Boom!

Yellow light exploded, and the Great Dao of Thick Earth surged like a tsunami, crushing all the Undead Legion surrounding him with the power of the Great Dao.

At this moment, a fist-sized lich appeared in Lin Moyu's hand.

The Star Arrow Lich flashed with a faint light and, with astonishing speed, passed through the area where the Great Dao was intertwined.

Alarm bells rang in Xiang Qing's heart. Instinctively, he wanted to retreat while surging his Great Dao power to defend himself.

But before his Great Dao power could be withdrawn, the faint light had already landed on him.

With a soft sound, a line of blood sprayed from Xiang Qing's shoulder as the Star Arrow Lich pierced into his shoulder.

However, it failed to pierce through. The Star Arrow Lich did not use the Great Dao of the Arrow; Lin Moyu had hidden the Star Arrow Lich's power.

Only the arrowhead had pierced into the shoulder, causing some flesh wounds.

After the attack succeeded, the Star Arrow Lich retreated rapidly, returning to Lin Moyu's palm with astonishing speed.

The wound on Xiang Qing's shoulder healed rapidly, returning to normal in the blink of an eye, but the bloodstain on it was telling everyone that he had indeed been injured just moments ago.

There was an uproar outside the arena.

"Xiang Qing was actually injured."

"Heavens, how did he do that? What is that thing? Was it also summoned by him?"

"Such fast speed, I actually couldn't see it clearly."

"Although the attack wasn't very strong and only caused a superficial wound, it's already very impressive!"

"If the enemy wasn't a Dao Venerate but a Heavenly Venerate, they would have been at least seriously injured or even killed by this strike."

Xiang Qing also looked at Lin Moyu with an incredulous gaze. As a dignified Heavenly Pride Dao Venerate, being injured by a Mid-stage Heavenly Venerate was simply unbelievable.

Xiang Qing asked, "Was this also summoned by you?"

Lin Moyu admitted it generously, "Yes."

He snapped his fingers, and the Undead Legion that had just died appeared again, not one more, not one less.

The Undead Legion formed a battle formation, blocking in front of Lin Moyu.

Looking at this stance, Lin Moyu was determined to drag this out to the end.

Xiang Qing took a deep breath, "Since that's the case, then I won't be polite!"

He summoned the Great Dao to cover his entire body again, but this time, a huge whip evolved from the Great Dao appeared in Xiang Qing's hand.

Xiang Qing said, "The Great Dao Whip I evolved has great power. When you can't bear it, you can call for a stop; don't force yourself."

Lin Moyu said, "Senior, please do as you wish. This junior understands."

Xiang Qing swung the Great Dao Whip. The speed of his swing was not fast, and it even looked a bit strenuous.

But the moment he swung the whip, the entire arena was filled with the Great Dao, and the whip seemed to be everywhere, attacking from all directions.

Lin Moyu had seen this technique when watching the matches.

However, watching from the outside was far less profound than experiencing it personally.

The Wings of the Undead spread out, and Lin Moyu dodged the whip shadows one by one.

The Undead Legion also exploded with a boom, breaking into smaller units and maneuvering through the gaps of the whip.

These whip shadows were true and false, illusory and real. Lin Moyu vibrated the Wings of the Undead, dodging continuously.

Relying on his powerful spiritual sense, Lin Moyu found dodging not difficult.

The Undead Legion was much worse off than Lin Moyu; they were far less agile than him and would be struck by the whip from time to time.

Once struck by the whip, they would turn into powder on the spot, with no power to resist.

But it didn't matter; the dead undead would reappear in the blink of an eye.

It looked as if Lin Moyu had summoned them again.

All the onlookers now felt this was normal; they had accepted that Lin Moyu could summon continuously, at least for a long time.

While dodging, the Undead Legion also launched attacks.

Xiang Qing stood there motionless, accepting all attacks.

The Undead Legion's attacks could do nothing to Xiang Qing at all.

He stood there like an indestructible fortress, attacking the enemy with all his might.

Xiang Qing's speed in swinging the whip gradually increased, the whip shadows became denser, and the gaps left behind became smaller and smaller.

A thought suddenly popped into Lin Moyu's mind, "If he were given a powerful magic treasure to make up for his lack of attack power, he would be an insurmountable humanoid fortress."

