Spirit Vessel

Two more historical geniuses of the Meng rode their spirit mount over. They jumped off when the beasts were ten meters off the ground and landed outside the palace, looking proud and arrogant.

They were Meng Xinglong and Meng Xinghen. They have reached the limit of Heaven's Mandate and were training to reach the first level of Nirvana.

They had illustrious battle records at the battle palace, enough to make other geniuses quiver in fear. Everyone gave way, aware of their unstoppable power.

"Where is this half-demon daring to provoke the Meng? I'll kill him fast and go back to train." Meng Xinglong had a fierce pair of eyes and shiny black hair. He wore old and broken armors.

Rumor has it that he obtained it from a Heaven's Emergence cultivator's rave. It had a strand of dao law left behind by this master. Its defensive potential far surpassed a fourth-ranked spirit treasure.

Another youth from the Meng came forward and said: "This half-demon is in the third realm of death. He declared that he's unbeatable in the same realm, very arrogant."

'Keke, unbeatable in the same realm? Who does he think he is?" Meng Xinglong was ready to kill.

He made it there and stared at the mirror: "He's a dead man."

"Who is that person? Why is he so haughty?" A young member of the half-demon alliance noticed this.

Meng Xinglong glared at him and waved his sleeve. A gale sent the half-demon several meters away, slamming into the ground.

Heaven's Mandate cultivators couldn't exert their power due to the Meteoric Stones. However, Xinglong could still release a gale and sent this eight-level half-demon flying.

"You don't recognize me?" Xinglong walked over to that half-demon and uttered: "I am Meng Xinghu's older brother, Xinglong. That bastard dared to cripple my brother's cultivation, even the death of a hundred half-demons can't make up for this."

"You dared to kill in the battle place?" Meng Taiyue could see the murderous intent in Xinglong's eyes.

"Taiyue, you're a member of the Meng. How can you speak up for a half-demon?" Xinghen was there as well. He came behind Meng Taiyue and gently patted the guy's shoulder twice. His hand faintly flashed.

Taiyue vomited blood as a result; his internal organs were injured by this hidden force.

Meng Xinglong and Xinghen came and easily intimidated the half-demons.

Many cultivators gathered outside this realm of death. Some shook their head after seeing this. The Meng was still an old clan. How could a few half-demons oppose it? Today would definitely be a bloody one.

The half-demon in the realm was strong but still not enough to take on Xinglong. Moreover, Xinghen was there too. They were untouchable in this realm and could contest against normal Enlightened Beings.

"I won't kill here, of course, but crippling a few half-demons is no problem." Xinglong sneered.

He stomped on the ground to gather momentum, breaking the jade tile as a result. He lunged forward like a fierce tiger and aimed for the dantian of the half-demon who spoke earlier.

The white glow on his fist culminated into the image of a fist resembling a divine metal.

"Don't push it, Meng Xinglong!" Eight half-demons at the ninth level wanted to stop him.

"Boom!" All eight were sent flying, unable to stop one fist strike.

"Ants, you can't fathom the power of a historical genius." Xinglong's armors became resplendent. His power intensified and even caused several seniors to back off.

The half-demons facing him were pale. They mustered all of their courage and readied themselves for a fight to the death.

Fortunately, a heroic figure suddenly appeared before them. He had eyes with a red glow and an unrestrained temperament.

Flames manifested in his hands and turned into a wave sweeping forward.

"Boom!" The fist strike seemingly struck a wall of steel. A terrible heat and power forced Xinglong dozens of meters backward.

Xinglong stared at his burnt hand and then the young man ahead; his brows furrowed.

Feiyun extinguished the flames and stared at Xinglong: "That's all a historical genius can do?"

The half-demons were ecstatic. They knew that Feiyun had the upper hand just now and thought that he was incredible.

"Half-demons have experts too! Brother Feng is unbeatable in the same realm!" A pretty half-demon brought over a cup of tea and stared bashfully at him.

He accepted the cup, causing her to look down while blushing.

"Thank you." Feiyun drank then returned the teacup.

"You have to defeat those geniuses. The Meng have many demon slaves. Some are brought to the mines, the pretty girls are forced to become prostitutes, a fate worse than death. Let them know that we can't be bullied." She had tears in her eyes and considered him a hero. She hoped that her hero wouldn't lose to the Meng.

The other half-demons clenched their fists. Since they had some power, their lives weren't so bad. Countless half-demons had it worse, living in hell every day.

"Don't worry, no one in the same generation can defeat me." Feiyun said earnestly.

"So arrogant, I didn't even use thirty percent of my strength just now. I can defeat you within ten moves if I go all out." Xinglong snorted.

"Is that so? Then come into the realm of death for a fight." Feiyun didn't care at all. He went over to the female manager and asked: "Miss, what's my winning right now?"

"Three wins so seventy spirit stones. Outside of the fees, you'll have sixty spirit stones if you stop here." Lan Wanjing put it delicately, trying to stop him from fighting Meng Xinglong who had eighteen wins at the battle palace.

She thought that Feiyun wouldn't be able to win. Very few could win eighteen rounds in a row here.

"That's it?" Feiyun was unhappy.

"If you win the next round, you can get eighty." She was a beauty, albeit a cold one.

"Alright." He signed the death clause again and entered the realm.

Meng Xinglong wasn't afraid and also did the same thing. His aura erupted like a divine dragon after being freed from the shackles outside.

The spirit energy emanating from him was visible to the naked eyes. They looked like ripples in the air.

He raised one finger and shot out a sword beam at Feiyun, around one meter thick.

"Dream Sword Beam." This was a mighty technique of the Meng, created by one of their mighty sages during his old age. He once used it to destroy a meteor in space. [1]

Feiyun used his Swift Samsara and turned into the wind. He moved fast enough to leave behind afterimages.

Xinglong also used a movement technique while unleashing more sword beams.

Feiyun used his hand as a saber and slashed forward. A golden dragon rushed out with destructive energy. It struck the beams and caused the realm to quake violently.

"Boundless Buddhism." He placed his palms together. A golden glow erupted as he slowly pushed his palm forward, creating an offensive seal.

Xinglong could feel the power of this seal and hurriedly activated his armors. He called out the remnant strand of the Heaven's Emergence cultivator.

This wasn't enough to stop the seal so he got sent hundreds of miles away, breaking numerous boulders in the process. Nonetheless, his ancient armor saved his life from this attack.

1. Meng means dream