CHAPTER 82: CHAPTER 62: RED GOLD CELESTIAL DRAGON!

Zhao Yi was once held by Prince Zhi when he was young.

Besides the old emperor, Prince Zhi had the greatest talent among the princes.

Prince Zhi’s talent was not only in cultivation; he also possessed exceptional learning ability.

Astronomy, geography, medicine, astrology.

Prince Zhi mastered all these obscure disciplines with unmatched proficiency.

Even someone as astonishingly talented as Miaoyin admitted being a step behind Prince Zhi.

However, success and failure both arose from the same source.

Prince Zhi was too intelligent, acquiring knowledge that was far too eclectic.

By the time others realized something was wrong with him, he had already begun to go mad.

Looking at Prince Zhi up in the sky, a blank expression on his face, Zhao Yi felt a deep sense of desolation.

The most learned prodigy in the history of the Great Xia Dynasty had gone insane to the point of not recognizing himself.

How tragic!

Zhao Yi sighed and looked towards the distant valley.

Due to the Dragon God Technique, the Zhao bloodline had a special resonance.

This resonance could shield the Zhao descendants from the insanity affecting their kin.

It was precisely this unique resonance that allowed the Zhao family to be invincible on the battlefield.

Facing madmen, enemies were crushed into submission, while allies remained unaffected.

Moreover, the more frenzied the madmen became, the stronger their prowess!

The Zhao family found it nearly impossible to lose under such conditions.

Just like now.

Though Zuo Xiaoluo and Miaoyin had cultivation far superior to Zhao Yi.

Yet, they were overwhelmed by Prince Zhi and had their senses sealed.

While Zhao Yi acted as if nothing was amiss, casually watching the distant mountains where people leapt like dumplings.

Indeed.

In the remote valley, the remnants of the Heaven-Facing Sect began leaping off cliffs like dumplings again.

But unlike their previous attacks on the camp,

The eyes of the sect remnants jumping off the cliff were devoid of prior hatred and bloodlust.

They looked dazed, like puppets without consciousness, murmuring incoherently.

"Who am I?"

"Who are you?"

"Who is you? Who is me?"

Then, standing atop the hundred-foot cliff, without activating their Protective True Qi, they leaped off with a splash!

Zhao Yi observed from afar, over ninety percent of the Heaven-Facing Sect remnants never got back up after falling.

The remaining strongest ten percent with the best constitution,

Despite fracturing most of their bodies upon landing, still struggled, crawling on the ground.

Like pilgrims, they twistedly crawled towards Prince Zhi.

Bleeding while murmuring:

"Who am I?"

"Who are you?"

"Who is you? Who is me?"

Hiss!

Witnessing this, Zhao Yi gasped in astonishment.

It was his first time seeing how the mad Zhao royal family fought.

Unexpectedly, these madmen wielded terrifying power.

Prince Zhi hadn’t even made a move yet.

He had simply hummed a few notes, wiping out the sect remnants.

If Prince Zhi went all out,

Who in this world could withstand him?

Zhao Yi finally understood.

No wonder the Great Xia Dynasty suppressed the cultivation realm for a thousand years without anyone daring to rebel.

If Zhao Yi were the Sect Leader of a cultivation realm sect, witnessing such an evil, terrifying spectacle, he would certainly take his followers and flee as far as possible!

Outside the camp.

The old man leaning on a cane was bleeding from all his orifices, his hand shaking uncontrollably and appearing precarious.

He had heard Miaoyin’s words too.

The Heaven-Facing Sect was the world’s most experienced sect in battling the Zhao family.

The remnants of the Heaven-Facing Sect researched the Zhao family for over a thousand years.

The old man, upon seeing the phenomena exhibited by Prince Zhi, reacted even faster than Miaoyin.

Before Miaoyin finished speaking, he had already sealed all his senses.

However, doing so caused him to lose all perception of the outside world.

At this moment, although the old man was a Tier Nine Saint King Realm powerhouse, even someone like Zhao Yi, with no cultivation, could easily injure him!

Prince Zhi did not actively attack anyone.

No one knew what he was thinking.

He just stood by himself, looking in the mirror, questioning his own existence.

The old man was also questioning his own existence!

As Prince Zhi approached, the pressure he felt intensified.

Skin cracking, bleeding from all orifices.

The shadow of death gradually enveloped his heart.

"Ah! Oh!"

Realizing the escalating severity of his injuries, knowing that further delay meant certain death.

He no longer hesitated, abruptly opened his eyes.

Prince Zhi’s little donkey had already come up to him.

Upon opening his eyes, his view was filled with a long donkey face!

Prince Zhi seemed oblivious, stared into the mirror at himself, and spoke self-absorbedly:

"Who am I? Who are you?"

The old man shouted fiercely, "You are my son, I am your father!"

With that, he raised his cane, harshly striking towards Prince Zhi’s forehead.

Feeling something, Prince Zhi lifted his head.

He gazed at the old man, his blurred brown-yellow pupils gradually focused.

The next second, he turned his head away.

The old man’s chest collapsed, screaming as he flew backward, slamming heavily against the distant mountain!

"Ah-oh! Ah-oh...."

The donkey withdrew its front hooves, let out a horrid bray.

Then, it glanced around, carried Prince Zhi, and with its head held high, trotted "clip-clop-clop" along the path.

Dead silence enveloped the land, only Zhao Yi in motion.

Gazing at the donkey, Zhao Yi was deeply dissatisfied.

This donkey was originally his!

When Zhao Yi was young, he was passionate about exploring Secret Realms.

Due to the Heaven-Reaching Treasure Eye, he always found treasures others couldn’t.

This donkey was one of Zhao Yi’s significant discoveries.