Cultivating was going against the natural order, fighting adversity. As long as one had a staunch belief, he would be able to walk his own path. That did not apply to beast thought. There could be only one beast king. When two brutal beasts met, they had to fight for a winner.
The winner was king, and the loser was banished.
The five great sacred beasts had ruled the lands together, not because of their friendly ties or rank. It was because each excelled in something that was seen with pride and made them feel like kings. Thus no one could compare with another.
However, if two beasts fought for hegemony, the loser would never be able to raise their head, forever in the otherâs shadow. This was savagery, and the winner was king.
Humanity had followed this principle as well, but humans had some sayings, change was constant, and revenge was a dish best served cold.
That was why, to the average onlooker, the fight between him and Ye Lin didnât have much significance. The loser would live as well and could win the next time a few years later. As long as one had a steel heart, he would get back on his feet.
This, however, did not apply to them. They were sacred beast inheritors. The nature of beasts flowed through them.
Their fight was actually a representation of Decimating Dragon Ancestor versus Soaring Qilin. If one side lost, it would never again be able to reach the other. This was the way of the beast.
But they were humans as well. Though not quite crucial, the beast way more or less affected their beliefs.
That was what the fated battle meant. The winner would have his horizon broadened by standing on the otherâs shoulders and would be much closer to Dao. The loser would be like a beast, being left with a shadow in his heart, shaking at the mere sight of the other, and would find his path incredibly hard to tread.
Zhuo Fan never thought much of it till now, only his heart pounding and telling him that he should fight. Now though, after hearing Ye Lin, he understood.
In this battle, they were betting their future. This only made it even more crucial he should not lose!
He wasnât fighting for Soaring Qilinâs honor, only for his path, for no one to stand in his wayâŚ
Zhuo Fanâs previous desolate heart was now rekindled with a burning fire. Seeing Ye Lin coming, his eyes squinted, and he swept the Qilin leg as he roared. âIf you think youâre just going to stand on my shoulders, you have another thing coming! This fight will be my win!â
âHumph, You didnât receive Soaring Qilinâs inheritance, did you? Why else would you be using a sacred beastâs ability in such a crude way? Youâll never get to beat me by using such half-assed methods!â
Squinting, Ye Lin saw through him and faced the incoming Qilin leg, âGolden Dragon Tail, Spatial Rend!â
Roar!
With the roar echoing across the skies, Ye Lin swept his leg, and the image of a golden dragon tail took shape as it whipped at the incoming leg.
The golden flames appeared on it again and came down on the Qilin leg like a sickle.
Bam!
The heavy collision revealed the unexpected to the crowd. The unbeatable Qilin leg was flung aside by the tail swipe.
A dark gash was left on the red leg, and fresh blood seeped out.
Whoosh!
With one last red flash, Zhuo Fanâs right hand was back to normal. In this clash, he was truly outmatched. Ye Linâs swipe had pushed him back.
This had never happened before in Zhuo Fanâs life!
The sacred beast Qilin leg had lost in strength. It was the only reason why it would revert to its original form.
Startled, Zhuo Fan was flung backward and found it hard to believe what he saw.
[Ye Lin is truly strong!]
[Heâs just the Decimating Dragon Ancestorâs inheritor, so how can his strengthâŚ]
[Is this the difference between a true inheritance and a meshed-up one?]
Frowning, Zhuo Fanâs face was heavy. Then he recalled the matter of Danqing Shen. Looking around, he found he was flying right for Demon Scheming Sectâs disciples. This was a good chance.
So he flicked his hand and let the Thunder Ring fly off his ring, looking as if Ye Linâs strike shook it off.
The tiny ring glittered brightly as it fell behind the Demon Scheming Sectâs disciples, where the monitoring arrays were blind.
The instant the ring touched the ground, a flash of light came out of it that was hidden by the disciples. Without the monitoring arrays, no one was the wiser when something came out.
Even the Exalted Double Dragons were entirely focused on Zhuo Fan and not on the ring.
âHeavens, it even shook his ring off. Brother Zhuo has lost this melee!â Wen Tao sighed and shook his head.
