Chapter 1046 - 348: Chaos True Skill (Part 2)

"And you, walked the wrong path, abandoning the Human Race’s way, foolishly attempting to cultivate yourselves into ancient wild beasts, haha..."

"Your Ancient Martial Families are not cultivating the Martial Dao, but a weakened version of Witch Tao."

"The true Martial Dao lies in the Martial Alliance!"

With a calm expression and eyes as deep as an abyss, Xia Ping looked down at the pale-faced Wu Jin and said indifferently.

This was his true inner thought, not spoken to anger Wu Jin.

In Xia Ping’s view.

Martial Artists cultivate the true path of the Human Race, which is the Human Race’s Martial Dao, and what they gather is also the true martial will of the Human Race.

The three Ancient Martial Families, though they claim to cultivate the Martial Dao and call themselves the orthodox Martial Dao, Ancient Martial Families.

However, the Martial Dao they cultivate is not the orthodox Martial Dao.

Or rather, the Martial Dao they cultivate is the road opened by Witch Race experts in ancient times, a failed path.

This is a weakened version of Witch Tao.

A pseudo Witch Tao.

The true Martial Dao lies in the Martial Alliance.

What the Ancient Martial Families cultivate is, to be precise, Bloodline Martial Tao, which can also be called pseudo Witch Tao.

Martial Artists cultivate the Human Race’s own bloodline.

The pursuit is to enter Tao through martial arts, integrating Martial Dao into their very bones.

Thus causing the Human Race’s bloodline to evolve, leading to a transformation in life, allowing for a level leap in life.

Yet the Martial Dao of the Ancient Martial Families abandons the Human Race’s own bloodline and pursues the purity of wild beast bloodline.

They cultivate the bloodline of ancient wild beasts.

Their pursuit is also the evolution of life levels, but their evolution aim is to evolve into a pseudo wild beast!

This is a clumsy imitation of Witch Tao.

Witch Tao walks the path of the Chaos Divine Demon Fiend, cultivating a human body into a powerful being comparable to the Chaos Divine Demon Fiend.

Whereas the Ancient Martial Families walk the path of the ancient wild beasts.

The path of Bloodline Martial Tao in Ancient Martial Families was initially established to solve the problem of being unable to cultivate Witch Tao.

But the Witch Race strong ones failed.

In the end, this method, through countless failed experiments and thousands of years of evolution and refinement.

Formed into what today is called ’Bloodline Martial Tao’ by the Ancient Martial Families.

"Hmm, clashes of martial will are nothing but side paths, true strength is fundamental!"

Wu Jin’s expression darkened, sneering lightly.

But Lin Xian could see that Wu Jin’s heart was not as calm as his face showed.

"Then let me end your hope completely."

"This is the Life and Death Battle contract, sign the contract and let’s set a time for a life-and-death duel, how about it?"

Xia Ping opened his right hand, revealing a piece of paper radiating mysterious power, speaking flatly.

"I’m not afraid of you!"

"Since you are eager to die, I shall fulfill that wish!"

A trace of killing intent flashed in Wu Jin’s eyes, he said coldly.

With a wave of his right hand, the piece of paper in Xia Ping’s hand floated up and was about to land in his hand.

However.

Midway the paper was interfered by a powerful force and suddenly shot outside the hall.

"Haha!"

"Guests are meant to be treated with hospitality, why resort to violence."

"The Martial Alliance is a place for Martial Artists to spar and discuss Tao, but it does not allow life-and-death battles."

"Friends, please come to the Tao Discussion Tower where we can sit and discuss, exploring the path of Martial Dao together."

A hearty voice was heard, echoing throughout the hall.

The voice contained a powerful and mysterious energy.

This energy, like a strong hand brushing over, erased the ripples of martial will clash that just happened.

As if nothing had happened just moments before.

’Qin Hu!’

’This guy is supposed to have faced problems in cultivation, but now seems stronger!’

Wu Jin squinted his eyes, a hint of suspicion creeping up in his heart.

Qin Hu’s voice seemed full of mysterious magic power.

At the moment he heard the voice, the energy in Wu Jin’s body began to circulate involuntarily.

The unstable atmosphere from the earlier fight was instantly soothed.

"Fine!"

"Since the Alliance Leader insists, I shall give him this courtesy." Wu Jin flicked his sleeves, speaking coldly.

It appeared as if he spared Xia Ping, considering the Alliance Leader Qin Hu’s position.

Xia Ping showed a mocking smile, but did not speak.

Since the Alliance Leader had intervened, he couldn’t further escalate the conflict with Wu Jin.

Xia Ping signaled Lin Xian to escort Wu Jin to the Tao Discussion Tower.

"Master, this way, please."

Though Lin Xian disliked this old traitor, he stood up, walked up to Wu Jin, and gestured invitingly.

After the two left.

Xia Ping’s face suddenly flushed red, the powerful aura on him rapidly diminished.

The earlier clash of martial will was not as effortlessly handled as he had appeared.

Though he looked down on the Ancient Martial Families’ path of cultivating into wild beasts.

One has to admit, these bloodline Martial Artists indeed possess their merits.

Even.

The three Ancient Martial Families can continuously and seamlessly produce experts comparable to Divinity Transformation.

All thanks to their unique path of Bloodline Martial Tao.

"Hu..."

Xia Ping took a few breaths, calming his inner aura, his face gradually returning to normal.

"I’ve heard the Wu Family’s next Patriarch candidate, Wu Yiyi, died. This old traitor’s reaction implies Wu Yiyi’s death may be related to that boy Xiao Yu?"

"Haha, well done, truly deserving of my admiration for that young fellow."

"It’s a pity, even a genius like Xiao Yu failed to unravel the secrets within the Divine Treasure."

"I wonder if in my lifetime, I’ll witness a Martial Artist who comprehends the mysteries of the Divine Treasure."

Xia Ping murmured softly, a hint of melancholy flashing in his eyes.