Chapter 0403: Is This All Your Strength?

Woodlow said, “Everything is possible, including exceptions.”
Wifley hesitated and asked, “So, does the clan leader mean that Huang Hai might not be a descendant of the Runing family?”
Woodlow didn’t respond immediately, looking deep in thought. After a while, he asked, “Do you know what the bloodline concentration was when Huang Hai entered the Runing estate?”
Wifley shook his head. “I don’t know. The bloodline concentration test when Huang Hai entered the estate must have been ordered to be kept secret by Kennedy and the others; no information has leaked out.”
“A secret order?” Woodlow mused. “That precisely shows the problem. Otherwise, Kennedy and the others wouldn’t have ordered it to be kept secret. Wifley, tell me, what bloodline concentration would require Kennedy and the others to issue such an order?”
Wifley looked at Woodlow and exclaimed in shock, “Could the clan leader think that Huang Hai might reach eighty?”
“Eighty?” Woodlow shook his head and then stopped discussing the matter, saying instead, “Huang Hai has only recently joined the Runing family. He passed the trials on the Trial Island and even came in first. Although the Runing family spread the rumor that it was because he possessed the supreme divine beast, the Wind-Fire Dragon Scale, is that really the reason? Also, before entering the Ancestral Dragon Pool, he had to undergo a hundred-year trial. With his strength at that time, it was utterly impossible for him to complete it, yet he did! What’s even more surprising is that the task assigned by the Runing family, the Sea of Wind and Thunder, was actually completed by Huang Hai!”
“All of this is too unexpected!”
Woodlow’s voice echoed throughout the hall.
Wifley also stood there in silence.
When he learned of these things, he was filled with confusion as well, though he couldn’t explain any of it.
“It seems a bit difficult for Saxton to come in first this time,” Kennedy said after a while.
“Clan leader, are you saying that Huang Hai’s strength poses a threat to Saxton? That’s unlikely. The move Saxton developed recently is so powerful that even the eighth-level descendants of the family’s Dark King can’t defend against it,” Wifley exclaimed in shock.
Kennedy shook his head. “Who knows?” Then he mused, “Keep investigating. I want to know what other secrets Huang Hai has that we’re unaware of.”
“Yes, clan leader!” Wifley replied before leaving the hall.
As Kennedy watched Wifley leave, he thought deeply, “Is Huang Hai just a Soul Master?”
Amidst the expectations of all the gods, the competition for first place at the separate platforms finally arrived.
On the summit of a high mountain, Marshall stood alone, with no god-tier powerhouses in his vicinity.

“It’s a shame that Huang Hai is from the Lu Ning family; otherwise, taking him as a disciple would be great,” Marshall murmured to himself, looking at the competition platform below with a sigh of regret.
From the first day of the competitions, when the Seven-Color Coiling Dragon appeared, he had noticed this member of the Lu Ning family. He watched every match involving Huang Hai with great attention, and the more he watched, the more surprised he became. Eventually, he even developed an interest in him and thought about taking him as a disciple.
“I wonder how that Huang Long compares to Huang Hai,” Marshall sighed. After nearly a thousand years of searching, Huang Long seemed to have disappeared into the netherworld. Now, he no longer felt as urgent to find Huang Long and his twenty-five subordinates, though he still cared about them. If he didn’t see Huang Long and those twenty-five, he would always feel somewhat dissatisfied.
Marshall spoke to himself, unaware that Huang Long on the competition platform and the gods watching around him knew nothing of this. Otherwise, it might cause some more turmoil.
In the competition area, Huang Long’s twenty men stood on their respective platforms. Across from Huang Long, Sid stood with a cold expression. Neither of them spoke. Not only on Huang Long’s sixth platform but throughout the entire competition area, the spatial airflow slowed down, and invisible forces began to swirl around everyone. Apart from Huang Long, the other gods possessed immense power. Time seemed to pass very slowly.
“The competition begins!” Suddenly, amid the tense anticipation of the descendants of the six major families and the godly warriors, Bishop’s voice rang out, echoing through the surrounding mountains.
As soon as Bishop’s voice faded, several deep shouts arose in the competition area. Then, figures shot up from each platform. Huang Long stood there, watching Sid fly toward him.
“Arrogant! Seeking death!” Sid rushed forward. Seeing Huang Long still standing calmly, he felt anger at being dismissed. Suddenly, he spread his arms, and his destructive divine power transformed into gray light, shooting in all directions at Huang Long.
At that moment, Huang Long moved. He leaped up and threw his fists forward. Under the force of his punches, ripples formed in space.
“Great Annihilation Fist!”
Sid felt as though the surrounding space had descended into eternal darkness. In shock, he stepped back and then stood still in midair. Huang Long didn’t take the opportunity to pursue him either, standing there with an indifferent expression.

