In the battle between Wu Yu and Prince Yao, the tables had turned multiple times, exceeding everyone's expectations. It was a textbook fight of immortal dao, until final victory and defeat were clear. Wu Yu had crushed Prince Yao, and held his life at the mercy of the Dark North Royal Obelisk! Everyone was still astounded, and unable to react.

Wu Yu, white hair flying and the metallic mystical dragon that was the Dark North Royal Obelisk locking Prince Yao down in a freezing bind. Prince Yao, covered in icy spirit designs, face pale, and life at Wu Yu's mercy. The spectators looked around at each other. Beside exclamations, none could find words.

Here in the Yan Huang Ancient Country, most had already heard of Wu Yu's reputation, and knew that he was half a Yan Huang Tribe member. Especially now that he had shown such power, he clearly had the ability to match his bloodline. And therefore, they did not ostracize Wu Yu like the Dark North Tribe had.

As Wu Yu had shown his ability to defeat Prince Yao, he earned their respect and admiration. Not everyone coveted his legacy, especially...