How Can There Be a Dao Child Who Doesn’t Know Lightning Techniques?

“A true king of slaughter does not depend on external forces, fears no enemy, and never leaves a path of retreat for himself,” Bai Shiquan’s voice rang out, echoing the core principles of the white tiger clan. Each word intensified his aura, magnifying his power and refining his murderous intent.

The two top-notch geniuses, masters of their respective killing techniques, clashed fiercely. Their duels were intense, making it dangerous for any nearby martial artists. Their skills far exceeded those of standard fighters from the visceral prefecture realm.

Meanwhile, Wu Cheng from the black tortoise clan was locked in combat with Ding Chuan, the principal disciple of the four academies.

“Overturn,” Wu Cheng muttered in a muffled voice, and then he slapped his hands on the ground.

Boom!

The earth rose like a great mountain, aiming to crush Ding Chuan. But with a single word, “Shock,” Ding Chuan stopped the mountainous attack, causing it to shatter and send boulders flying toward Wu Cheng.

Yet Wu wasn’t defeated. Earth currents merged, summoning a colossal beast from the soil, which loomed over the battlefield.

Unfazed, Ding Chuan merely whispered, “Wind,” lifting himself into the sky.

Elsewhere, leaders Xiang Mingfeng and She Wanshan were engaged in battle against Third Young Master Qiong and the Fourth Generation Fairy. While the fairy was a formidable opponent, she was better matched when paired with a prominent monk from the Buddhist Sect. Both were in high demand, courted by the three sects. They had entered the secret realm of Pingwang county, seeking spirit stones to enhance their powers.

Hua Yanli, Xu Tong, and others were on guard duty, ensuring the safe transport of the spirit stones and defending against potential ambushes from the six royal clans and the Sacred Heart Sect.

The secret realm’s opening had pulled in many from the major factions, and while the intensity of battles outside Pingwang county waned, they didn’t cease. The need for top-tier warriors to anchor their forces was evident.

Uncle Master Fei from the True Path Sect looked on, frustration evident on his face. “Where has that rascal Zhang Youji run off to now?”

The fierce contest among the top prodigies was neck-and-neck. However, the Sacred Heart Sect’s sly tactics, combined with the sheer number of their fighters, meant the three sects’ martial artists found themselves at a growing disadvantage as the tide of battle shifted.

“Give up and meet your end. You’re just delaying the inevitable,” the black tortoise clan elder taunted, every move he made following the ‘drag’ strategy. There wasn’t a hint of overreach in his technique.

Uncle Master Fei felt a surge of anxiety as he watched the elder’s calculated moves.

Suddenly, the elder’s demeanor shifted dramatically. His once-powerful aura diminished, and he grew pale. Seizing the moment, Uncle Master Fei unleashed a punch that struck the elder’s chest, causing blood to flow and ending the elder’s life.

As the elder’s body crumpled, Uncle Master Fei recognized the familiar face he had often cursed. “It’s you!”

Grinning, Zhang Youji asked, “Fatty Uncle, were you cursing me internally?”

Uncle Master Fei replied quickly, “Of course not!”

But before they could continue, Uncle Master Fei shouted, “Be careful!”

Bang!

Zhang Youji’s back was slashed. in the air. However, there was no trace of blood. Only a white paper talisman was cut into pieces.

In a swift retaliation, Zhang Youji took down the attacker. However, his energy began to wane, his form becoming faint.

On the battlefield, a new force emerged, reminiscent of a phantom assassin. While Uncle Master Fei felt a pang of nostalgia for Zhang Youji’s past behavior, he acknowledged that his approach was efficient and helped to relieve their forces.

Meanwhile, the battle grew more intense, and soon, the royal clans noticed the presence of assassins among them. Many eyes shifted focus, seeking out the hidden threat.

The white tiger clan’s grand elder surveyed the battlefield from his position as the military governor. One of the strongest fighters among the six royal clans, he was renowned as a nearly-ascended king, an expert who had lived for thousands of years.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a flash of red crossed his eyes, making the hairs on his body stand on end. He immediately armored himself with his killing intent.

Bang!

As it shattered, he spun around, delivering a fierce punch that sent a shockwave across the battlefield, flinging more than a dozen soldiers away.

“I’ve got you now!” The grand elder of the White Tiger Race focused intently on the youthful face before him.

Suddenly, five figures materialized around Zhang Youji. These were the elite warriors dispatched by the six royal clans specifically to handle Zhang Youji, even postponing their frontal assault to do so.

“I was prepared, but I never imagined someone would be audacious enough to venture deep into the hinterland of our six royal clans to target me,” the white tiger elder mused with a hint of a smile, recognizing Zhang Youji. “You’re the Dao Child of the True Path Sect, aren’t you? Quite the reputation you’ve built.”

Zhang Youji was renowned throughout Great You, even overshadowing notable names like the Flower Demon Monk and Ding Chuan, the chief of the four courtyards.action

Interestingly, despite his status, he had never publicly used a lightning technique, opting for surprise attacks that earned him the peculiar nickname – Daoist Ye. Such tactics were usually associated with lesser warriors or those unaffiliated with any major sect.

In this era, most of the respected fighters showcased their prowess through martial arts, seeking to validate their Dao and ascend as kings.

Spotting the ambush, Zhang Youji said with a serious tone, “Seems we’ve walked into a trap.”

The white tiger elder bellowed, “No escape!” Another shadowy figure of Zhang Youji was unveiled from the shadows.

The elder confidently declared, “Once my white tiger clan’s killing intent is locked onto you, no stealth technique can save you. Surrender now!” As he issued the command, the five surrounding elders lunged at Zhang Youji.

But Zhang Youji, unperturbed, said, “These white tiger techniques have so many twists. Truly, today isn’t my day.”

Still, the tranquility on Zhang Youji’s face puzzled the white tiger elder. What else did he have up his sleeve?

Suddenly, the bright glow of electric arcs danced in their eyes. Azure bolts, radiating immense power, briefly illuminated Zhang Youji’s face. For a split second, he seemed to vanish, only to reappear as an elder next to him stood motionless, lifeless, a gaping hole in his chest.

The sudden twist left the white tiger elder astounded. “How did you master lightning techniques?!”

“I’m the Dao Child. Why wouldn’t I know them?” Zhang Youji answered, his voice dripping with casualness. “I just didn’t need them until now.”