"Lord Chu Feng, who do you think will win between them?" asked the Asura King.
"Hard to say. Both of them are holding back and haven't shown their full strength."
"Based on their exchange so far, they're truly evenly matched," Chu Feng said.
"Indeed." The Asura King nodded in agreement.
ZZZZAAAP— But soon, the lightning around Huangfu Shengyu changed.
The thunder patterns and his lightning armor blazed with greater brilliance, and his lightning wings had grown considerably larger than before.
Most importantly, his combat power had surged dramatically in that very moment.
"Why did he suddenly grow stronger? Is it the power of his bloodline?" the Asura King asked.
"No, it's a forbidden drug — one specifically designed for Heavenly-grade bloodlines. It should be stored inside his body, ready to be activated with just a thought when needed," Chu Feng said.
"There's actually such a forbidden drug?" The Asura King was amazed.
Forbidden drugs were typically detectable through one's aura, yet Huangfu Shengyu's aura gave no indication that he had used one.
With the forbidden drug activated, Huangfu Shengyu finally broke the stalemate and began to suppress Xianhai Shaoyu.
However, Xianhai Shaoyu had also noticed something was off, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face.
"I was just playing around. No need to go this far."
With those words, he spun around and leaped off the Combat Platform.
"I concede," Xianhai Shaoyu said.
"He conceded?"
"Even Xianhai Shaoyu conceded?"
"This... Huangfu Shengyu actually defeated the formidable Xianhai Shaoyu."
Unable to see the details of the fight, the crowd could only witness the result.
Though they already knew Huangfu Shengyu was powerful, Xianhai Shaoyu had been virtually undefeated before this.
So now that he had lost to Huangfu Shengyu, the weight of this victory was truly substantial.
The one he had defeated was none other than Xianhai Shaoyu — previously hailed as the strongest youth in the vast Martial Cultivation World.
"At least you know your place."
Huangfu Shengyu's voice rang out, and the ripples on the Combat Platform immediately dissipated.
He hadn't retracted his power.
So now, lightning coiled around his body, making him look extraordinarily domineering — like a king ascending the throne.
"So powerful! The lightning on him is incredibly strong — stronger than anyone else just now!"
"So this is the holy grade within Heavenly-grade bloodlines? Even his form has changed."
The crowd, still in the dark about the truth, assumed Huangfu Shengyu's lightning was so powerful because of his bloodline.
Many looked at him with admiration, and quite a few women gazed upon him with undisguised adoration.
After all, some women were naturally drawn to strength.
Especially among those talented women who themselves possessed both gift and power — there were very few who could catch their eye.
And now, Huangfu Shengyu had defeated Xianhai Shaoyu, virtually cementing his claim as the strongest youth in the entire Martial Cultivation World.
Naturally, they adored him.
Yet faced with all those admiring and adoring gazes, Huangfu Shengyu merely let out a contemptuous laugh.
"Ignorant cultivators of this era — now do you understand what a truly powerful person looks like?"
When Huangfu Shengyu said this, confusion spread across the crowd's faces.
"What does he mean by that?"
Seeing their baffled expressions, Huangfu Shengyu spoke again: "Still don't understand?"
"We are nothing like you."
"My Huangfu Heavenly Clan is an Ancient Heavenly Clan." The moment Huangfu Shengyu said this, the crowd was stunned.
So they were an ancient family.
But could ancient families possess such a complete Heavenly Clan? And could they move freely in and out of the Martial Cultivation World?
Weren't ancient existences supposed to be bound by restrictions?
If they were truly an ancient race, why couldn't anyone sense the ancient aura on them?
"He's not a youth — did he use some special method to sneak in?" Long Chengyu asked.
"No, they're all genuine youths, probably the same as us."
"The difference is, their family didn't rise in this era — they originate from ancient times," Chu Feng said.
"No wonder there's no ancient aura on them," Long Chengyu said.
But Chu Feng and Long Chengyu's exchange was very quiet, and most people didn't hear it, so the confusion persisted.
They couldn't figure it out.
They were still clinging to their previous understanding of ancient existences.
They couldn't comprehend how people from ancient times could ascend to the Nine Heavens Summit.
"Look at those eyes — exactly like a frog staring at the sky from the bottom of a well."
"But I don't blame you. You've always been frogs in a well, never having seen the wider world."
"We came here today to make you face reality — to show you just how weak you truly are."
"Did you really think that this Martial Cultivation World is ruled by you?"
"You're wrong. The moment we act, you can only be our slaves. That is the gap between you cultivators of this era and us ancient cultivators."
As Huangfu Shengyu spoke, both his expression and tone radiated conceit and arrogance.
By now, the looks of admiration and adoration that had previously covered him had almost entirely vanished.
In their place was fury.
After all, Huangfu Shengyu's words were deeply insulting. They were all geniuses in their own right, yet in his eyes, they could only serve as slaves?
They felt their dignity trampled upon, their hearts consumed by humiliation.
But Huangfu Shengyu seemed to be deliberately provoking their anger — despite clearly sensing the shift in the atmosphere, he showed not the slightest restraint.
"I've heard that you've recently ushered in an Age of God, with hopes placed upon the younger generation."
"So your factions have poured all their resources into cultivating you, all to seize the initiative."
"Ahahaha…"
At this point, Huangfu Shengyu suddenly burst into laughter, and it grew more piercing, more unhinged with every passing moment.
He laughed for quite a while before gradually regaining his composure.
He looked out at the crowd once more: "My apologies. I simply couldn't help it — it really is too hilarious."
"Actually, I'd like to ask you weaklings of this era one question."
"With your level of ability..."
"What does the Age of God have to do with any of you?"
The moment these words left his lips, many people clenched their teeth in fury.
Huangfu Shengyu wasn't targeting any single person present — he was targeting all of them, every cultivator of this era.
The arrogance was suffocating. He clearly didn't regard them as people at all.
Yet the cruel truth was that even Xianhai Shaoyu had fallen to Huangfu Shengyu. They were angry but didn't dare speak up — they lacked even the confidence to retort.
"What? You're not convinced?"
"Fine then — I'll give you another chance to challenge me."
"If anyone here objects, step forward. I, Huangfu Shengyu, will stand right here and wait."
"I'd very much like to see whether any of you can redeem your reputation."
With those words, Huangfu Shengyu shifted his gaze toward Xiao Yu'er.
He had clearly realized that aside from Xianhai Shaoyu, the only person present capable of fighting him was Xiao Yu'er.
Everyone else also turned their eyes toward Xiao Yu'er and Xianhai Shaoyu.
Although Xiao Yu'er's cultivation was at the Sixth Rank Half-God, her earlier performance had been nothing short of breathtaking.
Xianhai Shaoyu had lost, but he wasn't injured — he had conceded voluntarily. Perhaps there was still a chance.
In truth, besides this pair of siblings, no one could think of anyone else who might redeem the honor of the contemporary cultivators.
These siblings were their only hope.
Right now, Xianhai Shaoyu clearly wanted to step onto the platform once more.
But suddenly, a covert voice transmission reached his ears.
"I know—"