BTTH: The Legend Of Xiu Emperor

(Hun Tian Di will be change to Hun Tiandi.)

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Hun Xiu in the giant pit. Despite his miserable state, no one felt any dislike toward him.

At this moment, everyone was indescribably shocked, and one sentence echoed in their hearts: "Hun Xiu, you are amazing."

This was a high-level earth-level fighting skill, terrifying in its power. A single strike from this technique could grant a Dou Wang strongman the ability to kill a Dou Huang expert or even contend with those at a higher level.

Even if an ordinary Dou Huang warrior gave it their all, they might not survive the devastation of the Extreme Wind Finger.

But Hun Xiu, without any resistance, simply stood there and endured this horrifying blow. Relying only on his flesh and blood, he withstood the devastating attack.

Such a display left everyone in awe and fear. Apart from the word "amazing," they couldn't find another to describe Hun Xiu or the overwhelming terror they felt in their hearts.

The younger generation of the Soul Clan on the martial arts stage stared at Hun Xiu in the pit below. One of them finally regained their senses and exclaimed, "A monster!"

As this exclamation broke the silence, others began to snap out of their daze.

Everyone's gaze locked on Hun Xiu in the giant pit, their expressions filled with disbelief, as though they were looking at a creature beyond comprehension.

Hun Xiu had withstood a high-level earth-level fighting skill with just his physical body. None of them could claim such strength.

Many were confident they could defeat Hun Dou Luo, but to stand there passively, relying solely on their physical strength to endure such a blow? That was unthinkable.

What they could not achieve, Hun Xiu had done. The realization left them thoroughly stunned.

"His physical strength is so incredible; just how strong must he truly be?" Hun Feng muttered to himself, his gaze fixed on Hun Xiu in the pit.

He had initially believed Hun Xiu's suicidal behavior would lead to his death under the Extreme Wind Finger.

After all, Hun Xiu had clearly given up resisting. Death had seemed inevitable.

But Hun Xiu endured the attack, relying solely on the strength of his body. This realization was both shocking and terrifying.

Hun Feng, though proud, couldn't help but admit that he wasn't on Hun Xiu's level.

At the same time, a ruthless thought formed in his mind. What would happen if someone as outstanding as Hun Xiu didn't die?

Hun Feng realized that not only he, but the entire younger generation of the Soul Clan, would be overshadowed by Hun Xiu's brilliance.

Hun Xiu's talent was blinding. His existence made the other geniuses appear dull in comparison.

Even if they were excellent in their own right, Hun Xiu's achievements eclipsed them. They were at risk of becoming mere stepping stones for his rise to power.

These thoughts didn't plague Hun Feng alone; many young members of the Soul Clan on the martial arts stage shared his concerns.

Hun Xiu's unparalleled talent left them with a bitter question: Do we still have a chance to surpass him?

Hun Dou Luo, Hun Xiu's opponent, sighed in relief when she saw he was still alive.

"Thank goodness… If you had died, my life would have been over as well."

But a darker thought crept into her mind: "Is this man even human? He's such a monster. How are we, the younger generation, supposed to live under his shadow?"

Hun Dou Luo looked at the giant pit where Hun Xiu stood. She needed to know: after withstanding the Extreme Wind Finger with his physical body, could he still fight?

She wasn't the only one who wanted to know. Everyone present was desperate to see what would happen next.

Finally, the onlookers came to their senses. A deafening uproar erupted, voices filled with shock and awe.

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Hun Xiu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his thoughts grim.

"So, this is the power of a high-level earth-level fighting skill from a Dou Wang strongman? It's truly terrifying."

He had wanted to test the power of such a skill but had nearly lost his life in the process.

Though his physical body was strong, he owed his survival to his system. The system had absorbed most of the power from the Extreme Wind Finger.

Without the system, he would have been reduced to ashes, his existence wiped from the world.

Reflecting on his recklessness, Hun Xiu couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine. "I was far too confident."

Even though the system had mitigated the damage, the residual power still left him gravely injured. He had courted death and barely survived.

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Hun Xiu's red wings unfurled behind him, and with a burst of speed, he flew out of the pit. He hovered in the air, facing Hun Dou Luo.

"Hun Dou Luo," he said calmly, "this was your second move. You still have one more. Let's continue."

Hun Dou Luo, however, wasn't paying attention to his words. She stood in a daze, her eyes locked on the red wings behind him.

Her pretty face reflected disbelief and shock.

The younger generation of the Soul Clan also stared at Hun Xiu's wings, their expressions blank.

The once-noisy crowd fell silent, as if time itself had stopped.

A Dou Huang?

Hun Dou Luo finally found her voice. Swallowing hard, she stared at Hun Xiu and asked in disbelief, "Dou Qi forming wings… Are you really a Dou Huang strongman?"

Her voice was soft, but it shattered the frozen silence.

Time resumed, and the uproar rose once more, echoing between heaven and earth.