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Chapter 1147 Hidden Blood Race
“Old, old!”

Ming Wangqiu suddenly let out a sigh, filled with boundless sorrow.

The younger man to his left kindly advised, "The master is in his prime; he may very well reach even greater heights in the future."

"No, I'm talking about a state of mind, not lifespan."

He pointed to the two who were locked in fierce combat, "These two are both rising stars, yet they have surpassed us to become powerful figures who have emerged from the Heavenly Sect level."

"Only a vigorous and energetic youth can achieve this."

"Well, before them, there was Zhou Daqian, but unfortunately he's fallen behind now."

He shook his head as he spoke, recalling how shocked he had been when he saw Zhou You break through to the Earthly Realm and repair the ancestral hall space.

However, compared to the two young Heavenly Masters who had risen to prominence later in life, Zhou Daqian was inferior and could not be compared with them.

Whether it's Dongfang Daqianyi or Mu Sigui, both of their armies have only recently broken through, yet they far surpass those established Heavenly Sects who have broken through for many years, and already possess the potential to become stable top-tier Heavenly Sects.

Given time, they may well be able to shake the position of Zhenbei Ge and Tiannan Yijian.

As they spoke, Dongfang Daqian wielded his sacred artifacts, charging back and forth in attacks. Even though the Gu Emperor was as agile as a flying sword, he gradually fell into a disadvantageous position in the face of the unparalleled pressure of Dongfang Daqian's seal.

"Destroy!"

Dongfang Daqian seized the opportunity, pointed his finger, and struck the Gu King's back, directly pulling out the bloody skeleton.

With a slight tremor of its immense power, the Great Thousand Seal directly disintegrated the Gu Emperor into a pile of rotten flesh.

With a snap, the pile of rotten flesh exploded, as Dongfang Daqian's momentum had not yet subsided, and he continued to attack Mu Sigui's main body.

Mu Sigui smiled slightly, and a mountain-like black shadow crashed down from above, causing the void to tremble and the aftershocks to continue.

It was the Hun Tian Axe. He had refined this divine weapon to the point that it was as easy to wield as his own arm. His movements were as powerful as a thousand pounds, yet with an effortless grace. He directly shattered Dongfang Daqian's second attack.

Yes, it is indeed chopped up.

The power of the Eastern Great Thousand has reached the point where the illusory can become the real. Attacks launched from a distance are like physical objects, and they will not dissipate on their own unless struck by a tremendous force.

"Good timing!?"

As the giant axe, the size of a wheel, crashed down in front of him, Dongfang Daqian raised his hand to grab it, pinching the axe blade with his thumb and the other three fingers, holding it in mid-air as if it were glued in place and frozen in place.

The little finger that was freed up was slightly bent and flicked towards the giant axe.

The buzzing sound rippled like water, turning several times, and then a shocking scene unfolded.

Mu Sigui, along with the Hun Tian Axe, was as if struck by a planet, flying backward at a speed a hundred times the speed of sound. So much so that the moment the sound of air being torn apart rang out, the man and the axe had already appeared thousands of meters away.

Dongfang Daqian took a step forward, instantly shrinking the distance to an inch, not only catching up with Mu Sigui, but also casually sweeping his hand downwards.

boom!
Mu Sigui was smashed deep into the earth's core, causing the earth's crust to shatter into pieces, with fragments sticking up high.

The dust and ash everywhere looked like evil spirits baring their fangs and claws, assaulting the eyes of onlookers in waves.

"Cough cough cough, impressive!"

The sound of Mu Sigui drifted from afar; it was slightly weak, but there was no danger to his life.

This caused an uproar among the various groups. Dongfang Daqian was powerful and was suppressing him, but Mu Sigui was no pushover either. Although he looked disheveled, he was not seriously injured.

"Well?"

Dongfang Daqian frowned deeply; this outcome was beyond his expectations.

His previous attacks were all aimed at killing, and he intended to at least kill Mu Sigui, if not kill him, but he only suffered minor injuries. He used both the Great Thousand Seal and the Sacred Artifact as trump cards, and even with his maximum combat power, he could only achieve this much.

The question is, what trump card does this mere half-blooded witch have that has allowed him to survive until now?
Mu Sigui slowly stood up. "People call us half-blood witches, but few know what blood we have mixed with!"

This statement was most likely made in response to the doubts of Dongfang Daqian and the onlookers.

So Dongfang Daqian asked, "What are you trying to say?"

"Our ancestors migrated from the Central Plains to the northern border. A few were the victims of power struggles, but most were the victims of the evil deeds of the human race and religion of that time. Where do you think we came from?"

Upon hearing this, Dongfang Daqian's heart skipped a beat, "A failed experiment!"

"Haha, not bad, that's how you address our ancestors!"

"A failed experiment!"

Mu Sigui pondered these three words carefully, a sly smile appearing on his face. "But, did we really fail back then?"

"The requirements for becoming a Martial Saint of All Manifestations are extremely high, but what do the rest of the people know?"

"The bloodline hidden within the body of the failed specimen holds infinite possibilities. Finally, it took root and sprouted in the tribes of witches outside the northern border, and was passed down from generation to generation until my generation."

Mu Sigui clasped her hands together, making a 'flower' gesture, saying, "A single flower blooms every 100 million years, its fragrance wafting through the ages."

Now that we've reached this point, the mystery is finally solved.

It turns out that Mu Sigui awakened his ancestral bloodline, a bloodline far superior to that of the many noble and talented individuals who had previously invaded the northern lands.

This is the fundamental reason why he went from an unknown martial arts expert to a top-tier martial artist.

"It's so miraculous! No, you must have mastered the method to activate bloodlines!"

Mu Sigui smiled and nodded, "That's right. If you ask me, your race religion has long since lost its true meaning. You've even lost the things your ancestors were best at."

Within the Human Race Cult camp, individuals stirred, exchanging information and confirming that the secret technique for activating bloodline potential originated from the former Human Race Cult, but was unfortunately lost later.

A voice rang out, "Dongfang Daqian, capture him alive and take back our things!"

With so many descendants of martial saints in the Human Race Cult, wouldn't everyone be able to become a martial saint once their bloodline is activated?
Even if not, they can still mass-produce high-end combat power at the level of supreme martial saints, surpassing all other forces.

It's not just the Human Race Cult; other aristocratic families also have their own ideas. Their ancestors were all from the Heavenly Sect, so theoretically, all members of these families have the blood of the Heavenly Sect flowing through their veins. If they could obtain the method to activate their bloodline, wouldn't they also have a chance to become members of the Heavenly Sect?

That's a realm that can't be reached through arduous cultivation; who wouldn't be tempted?
Numerous greedy eyes intertwined, like overlapping nets, completely surrounding Mu Sigui and his companions.

Regardless of which side wins today, neither side will allow Mu Sigui and the others to leave alive.

The situation quickly became tense, the atmosphere was frozen, and although no one made a move, everyone was secretly gathering their strength.

"Dongfang Daqian, I can now be certain that you are not as good as Zhou Daqian."

"If he had heard what I just said, he definitely wouldn't have been moved, because he is convinced that future generations will surpass their ancestors. Any method to activate bloodlines is nothing more than a shortcut for incompetent descendants who rely on their parents."

"In terms of magnanimity alone, you are far inferior to him!"

Mu Sigui shook his head, "You've lost, you're doomed to lose!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a lightning-fast attack struck him squarely in the chest, sending Mu Sigui flying backward, his body folded in half.

"What makes you think you have the right to judge me?"

Dongfang Daqian's tone was dangerous, "You're nothing but a defeated opponent, a soul destined to perish under my fists!"

(End of this chapter)