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Chapter 1131: Chapter 425: A Strong Dragon Cannot Repress a Local Snake Chapter 1131: Chapter 425: A Strong Dragon Cannot Repress a Local Snake “A strong dragon cannot oppress a local snake, mostly because it is hard for one to fight against many. In the end, it’s all about not being strong enough.”

Just like when facing the Thunder Grandmaster, not only did Xiang Yan disregard him, but even Xiang Ange and the warriors of the Xiang Family Northern Camp didn’t believe they would lose.

However, when a dark shadow and the Fire Honor relentlessly suppressed Xiang Qian with three Divine Artifacts in hand, and Lei Jun pursued the heavily injured Xiang Yan relentlessly, while warriors of the Northern Camp were chased around like flies by a giant palm emerging from the ground, Xiang Ange knew that the Xiang Family’s grand momentum was gone.

They had provoked a true strong dragon, and if the masters of Yulin Pavilion didn’t make an appearance, this battle would strip the Xiang Family of decades of foundation.

By that time, it wouldn’t only attract bloodthirsty villains from all around but also displease that person.

The only solution for now was to stop this meaningless battle as swiftly as possible, in order to stem the losses.

Watching another member of the Xiang Family from the Fierce Realm turned to mush by a giant arm for not dodging in time, Xiang Ange could no longer hold back and yelled towards the center of the wilderness, “The Xiang Family admits defeat, please Master Chen and the others cease fighting immediately!”

According to the rules established outside North City, if one side admits defeat, the battle should stop. Xiang Ange tried to salvage the lives of his family’s masters by admitting defeat, but contrary to expectations, the generous Chen Menglu not only didn’t stop, his offensive became even more fierce.

The stretched thin Xiang Yan, pushed to the brink, cursed out loud, “You call yourself a master and yet you have no credibility to speak of, let alone being unfair in outnumbering your opponents–you call this skill, when it’s four against two?”

In response to Xiang Yan was a bolt of Divine Lightning, along with Lei Jun’s face wearing a scornful smile, holding a Purple Thunder Dragon Spear that brightly shone, launching it like a purple streak across the sky, fiercely piercing the Eight Treasure Kasaya and blasting Xiang Yan away.

Xiang Qian wasn’t faring any better, despite that the Liuren Longevity Divine Armor offered astonishing defense, it was after all solely a defensive Divine Artifact.

And his Ghostly Cloud Lock and Mysterious Jade Seal Sky Ruler, pitted against the netherworldly cold air and the glaring Sunburn, didn’t hold much advantage, not to mention the black Mysterious Snake eying him hungrily.

Effectively facing a three-against-one situation, even a grandmaster wielding three Divine Artifacts could only just maintain a stalemate.

Yet the energy consumption of simultaneously operating three Divine Artifacts was astoundingly high. As the duration of the battle stretched, the situation became increasingly unfavorable for Xiang Qian.

But what could be done? It wasn’t just in a state like Longzhou, but even in the talent-rich Zhongzhou, one had never witnessed such a spectacle of six grandmasters brawling.

It could be said that since the Demon Sealing Battle, the Human Race hadn’t experienced such a high-level intense war.

This also indirectly demonstrated the influence of top-tier powerhouses on the battlefield. After all, the strong beings of the Fierce Realm, who could suppress the small fortunes, had to exert all their strength just to save their lives when facing grandmaster level warriors, leaving them no power to resist.

If there wasn’t someone to directly withstand the grandmasters’ assaults, even if a team from the Fierce Realm could perform a joint strike, it would still be utterly impossible to execute.

All three fronts were being suppressed and the situation was escalating, Xiang Ange saw it and felt immense urgency. He shouted out in the direction of the battlefield again, “The Xiang Family really admits defeat, I beg Master Chen to stop, everything can be discussed, let’s not ruin the harmony!”