“The Great Annihilation Fist?” Recalling Huang Long’s fierce strike just now, Sid was puzzled, then his expression turned cold. “Huang Hai, you’re quite strong. I originally didn’t want to use my divine clone, but it seems I have no choice but to do so. You should feel honored to be defeated by my divine clone.” As he spoke, Sid’s entire body began to emit dark flashes of light, which surged upward, forming a strange mist in the sky. And as this mist took shape, a person identical to Sid stepped out.

To everyone’s surprise, Sid’s divine clone was completely pitch black!

Although a divine clone’s divine power differs from that of the main body, its skin color should still be identical. Yet Sid’s divine clone had a different skin color from his main body!

Moreover, this divine clone not only radiated intense dark divine power but was also filled with death divine power.

“Does Sid’s divine clone possess two types of divine power?!”

The idea of two types of divine power coexisting within one body shocked the gods in the surrounding mountains, who began to discuss it in astonishment.

Generally speaking, it’s impossible for one body to cultivate two types of divine power, as they repel each other. If they coexist, the resulting repulsive force would explode the body.

“But is Sid’s divine clone a dark divine clone or a death divine clone?” Many godly warriors were puzzled as well.

It was indeed baffling.

Huang Long was also surprised upon seeing Sid’s divine clone.

“Is this why Donald warned me to be careful of his dark divine clone?” Huang Long thought to himself.

Sid’s dark divine clone possessed both dark and death divine powers, and its aura was indeed much stronger than that of his main body.

“Hehe, Huang Hai, today I’ll show you just how powerful an attack can be when dark and death divine powers are combined!” After summoning his dark divine clone, Sid looked at Huang Long with a cold smile and said proudly. Then, his dark divine clone took flight, continuously emitting dark and death divine powers.

The fusion of dark and death divine powers created a dark blue kind of divine power.

“The Devouring Wind!”

Suddenly, at Sid’s command, his dark divine clone launched an attack at Huang Long. The dark blue divine power formed a misty wind that instantly swept toward Huang Long.

Under the astonished gazes of the godly warriors, the air currents around—no, everything—was drawn into that dark blue wind and devoured by it.

The Devouring Wind? Huang Long smiled coldly, remaining motionless, as clusters of white light emerged from his body.

Sid watched as the Yellow Dragon intended to withstand his combined divine powers with such a method. Filled with anger, a killing intent flashed in his eyes.
The devouring wind finally swept in. When it covered the Yellow Dragon’s body, the wind did not move forward but instead wrapped around it, writhing like an ink-blue sea beast feasting on its prey.
“Chieftain, this?!” Donald exclaimed on the Platform of Forgetfulness.
Kennedy raised a hand. “Stay calm.”
“Sid’s dark divine avatar has mutated. Not long ago, it developed a technique for combining divine powers in attacks, originally planned for use in the top ten battles. Who would have thought it would be used now?” said an elder of the Gibran family.
Other elders of the Gibran family also spoke, mostly praising Sid’s son’s talent. Though they didn’t explicitly say Sid would defeat the Yellow Dragon, their expressions clearly conveyed that belief.
Hubert, the chieftain of the Terrence family, glanced at Kennedy but said nothing this time, though his face showed a look of schadenfreude.
However, as the gods discussed, they gradually noticed something unusual. The devouring wind continued to writhen there for a long time. Although the Yellow Dragon inside remained motionless, it was still apparent from the outside that it was unharmed, while Sid’s expression grew increasingly grim.
Suddenly, a dragon roar sounded, and then the devouring wind dispersed, revealing the Yellow Dragon’s form. After breaking through the devouring wind, the Yellow Dragon stepped forward toward Sid’s main body and dark divine avatar, one step at a time.
Watching the Yellow Dragon approach slowly, Sid’s face twisted with anger. His main body and dark divine avatar both flew at the Yellow Dragon in unison.
To everyone’s shock, the Yellow Dragon seemed unaware of the attacks from Sid’s main body and dark divine avatar and continued to walk steadily.
Boom!
Amidst everyone’s astonishment, Sid’s main body and dark divine avatar struck the Yellow Dragon’s body with their fists.
It actually hit!
But then, to Sid and the gods’ even greater shock and disbelief, the Yellow Dragon didn’t fly backward as expected but remained standing there.
“This… how is this possible?” Sid’s main body and divine avatar stared in disbelief as their fists met the Yellow Dragon’s chest, unable to move forward another inch.
The Yellow Dragon sneered inwardly. Over eight hundred years ago, in the Sea of Wind and Thunder, Rez from the Terrence family, at the peak of the Seventh Rank of the Underworld King, hadn’t even been able to break through the Yellow Dragon’s physical defenses with a top-tier divine artifact. Now, over eight hundred years later, this Sid thought he could break through his defenses with just his hands?

“Is this all your strength?” Huang Long looked at Sid with indifference, then his tone shifted to a cold tone as he said, “Well then, it’s my turn to attack!”