Chapter 308: Seven-Colored Linglong Tower Trial

Chapter 308: Seven-Colored Linglong Tower Trial

"What of the Top Three Sects?"

"What of the Dao Children?"

"It is not as if my Dragon Clan has never produced a Prodigy in the top ten of the king ranking. I, Young Master Long Xiao, did not reach the sky in a single step; rather, I walked step by step to reach the thirteenth position on the king ranking."

"One day, I, Young Master Long Xiao, will trample all the Dao Children of the Top Three Sects beneath my feet!"

Young Master Long Xiao's gaze was intense. The very instant the Seven-Colored Linglong Tower opened, he charged in, taking the lead.

After a blinding white light, his mind was dazed and muddled.

Before he could regain his senses, he was already standing beneath the dazzling, golden king ranking.

"Has the king ranking opened?"

"No, the king ranking has ended. Why do I have no memory of entering the king ranking? Could it be that this time, all memories of the examination were deleted?"

"The rankings are out!"

As the dazzling golden characters appeared in an orderly fashion on the towering king ranking, Young Master Long Xiao had no more time to think. His heart tightened as he watched each of those prestigious names.

The top three names did not include his.

This was to be expected; he did not believe his current strength was capable of competing for the top three.

Immediately following, the names of the familiar Dao Children from the three sects—Daoist Xu Baijin, Dao Child Leng Shang, and Daoist Gu Jiuyou—appeared intermittently.

"Did I not make it into the top ten?"

"In the end, is my Foundation still not comparable to these Prodigy Dao Children?"

Young Master Long Xiao's heart was filled with disappointment.

This time, he had been determined to win, wanting to vie for a seat in the top ten.

He had not expected to fall short by a single move.

He had failed to rank in the top ten.

As the eleventh and twelfth names appeared, Young Master Long Xiao's brows furrowed even tighter.

When he saw that the thirteenth place was not him, but rather a name he had never heard of, the sense of urgency in Young Master Long Xiao's heart grew even more severe.

"I have never heard of this guy in thirteenth place on the king ranking. Where did he pop out from? Could he be a dark horse that emerged out of nowhere, just like Qin Xuan?"

"Could I still be ranked fifteenth?"

As the top twenty of the king ranking were listed, Young Master Long Xiao's breathing became increasingly rapid.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

It was over!

His name was not even in the top twenty.

"How is this possible?"

"Where did these Prodigies ranked thirteenth to twentieth on the king ranking pop out from!? Why have I never heard of them before? Where did so many Prodigies come from!?"

Young Master Long Xiao felt as if needles were pricking his back, and his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

Being in the twenties would still be acceptable.

At least within the Dragon Clan, he would still be the strongest in the King Realm, and his status would remain unshakable.

Until the name of Long Jing from the Dragon Clan appeared on the king ranking, Young Master Long Xiao could finally hold it in no longer; his whole body trembled violently, like a sieve.

"Even Long Jing has surpassed me? She was hiding her strength! She deliberately let me slack off so she could surpass me!"

"That thieving dragoness!"

As more and more names appeared on the king ranking.

Young Master Long Xiao's heart sank to the bottom of a lake.

The top one hundred of the king ranking were listed.

Young Master Long Xiao widened his dragon eyes, bloodshot veins wrapping around his eyeballs. He looked hundreds, thousands of times, but simply could not see his own name.

"I didn't even make it into the top hundred of the king ranking? Has my regression really been this great?"

Young Master Long Xiao felt weak all over, his legs losing all sensation.

The Aptitude he was most proud of had now turned into castles in the air.

The Foundation he relied on to survive in the Dragon Clan had completely vanished.

It was as if he had fallen into an Endless Ice Cave, his entire body chilled to the bone.

Long Jing passed by his side and raised her hand to pat his shoulder, "Little Xiao, from now on you must call me Sister Jing. You thin dragon, you didn't even make it into the top hundred of the king ranking; you still need to train!"