Xie Tianshang felt somewhat disappointed. âNext will be a battle of souls.â
âSoul Battle?â
Wen Tao sighed and said, âZhuo Fan is a freak, but Ye Lin is freakier. Zhuo Fan is only in the Radiant Stage, while Ye Lin is in the Ethereal Stage. Does he have any chance at all?â
Xie Tianshang was startled for a long time.
Wen Taoâs eyes flashed, and he sighed, âEver since the fight started, brother Zhuo rested his hopes on winning in melee. If he lost in close combat, that means itâs only a matter of time before it ended.â
Xie Tianshang shook, looking at Zhuo Fan as he sighed.
It wasnât just Sword God Sect; Hellion Flame and Demon Soul Sect were reaching the same conclusion.
Chu Qingcheng couldnât sit still and stood up, staring intently at Zhuo Fan. Her eyes scrunched up in worry, âWhen he showed that look, was it because he put all his confidence in melee? But when he discovered that the other has a much stronger body, he no longer had any hope of winningâŚâ
Chu Qingchengâs eyes were filled with tears. âHe went all out knowing he had to do it, even knowing it didnât work?â
âSister Qingcheng, doesnât he have the strongest soul, heaven dragon soul? He might still win!â Danâer tried cheering her up.
Chu Qingcheng shook her head, âIf he could win with his soul, he wouldâve done it from the start. Why drag it out? He must know the otherâs soul is far better than his, so he went for a close-quarter battle. ButâŚâ
âBut he got completely crushed, he-he-heâŚâ Xuan Shaoyu spoke with incredible joy.
The girls glared at him, and Chu Qingcheng ignored him. She only had eyes for Zhuo Fan, âYou, who never faltered once, what are you going to do nowâŚâ
Chu Qingcheng was asking him and herself, trying to think of a way to help Zhuo Fan. That deep emotion only made Xuan Shaoyuâs hatred burn hotter.
The Exalted Double Dragons stared intently at the fight, then shook their heads.
âIt seems Zhuo Fan must know something about Ye Linâs soul that we donât. Thatâs why he didnât go for a soul battle. Otherwise, just when he lost in melee, switching for a soul attack wouldâve caught the adversary off-guard.â Exalted Hei Ran spoke.
Exalted Bai Mei nodded. âNow that melee is a dead end, and heâs not going for a soul battle, the outcome is clear. Thereâs no point in fighting now. Zhuo Fan has lost.â
âAll thatâs left is for him to admit it or fight to his last drop of energy.â Exalted Hei Ranâs eyes glinted.
[Though I hope heâll fight till the very endâŚ]
In the corner of the valley, Danqing Shen slipped out of the ring and did not rush for the sacred weapon. He closely observed the fight, feeling his chin with his rough hand, âBoy, the melee was but a test. Have you found all you need for the soul battle? I want to see if your meshed-up dragon soul can turn it around. I hope you wonât let me downâŚâ
Whoosh!
Stopping himself from flying backward, he also spat blood. After wiping his mouth, his eyes took on a hard gaze.
âZhuo Fan, your greatest asset, strength, has been trumped. Qilinâs disciple had just lost to the Decimating Dragon Ancestorâs disciple. Admit your defeat! Iâll take you under my wing as my right-hand. With me, your path wonât be so affected. We will both make our way to the Sacred Domain!â
Ye Lin flashed in front of him with a smile, âAfter all, on this wide green earth, thereâs only us who are half-human, half-beast.â
Zhuo Fan snickered. âThe winner lords over the loser. For the loser to swear allegiance to the winner is the best path. So that the loser can attain Dao by following the winner. Otherwise, his path would be cut from the pain in his heart!â
âItâs good you realize it. Who had it, so we become sacred beast inheritors? To gain their power and inherit their path? So admit defeat. Itâs for your own good.â
âHa-ha-ha, sorry, Iâve gotten used to always calling the shots. Being the little guy doesnât suit me!â
Zhuo Fan sneered, his eyes flashed, and he roared, âYou won in close quarters, but Iâll win in soul. The final victory will be mine!â