave such a generous gift, and then they turned around and beat the princess up like this...

Forget it.

Feng Zhi composed himself and stood in the center, now the center of attention.

"The Holy Son is mighty!" the disciples of Beidou shouted excitedly in unison.

He won two matches in a row, one against the crown prince of the Golden Crow clan, the strongest race among the demons, who also possessed the Demon Emperor's Physique.

The clash of the two races' strongest physiques, with the human race emerging victorious, thrilled everyone!

It is the fastest way for humans to cultivate their Dao Embryo, and even more so for those at the Purple Mansion level.

Two consecutive victories, both against opponents of higher ranks, a complete and overwhelming defeat – this record makes him arguably the number one prodigy of the human race!

"Speaking of which, what kind of divine power was that Beidou Saint Son's roar that shattered all the spells in the sky?" Everyone began to savor the previous duel.

The successor of the Book Pavilion pondered for a moment: "It should be that words become law."

"Legend has it that one can manipulate the rules of heaven and earth with words, and can determine life and death with a single word, but this consumes a great deal of energy, and requires extremely high talent to use it at will."

"A single word determines life and death?" Someone gasped. "If he had just uttered the word 'death,' wouldn't the Dao Embryo have vanished instantly?"

The successor of the Book Pavilion shook his head helplessly, "Do you really think that words can become law and that one is omnipotent? Perhaps he can do it among those of the same realm, but it is basically impossible for those of a higher realm."

"Didn't you notice that after the Holy Son of the Big Dipper reversed and scattered the power of the Dao Embryo, a lot of divine power was lost?"

"It's because the power of the Dao Embryo is too immense that the cost of transformation is greater."

The successor of Wanbaoge, however, had a different focus than everyone else; he was fidgeting with his hands and grinning mischievously.

"These are all minor matters. Did you notice that the Holy Son treated the Dao Embryo completely differently from the Golden Crow Prince? He actually comforted him repeatedly afterward. How patient he was!"

At this point, a female successor of a major religion confronted him.

"That's pure nonsense!"

"If he were really that good, would he have beaten someone up like this? Look at his punches, that unparalleled power! Where was he holding back?"

"In my opinion, he only realized he went too far afterward because the gifts from the Jiang family were too generous!"

Her tone was full of complaints; she was a follower of Jiang Xi.

"That's not right!" the successor of Wanbaoge retorted.

"Why do I feel like the Holy Son has become more restrained? The force of his punches is decreasing with each one."

"And look, the way the Jiang family princess was addressed at the end is quite interesting. She even called her by her real name. If you weren't familiar with her..."

He was speaking animatedly when suddenly his whole body stiffened.

A cold gaze fixed on him from the Jiang family's seats.

Jiang Xi had already sat down again, her eyes coldly staring at him through the spiritual screen, the Dao patterns in her eyes were flowing.

"Brother Wang, you've been targeted by the Dao Embryo." The numerous divine senses around silently moved to the side.

The heir of Wanbaoge's lips twitched, and he clasped his hands in Jiang Xi's direction, his attitude extremely humble: "Princess... I'm innocent! I didn't say anything."

"Too late." The successor of the Book Pavilion flipped open the jade slip with a mocking expression, wrote a line of small characters on a blank page, and muttered something under his breath.

"On a certain day of a certain calendar in a certain era, Wang of Wanbaoge made irresponsible remarks about Princess Jiang in public at the ceremony of the Holy Son of the Big Dipper. He was subjected to a slow, agonizing death by the gaze of the Dao Embryo. The cause and effect have been settled, and this matter will surely be settled in the future."

"Why are you writing this down?"

"Leave it as a negative example for future generations."

On the stage, Bei Shenfeng surveyed the surroundings and announced in a loud voice, "Let the exchange and discussion continue. Is there any other prodigy who would like to step forward and give it a try?"

His gaze occasionally swept over the seats in the Jade Pool.

Of the four young people with the most remarkable special constitutions, only the Taiyin constitution remains unchanged.

Although it was a pity that Feng Zhi didn't give Tian Shu Holy Son a good beating, he was still the first of the four to show his support.

All eyes turned toward Yaochi.

Chi Qinghan sat motionless behind the spirit screen, as if the excitement of the ceremony had nothing to do with her.

The Queen Mother of the West asked, "Qinghan, are you really not going up?"

"No need," Chi Qinghan said softly.

"The Dao Embryo couldn't break him, and neither could my Yin Power. If it were me, the outcome wouldn't be any better than Princess Jiang's."

"Unless my realm is far superior to his, or my Yin power reaches another level."

"Since they know they are no match, forcing their way onto the stage would only make Yaochi seem overconfident."

The Queen Mother of the West looked at her for a moment, nodded slightly, and said no more.

This child has always been like this; he doesn't argue over trivial matters and knows his limits better than anyone else.

There was a moment of silence.

Seeing that the Holy Maiden of Yaochi had no intention of going on stage, everyone felt disappointed.

It seems we won't be seeing the First Fairy with her hair down today...

That concludes today's ceremony.

But Beishenfeng remained in the same spot, showing no sign of ending the conversation.

The old men on the stage understood each other perfectly and closed their eyes in meditation, as if they were waiting for something.

Some of the more knowledgeable descendants frowned, as if they had guessed the answer.

Feng Zhi grinned. The sandbags were coming soon, so there was no need to hold back this time.

……

I don't know how much time passed.

Click!

Outside the gate of the Beidou Sacred Site, the sky above was torn apart.

Even before its figure arrived, an ancient aura from the beginning of time swept across the entire world.