His surrounding protectors appeared in unison. Their eyes no longer held the reverence from before, but only endless disdain, "Young Master Long Xiao, your ranking has fallen off the king ranking. From now on, you are no longer worthy of our protection. You are just at the Peak of the King Realm. The next time you see us, remember to address us as 'Lord Sovereign'!"

"No, this is impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

"I, Young Master Long Xiao, am thirteenth on the king ranking. It is impossible for me to have fallen off the king ranking!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

Young Master Long Xiao clawed at his head, roaring hysterically, his voice shaking the heavens.

The Prodigies around the king ranking scrambled to dodge, those who couldn't avoid him quickly moved away.

Mocking words rang in his ears, "The dragon births nine sons, and each is different. Since you cannot catch up to your brothers, from now on, you shall be expelled from the Dragon Clan!"

Young Master Long Xiao turned back and saw his father's pair of cold, chilling, and icy dragon eyes.

He turned and left without a hint of mercy.

"Father!"

"I am thirteenth on the king ranking. I haven't lost, I haven't lost to my brothers. Give me one more chance, I beg you, give me one more chance!"

Young Master Long Xiao struggled to get up, wanting to chase after his father's back.

But no matter how he chased, he was unable to catch up.

Gradually, endless darkness behind him was also chasing him.

Transforming from the chaser to the one being chased, Young Master Long Xiao's dragon tendons were all tensed, wanting to escape being swallowed by the darkness.

But with legs as if filled with lead, he could not escape the engulfing darkness.

As he was swallowed by endless despair, Young Master Long Xiao's voice changed pitch, laced with a crying tone, "No, I don't want to fall off the king ranking, I don't want to be abandoned by my father, I don't want to become an abandoned dragon..."

Meanwhile, the other person who entered the Seven-Colored Linglong Tower, Young Master Mo Yu, also had a dazed and muddled mind.

When he regained consciousness, he was already on his way to slay Qin Xuan.

One of his sharp claws emitted a chilling cold light, capable of easily tearing through the Void Realm.

"You have harmed the interests of my Heavenly Demon Clan; you have ten deaths and no life!"

He was determined to succeed, thrusting toward Qin Xuan's throat.

Bang!

Qin Xuan threw a punch, and Young Master Mo Yu was hit as if by one of the top three of the king ranking, flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Qin Xuan's speed was so fast that even Young Master Mo Yu could not track it.

Young Master Mo Yu felt dizzy, and then was struck by several consecutive punches, his chest pierced through, collapsing to the ground in utter wretchedness, heavily injured and on the verge of death!

"You... how could you be this strong!?"

Young Master Mo Yu looked with difficulty in Qin Xuan's direction, whispering in disbelief.

Standing not far away, Feng Yao crossed her arms over her chest, her voice cold and arrogant, "I told you already, Qin Xuan is the most honored guest of my Phoenix clan. Even I, Feng Yao, am not his match, let alone you, Young Master Mo Yu!?"

Young Master Long Xiao was even more disdainful, "A mere eighteenth on the king ranking, yet you are so arrogant in front of Qin Xuan, who is able to defeat me. You do not know the height of the sky or the depth of the earth!"

"Your Heavenly Demon Clan is, after all, just a small clan. Being able to rank in the top twenty of the king ranking is already unprecedented."

"Just because of your arrogance, you have caused yourself to fall into an endless abyss. You brought this upon yourself. A piece of trash like you now has no qualification to meet with me, the thirteenth on the king ranking, ever again!"

The mocking words of the surrounding Prodigies were also endless, "This Young Master Mo Yu really kicked an iron plate; Qin Xuan destroyed his Foundation with a few punches."

"This time, not only did he not gain any benefits, but he also dragged himself into a quagmire, causing the entire Heavenly Demon Clan to be hated by the Phoenix clan."

"I remember the Heavenly Demon Clan is the most cold-blooded, and they do not value Bloodline or family ties. This time, Young Master Mo Yu likely has ten deaths and no life!"