"Unfortunately, it still has flaws. Under the premise of not exposing my strength, it is difficult to defeat him, but it is not difficult to keep dragging him along!"

The whip shadows were becoming denser and denser, leaving less and less space for Lin Moyu.

In a while, the whip shadows would fill the entire arena, and that would be the time for Lin Moyu to be eliminated.

Almost everyone thought so.

Technique: Great Dao of the Arrow!

The Star Arrow Lich in Lin Moyu's palm transformed into a sharp arrow and shot out again.

This time the speed was faster than the previous time, and the power was more formidable, yet the movement was even smaller.

Most of the Heavenly Prides watching from outside did not notice that the Star Arrow Lich had already attacked.

This time, the Star Arrow Lich utilized the Great Dao of the Arrow, increasing its power a hundredfold.

Accompanied by a soft sound, a line of blood sprayed from Xiang Qing's shoulder again.

The whip shadows shattered at this moment, and Xiang Qing's body flew backward, with a hole the size of an infant's head appearing on his shoulder.

After using the Great Dao of the Arrow, the Star Arrow Lich's power increased a hundredfold, penetrating Xiang Qing's Great Dao defense and piercing into his shoulder.

But Xiang Qing's Great Dao defense was not just on the outside; it was everywhere, both inside and outside the body.

The Arrow Lich failed to pierce through Xiang Qing's body, being blocked after piercing halfway in.

But the immense force still knocked Xiang Qing back and left a wound.

Blood flowed from the wound, and the flesh was recovering rapidly. A Dao Venerate's recovery speed was astonishing; a wound like this would recover in less than two minutes.

The injury was nothing, but Xiang Qing's offensive had been interrupted.

If Xiang Qing wanted to do it again, he would have to start from the beginning, and another wave would waste a lot of time.

Xiang Qing looked at Lin Moyu with a complex expression, "I didn't expect your summon to have such strong attack power."

Lin Moyu said, "This is already this junior's limit. To you, Senior, it can only be considered some superficial wounds."

Xiang Qing glared at Lin Moyu, "Are superficial wounds not enough?"

Lin Moyu was only a Mid-stage Heavenly Venerate. For a Mid-stage Heavenly Venerate to injure a Dao Venerate was already incredibly heaven-defying, let alone the fact that he had injured a Dao Venerate like himself who excelled in defense.

If it were any other Dao Venerate, that arrow just now might not have been just a hole, but a direct piercing through.

If this arrow had hit the glabella, I'm afraid even a Dao Venerate would have had a hard time.

Lin Moyu smiled, "Senior, shall we continue?"

Xiang Qing snorted, "Continue my ass. If we keep fighting like this, when will it ever end?"

His Great Dao Whip needed time to build momentum, while Lin Moyu's Star Arrow Lich could interrupt him at the last moment, but Lin Moyu couldn't kill him either.

Both sides seemed to be in a stalemate.

Lin Moyu said, "This junior boldly suggests, how about we call this match a draw?"

Xiang Qing had a straightforward personality, "If not a draw, what else can we do? Fight until the end of time?"

Lin Moyu smiled; this was the result he wanted!

The two fought to a draw. This result was completely unexpected; in the Heavenly Pride Tournament, a draw had never happened before.

Until Xiahou Yuan announced that the two were tied, it meant that Lin Moyu had created another piece of history.

The Dao Venerates on the side finally reacted after a moment.

"That last strike of his, the speed was ridiculously fast."

"Indeed, I thought the previous attack was fast enough, but I didn't expect this one to be even faster."

"Even Xiang Qing's Great Dao of Thick Earth couldn't block it, so wouldn't we be even less able to block it? This strike would definitely leave a hole."

"Although it wouldn't be life-threatening, it would definitely be very embarrassing."

"Yes, if it hit the head, it might even blow half of the head off."

The Dao Venerates discussed among themselves, and their gazes toward Lin Moyu changed slightly.

Lin Moyu's strength, while not enough to kill them, could definitely rival a typical First Realm Dao Venerate.

A Mid-stage Heavenly Venerate being able to rival a First Realm Dao Venerate—what an incredible thing this was.

In the eyes of many Heavenly Prides, this match was more exciting than the dozens of matches before it.

Lin Moyu's performance also left a deep impression in their hearts.

Those Heavenly Prides all substituted themselves into the situation, thinking about how they would respond if it were them.

