Son, Put Your Father To The Test (FF)

"Haha, of course not. The Holy Son is exceptionally gifted and has few rivals among his peers. Naturally, he can suppress this person," Elder Lijiang chuckled dryly, then explained, "However, I captured this Qin Zi myself, so I know exactly what he's capable of. He's not worth the Holy Son's attention."

"That makes sense," White Qingtian nodded but then added calmly, "But whether he's worth it or not is one thing, and whether or not I fight is another. Since this person has claimed that I don't dare to fight him, how would others view me if I backed down?"

"So, release him," White Qingtian concluded.

Elder Lijiang's face twitched in discomfort. He felt stuck between a rock and a hard place. He couldn't help but regret bringing this boy here in the first place! He could have just killed him. Sure, it might have left him entangled with a curse of vengeance, but this kid didn't seem to have any significant background. He could have handled it.

"Alright, but be cautious, Holy Son. This person is a bit strange," Elder Lijiang finally said. With a wave of his right hand, the water sphere imprisoning Qin Zi dissolved, transforming into a water dragon that flew back to him.

"Thud!"

Qin Zi, drenched like a wet rag, collapsed unceremoniously onto the ground.

"Ah... Finally free. My bones were practically rusting..." He groaned as he slowly stood up, rubbing his waist and scratching his back, clearly feeling sore all over. As he twisted his body, his bones made loud cracking sounds, like beans popping in a frying pan.

"Come, fight me." White Qingtian looked down at Qin Zi from his lofty position.

"What do I get if I win?" Qin Zi asked.

"You cannot win," White Qingtian replied coldly, his tone brooking no argument.

Qin Zi shrugged helplessly and asked again, "Then what do I get if I lose?"

"Death," White Qingtian responded, his voice icy.

"In that case, it seems I can't afford to lose," Qin Zi grinned.

"That's not up to you!"

With a sneer, White Qingtian charged forward like a fierce tiger descending from the mountains, a powerful gust of wind surging in his wake.

"Roar!"

A spectral white tiger appeared around him, unstoppable, as though it could tear apart everything in its path. Even the air itself seemed to explode in its wake!

"What immense power!" Qin Zi's face turned pale with shock, and then... he extended a single finger and pressed forward.

"Buzz!"

A golden light bloomed from the tip of his finger, forming a barrier. Massive waves surged within the barrier, with dragonfish leaping through the air, resembling a vast ocean laid out before him.

"Boom!"

In the next moment, White Qingtian slammed into the barrier, creating a deafening explosion. Ripples spread across the barrier as droplets of water splashed in all directions.

"Break!"

White Qingtian, shocked and furious to find himself blocked by a single finger, roared and unleashed an even more violent burst of power, punching the barrier.

"Crack!"

The barrier shattered, but it was like breaking the glass of an aquarium. A deluge of seawater surged from the breach, threatening to engulf White Qingtian.

Not only that, but several golden dragonfish leaped into the air and transformed into golden flood dragons, lunging toward White Qingtian.

"Die!"

With a ferocious gleam in his eyes, White Qingtian unleashed the beast within him. His aura became wild and brutal as he swung his fists, meeting the golden flood dragons head-on.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

With each strike, the collisions produced thunderous sounds. In an instant, White Qingtian unleashed over a hundred punches, shattering the golden dragons.

"Watch out!" someone shouted in alarm.

White Qingtian quickly turned his head and saw Qin Zi charging at him like a mad dragon, his momentum overwhelming, seemingly capable of shaking the heavens and the earth.

Yet, White Qingtian remained calm, even smirking. Dark energy surged behind him, and a pair of massive blood-red eyes opened.

"Buzz!"

In an instant, Qin Zi felt a torrent of violent and sinister mental power invading his mind.

However, Qin Zi simply laughed.

"Foolish showmanship!"

The next moment, two beams of dazzling golden light shot from his eyes, as though tearing through an invisible barrier.

"Ah!"

The massive blood-red eyes behind White Qingtian exploded, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

At that moment, Qin Zi soared into the sky, aligning himself with the sun. He raised his hand and unleashed a palm strike toward White Qingtian.