"..."

The harsh mocking sounds made Young Master Mo Yu lose all face, wishing he could dig a big hole right there and bury his head in it.

He urged Mo Li, "Take me away from here!"

Mo Li approached with a sinister grin, "You piece of trash, how dare you command this Sovereign?"

He greedily licked the corners of his mouth, approaching with a sinister expression.

Young Master Mo Yu trembled violently and said in terror, "What do you want to do!"

Mo Li grinned sinisterly, "Your Foundation is completely destroyed. Do you think the Master will still recognize you as his trash offspring?"

"Without status, and having offended the Phoenix clan, you have brought a huge disaster upon my Heavenly Demon Clan."

"Instead of keeping you to provoke the anger of the Phoenix clan, it is better to let this Sovereign devour you to increase my cultivation."

"Although your Foundation is completely ruined, this flesh and blood is precious indeed!"

Young Master Mo Yu roared in fear, "No, you cannot devour this Young Lord, I am your master!"

"You are now just a pig for slaughter!"

Mo Li bit Young Master Mo Yu in two in one bite, using his mouthful of sharp teeth to chew continuously, the crunching sound of bones breaking becoming increasingly horrifying.

"Mo Li, you deserve to die!"

"You dare to kill your master!"

"Let me go, stop chewing!"

"Pain! It hurts too much!"

"I was wrong, spare me, Mo Li, I beg you to spare me, I don't want to die."

"Mo Li, I was wrong, I was really wrong!"

"I am willing to acknowledge you as my master."

In endless pain, fear and despair swept over Young Master Mo Yu, the agony of his body being chewed filling him, and he groaned in despair as his consciousness began to dissipate.

At the same time, all the Prodigies who entered the Seven-Colored Linglong Tower faced the pursuit of despair.

There were Prodigies who only entered for one breath before being defeated and retreating.

Those who lasted over ten breaths were less than one percent.

In the end, those who lasted over a hundred breaths were few and far between.

And their conditions were all bad.

People like Young Master Long Xiao and Young Master Mo Yu only had residual consciousness still resisting, or one could say it was a kind of unwillingness urging them not to take their last breath.

Even Feng Yao and the three Dao Children of the Top Three Sects were having a hard time.

Each of them was drenched in sweat, feeling as if needles were pricking their backs.

No longer displaying their usual calm and composure, they were shouting and screaming as their mental states gradually collapsed.

The heart-refining stage of the Seven-Colored Linglong Tower targeted the weakest, fatal point within the trial-taker's heart.

It was equivalent to ripping open the trial-taker's wounds, continuously sprinkling salt on the fresh wounds, and after sprinkling the salt, not forgetting to stomp on them a few times, letting the salt water soak into the flesh and blood, making the pain sink deeper into the marrow.

Even those as strong as the Dao Children of the Top Three Sects were only putting up a desperate struggle.

Completely different from the other trial-takers, Qin Xuan was not being chased by despair.

As soon as he walked into the Seven-Colored Linglong Tower, he lost contact with Leng Li and Luo Xianxian inside the small tower.

He was placed in endless darkness, unable to see his own fingers.

He himself could not figure out what kind of trial this was.

He could not see any enemies, and he couldn't even see himself!

"Pitch black, what kind of thing is this, where is the trial!?"

Qin Xuan had held it in for too long and couldn't help but complain aloud.

The next instant, the darkness around him completely receded, replaced by a bright and spacious plaza.

There was no one around; he was the only one standing on a huge floating platform.

"Where is the trial? What do I need to do to enter the next stage?"

As Qin Xuan's voice fell, ripples of space appeared before him.

This rippling lasted for a full hundred breaths.

It seemed to be deliberating something, brewing whether or not to appear.

Qin Xuan bowed toward the Void Realm, "Please, Heavenly God Linglong, grant me your guidance!"

As his firm words fell, the ripples stopped, and an ancient portal appeared in front of Qin Xuan.