Chen Menglu was not an unreasonable person, but when it was his turn to act reasonable, the Xiang Family resorted to the most foolish tactics, and now, when things had developed to this point and the Xiang Family wanted to reason again, the Illusionary Master simply turned a deaf ear.

The refined Chen Menglu in the sky certainly heard Xiang Ange’s pleas for mercy, yet showed no sign of acknowledgment, continuing to command the four spiritual forces to crush the opposition.

After all, he had already promised Yun Quan to bring back the four Divine Artifacts of the Yun Clan, so he could not go back on his word.

The battle became fiercer and fiercer. As the number of people in the Fierce Realm continued to decrease, the situation for the warriors of the Xiang Family became perilous. Just when Xiang Ange was losing hope, the powerful experts from Yulin Pavilion finally arrived.

“Master Chen, please cease your attack and hear this old man out!”

The person who had arrived was none other than Master Shaolin from Yulin Pavilion. The commotion from the Grandmaster battle on the Wilderness was too big to ignore, even if no messages had been received. As the largest sect in the Southern Boundary, Yulin Pavilion could not stand idly by.

And naturally, the one responsible for external affairs was Lu Shaolin from the main line of Yulin Pavilion.

Unlike the two Grandmasters from the Xiang Family who failed to recognize a treasure, Lu Shaolin immediately recognized the formation as being identical to the Spirits and thought of a secret that had spread from Martial Saint Mountain a few days earlier. He promptly confirmed the identities of the newcomers and began to persuade them with good words.

However, Xiang Ange, unaware of the intricacies, thought that Lu Shaolin’s appearance signaled the arrival of reinforcements for the Xiang Family, and, pointing at the formation housing the four Spirits, he shouted, “Master Shaolin, this person here is an accomplice of the Devil Lord Hook Chen. Please lend us your support!”

Lu Shaolin, who had been contemplating how to advise Chen Menglu, glanced back at Xiang Ange upon hearing his words and said sternly, “Head of the Xiang Family, do not spout nonsense. This person is a Grandmaster on the Heavenly List, a top-tier powerhouse with a Heaven-level Bloodline, originating from the Thunder Master Lineage of the ancient Longzhou. He has been cultivating on Martial Saint Mountain since childhood and has just descended from the mountain a few days ago. How could he possibly be involved with the Devil Lord Hook Chen!”

Chen Menglu’s name might be extremely unfamiliar to ordinary families, but for the various sects, it was as well-known as thunder piercing the ears.

After all, that Heavenly List contained only a handful of names, and in comparison to so-called Saint Children and Dao Children, which represented beautiful hopes for the future of the King Realm, the strong ones of the sects naturally valued reality more.

If you were to ask a martial artist whether they wished to be born in holy lands or possess a Heaven-level Bloodline, the response would probably be as follows.

“The strength of bloodlines is just innate fate; the thousands of years of the holy lands’ Dao repositories are the true treasures of the martial arts. I choose the Heaven-level Bloodline.”

“Relying on the strength of a bloodline is fleeting; only the martial arts from the holy lands can support you to go farther. I choose the Heaven-level Bloodline.”

“Compared to groping for enlightenment in the Dao Realm, it is certainly more secure to follow the broad road laid out by the holy lands. I choose the Heaven-level Bloodline!”

Many motivational stories tell you that everyone is born equal and that as long as you work hard, you can eventually soar like fish in shallow waters or eagles in the sky.

But in the real world, there is no such thing as absolute fairness; even effort, which seems fair, depends on one’s background.

Some people give their all in their efforts and end up with just mediocre outcomes; some people work intermittently and can stand proudly above the clouds.

This vast difference in fate can be simply attributed to the word ‘talent.’

In this world of martial arts, what best represents talent is indeed bloodline ability.

Compared to systematically pursuing enlightenment in the Zen Realm, the path of constantly becoming stronger by researching one’s own bloodline abilities can be called a shortcut without a doubt.

Although we always hate when others take shortcuts and speak vocally about fairness, when such a shortcut is presented in front of us, how many can truly resist choosing it?

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