Many realized that they did not have a very good way to deal with Lin Moyu's final strike.

The only way was to kill Lin Moyu as quickly as possible.

Not to mention them, the Dao Venerates outside the formation in the sky were also discussing.

"This little guy still exceeded expectations; he is actually so stunning."

"Truly a rare genius; one day, he will definitely have a seat among the Heavenly Prides."

"Why wait for one day? With his current ability, if we don't consider his realm, he is already a Heavenly Pride."

"No, he is stronger than the average Heavenly Pride."

"It's a pity that such a person does not belong to our faction."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere of the entire environment changed, and faintly, wisps of killing intent were brewing.

Xiahou Yuan's true body suddenly opened his eyes and swept across the Dao Venerates.

His voice was calm yet carried majesty, "This child has a connection with this old man."

As soon as this was said, all the Dao Venerates changed their expressions, and then the atmosphere returned to normal.

Xiahou Yuan had already made his attitude clear; the phrase "has a connection with this old man" was not a joke.

This was a warning to everyone: whoever dared to touch Lin Moyu would be making an enemy of him.

Xiahou Yuan's strength was unfathomable; no one knew exactly how strong he was.

Only the old ancestors in the major top factions knew Xiahou Yuan's true background.

And for a genius who might rise, was it worth offending such an unfathomable old guy?

The match between Lin Moyu and Xiang Qing ended, which also meant that the final sixteen-strong competition was about to begin.

The result of the grand competition would determine who would obtain the title of the Strongest Heavenly Pride.

Lin Moyu had just returned to his seat and hadn't even sat down properly when Xiahou Yuan's voice suddenly sounded in his ear, "The Third Ancestor wants to see you."

Before Lin Moyu could react, a beam of light fell from the sky, and Lin Moyu disappeared.

Lu Lian used a formation to take Lin Moyu away directly.

At the same time, Xiahou Yuan announced that the sixteen-strong competition had begun!

In an inexplicable space, time here was chaotic and moved much slower than in the outside world.

This was the space belonging to the Third Ancestor; Lin Moyu had come here for the second time.

The last time, Lu Lian brought him in; this time it was even more rough, teleporting him over directly.

The light in front of him condensed, and the Third Ancestor appeared in his line of sight.

The Third Ancestor carried a trace of a smile, looking as free and easy as ever—a free-spiritedness that completely didn't match his age.

"Little guy, I brought you directly here; you wouldn't be angry, would you?"

Lin Moyu said, "When the Third Ancestor summons, how would this junior dare to be angry."

The Third Ancestor laughed, "Then this old man will assume you aren't angry."

Lin Moyu said, "Third Ancestor, please stop joking. If you have any instructions, just say it directly."

The Third Ancestor still had a smile on his face, his voice unhurried, "This old man wants to ask you, what do you think of the Heavenly Pride Tournament?"

Lin Moyu looked at the Third Ancestor, and the Third Ancestor also looked at him. Their eyes met, as if they both wanted to see something from each other's eyes.

Lin Moyu heard a different potential meaning from the Third Ancestor's question.

The other side was silent for a few seconds before Lin Moyu spoke, "How do you think I should view it?"

The Third Ancestor laughed, "This is the question this old man asked you; why are you asking me back?"

Lin Moyu smiled, "I don't know what answer you want to hear."

The Third Ancestor chuckled, "Naturally, I want to hear every answer."

The two were like two old foxes, probing each other.

Lin Moyu said, "Then can I say anything?"

The Third Ancestor said, "That is natural; feel free to say whatever you want."

Lin Moyu asked again, "What if I say something I shouldn't? Will you blame me!"

The Third Ancestor finally became impatient, "Little fox, stop talking nonsense to me, hurry up and speak."

Lin Moyu laughed out loud, "Third Ancestor, your patience is not good enough."

The Third Ancestor snorted, "Hurry up and speak, hurry up and speak!"

Lin Moyu said, "Alright, since the Third Ancestor wants to hear it so much, I will talk about it."

"Actually, the Heavenly Pride Tournament is about collecting destiny, gathering the destiny of a hundred Heavenly Prides into one body. Although it is only a portion of the destiny, it is still astonishing enough."

"I don't know if it can reach the level of Great Fortune. I feel it's not a big problem, and it can be maintained for a period of time."

"But what is the use of gathering so much destiny? Just for cultivation? I don't think so."