Chapter 571 - 302: Number One Under Heaven

Zhao Rui’s return sent the entire Blue Star into an uproar. The sight of the colossal dragon that blotted out the sky was an exhilarating spectacle for every Martial Artist.

To reach such an astonishing level in the Martial Dao was the very pinnacle of the art.

Zhao Rui leaped from the dragon’s back, hovering in mid-air. The great beast gradually vanished, transforming into a longsword that settled into the scabbard on his back.

At that moment, he commanded all the attention. The eyes of everyone on Blue Star were locked onto his billowing robes and his lean, resolute face.

Zhao Rui smiled at the Mo father and son, then his brow furrowed as he turned his gaze to the white-haired man beside them.

The white-haired man’s expression darkened. With a cold snort, he said, "I am the Lord of Great Zhou. What guidance might Zhao Zhenren have for me?"

"I’ve long heard of your renown! Since we have this rare opportunity to meet, why don’t we have a little spar?"

A faint smile touched Zhao Rui’s lips. With a simple gesture, a bolt of lightning suddenly descended from the heavens, striking down at the white-haired man.

The white-haired man was stunned. Strange patterns materialized around his body, coalescing into a colossal beast that forcibly withstood the lightning bolt, which was as thick as a water bucket.

"Not bad. Again!"

Zhao Rui’s figure flickered, and dozens of copies of him appeared simultaneously, attacking the white-haired man from all directions.

The white-haired man drew a claw-like weapon from his belt, his figure weaving between the dozens of Zhao Ruis with lightning speed as he fought back.

Though he seemed somewhat overwhelmed, he was more than capable of handling the assault. His strength was truly terrifying.

"Father, this is..."

"Don’t worry. Zhao Zhenren’s current cultivation is already beyond our comprehension. To him, this exchange is nothing more than a game!"

"What?"

Mo Longteng hadn’t expected his father to hold Zhao Rui in such high regard. It had only been a few short years. ’Could he really have reached that level already?’

The white-haired man was none other than Ji Yong’an, the Lord of Great Zhou. He was the top expert who had once dominated Blue Star, the one who had driven Chi Hu and other Exotic Beasts from the planet.

He was once the number one expert on Blue Star.

And now, as this formidable expert fought Zhao Rui, Mo Wuji was actually saying that Zhao Rui was just playing.

’How could that be possible?’

Before Mo Longteng could even process his confusion, the number of Zhao Ruis on the field suddenly exploded, from dozens to over a hundred, then to several hundred.

An area several miles wide was completely filled with figures of Zhao Rui.

The sheer, dense sea of bodies made Mo Longteng’s heart pound.

"How is this possible?"

Zhao Rui heard Mo Longteng’s exclamation and sent a telepathic message with a laugh: ’Wherever I am, all is my body. All that I know is my will. With a single thought, a myriad of techniques is born. This is a Divine Domain!’

The voice boomed like thunder in Mo Longteng’s mind. He felt as if a string in his consciousness had snapped, and suddenly, all his thoughts became crystal clear.

"A Divine Domain? A Domain!"

Mo Longteng muttered to himself, his gaze fixed on the figures of Zhao Rui on the field.

He was momentarily stunned.

"How can every one of your duplicates be a real body? That’s impossible!"

Ji Yong’an was aghast. He had witnessed the Martial Arts of the Demon Sect in the Song Realm and knew of an ultimate Cultivation Technique, the Shift Form and Position, which allowed one person to split into six figures.

But in his eyes, that kind of Martial Arts was more for show than anything else—ultimately meaningless.

Now, however, Zhao Rui’s duplication technique seemed to follow the same principle as the Demon Sect’s art, but with a critical difference: every one of his duplicates could move and act with perfect freedom, as if it were his true self.

It made it impossible for him to tell which one was the real Zhao Rui.

"In truth, every one of them is me, and none of them is me!"

"You’re quite impressive. My past self might not have been your match."

As Zhao Rui spoke, he suddenly appeared behind Ji Yong’an, his hand already resting on the man’s shoulder.

Ji Yong’an went rigid, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He hadn’t sensed Zhao Rui’s movement at all.

"I’ve lost."