"Boom!"

A colossal thousand-handed Buddha appeared behind Qin Zi, majestic and divine. The Buddha mirrored Qin Zi's action, also extending a palm to suppress White Qingtian.

"Die!!"

White Qingtian raised both hands, his body transforming into a brilliant white sun. Intense, searing beams of white light shot out in all directions, blanketing the area with overwhelming power.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The destructive force of the white light was terrifying. Even Qin Zi's thousand-handed Buddha was riddled with holes, yet the giant palm continued its downward crush.

"Boom!"

The palm finally enveloped White Qingtian, triggering a massive explosion. The shockwave rippled outward in all directions.

"Black Dragon Demon Soul!"

At that moment, an enraged and desperate roar echoed as a gigantic black shadow emerged from the explosion—a massive black flood dragon, over five hundred meters long.

The black dragon was an ethereal phantom, and through it, White Qingtian could be seen, bloodied and in a pitiful state.

"Today, you will be buried here!" White Qingtian's eyes were bloodshot, though it was unclear whether it was from rage or blood seeping into them.

"You're as confident as you were earlier," Qin Zi mocked.

White Qingtian, recalling his earlier arrogance, and seeing his current pitiful condition, felt a wave of humiliation and fury, pushing him to the brink of madness.

"Die!"

He roared, and the black flood dragon's massive jaws opened, lunging at Qin Zi.

This was a soul fragment extracted by White Qingtian's master from a flood dragon's corpse and fused into his body through sorcery, forming a strange symbiotic relationship.

Earlier, the enormous red eyes were part of the black dragon's soul, capable of attacking an opponent's primordial spirit!

"You're still playing with petty tricks!" Qin Zi sneered, then shouted, "Great Power of the Heavenly Dragon, World-Honored Earth Treasury, Prajñā of All Buddhas, Om! Dragon Ascends to Heaven!!"

As Qin Zi's voice echoed, the true dragon bloodline he had refined from the dragonfish in his body boiled. Threads of golden light seeped from his skin, coiling and merging to form a golden true dragon.

"Go!"

The golden dragon charged at the black flood dragon. The two dragons intertwined, biting and tearing at each other, shaking the heavens and earth.

"Boom!"

Thunderclouds churned in the sky, lightning flashed, and a torrential downpour began, nourishing all life below.

"Boom!"

After a long while, a massive black shadow crashed to the ground and shattered, revealing a blood-soaked figure—White Qingtian.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth as he slowly stood up, his gaze locked on the black-robed figure in the sky.

Qin Zi looked down at him, grinning. "Ah, as expected, the Holy Son is truly peerless. I must admit, I lost this fight."

White Qingtian trembled, a glimmer of hope lighting up his eyes, as if he believed that Qin Zi would soon collapse, even more wounded than himself.

But in the next moment, Qin Zi continued earnestly, "Because you said I couldn't win. I wouldn't dare disobey your command, especially since... your master is here, and I fear he'd kill me."

"You... you!!"

White Qingtian's eyes widened, overwhelmed by a tide of humiliation. Wang Teng's earlier taunts echoed in his mind: You don't dare fight the strong. You only hide behind your master's authority and pick on the weak. That's why you've never lost...

"Blegh!"

Finally, he spat out a mouthful of blood, overcome by anger, and collapsed, unconscious.

"This..."

"How could this be..."

Around them, the crowd stood frozen, their expressions stiff, unable to say a word.

"Who exactly are you!?"

At that moment, the Praying Star Holy Master stood up abruptly, his gaze as sharp as a sword, as if he intended to pin Qin Zi in place.

"Haha, who am I?"

Qin Zi chuckled, his eyes sweeping across the crowd with disdain. A mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips. "I originally wanted to roam the Southern Region as an ordinary person, but what I received was merciless suppression... Now, I'm done pretending. I'm laying my cards on the table! In truth, I..."

Whoosh!!

Before he could finish his sentence, a gust of wind suddenly arose out of nowhere, lifting him into the sky like a small pig being whisked away!