Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 1154 Bloodline Submission, Ten Thousand Heroes Awaken

Half of the blade fell to the ground and embedded itself in the stone slab.

The force of the falling half of the blade directly crushed the ground within a radius of several feet!

Stones flew everywhere, dust billowed, and a crater several feet deep appeared on the ground!

That was merely the residual force of the broken blade!

The drill ground was so quiet it felt like a tomb.

No one speaks.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the figure standing in the center of the training ground.

He wore a dark black martial robe, with the Autumn Cold Blade hanging at his waist, and did not move an inch.

His two fingers were still in the position of holding the knife.

Then, he withdrew his hand.

He flicked his fingertips lightly, as if flicking away a speck of dust.

The spatial rifts above the training ground only began to heal slowly after he stopped.

In the sky, those black cracks resembled slowly closing scars.

Each one takes several breaths to completely disappear.

The deep hum that emanated as the space healed was like a resounding bell, echoing throughout the entire city of Zhaohua.

The leader of the Golden Feather Palace, with a cultivation level of half a step Venerable, possesses the bloodline of the ancient Golden-Winged Roc.

A single, all-out strike drew upon the power of heaven and earth, tearing open space itself—

It was pinched between two fingers by the other party.

They didn't even touch the hem of the other person's clothes.

The knife broke, the tiger's mouth snapped, and the power of heaven and earth was crushed.

The other party didn't even move a step from beginning to end.

Lieyang Hong stood in the crowd, arms crossed, but his hands were trembling involuntarily.

Caught so easily

He can't.

No one in the entire Qing Song Realm could do that.

An old chieftain of an ancient tribe said in a trembling voice, "That strike even tore space apart. It can crush the power of heaven and earth with two fingers. This is already within the realm of a Venerable One..."

No one refuted.

Because nobody knows how to refute it.

Zhang Yuan did not look at Jin Yanshan again.

He slowly raised the Zhenyue Token in his hand.

"I've finished looking at the knife."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire training ground.

"Now, let me show you the token."

His finger gently pressed along the pattern on the token.

There was no warning, no buildup, no alert.

The instant his fingertip pressed down on that line—

The world changed color!

The clear sky above Zhaohua City suddenly darkened.

It's not the kind of darkness where dark clouds obscure the sun.

It was a darkness as if someone had turned off all the lights in the entire sky.

The sunlight was still there, but the light seemed to have been swallowed up by something, turning dim and yellowish.

Then, a light shone from the center of the token.

The light didn't shoot upwards, but rather pressed downwards.

It was as if an invisible mountain made of light was crashing down from the highest point of the sky!

Everyone felt it at the same moment.

That force did not come from external pressure.

That power was awakened from the depths of their blood.

The first to kneel down was a young hunter.

He didn't even know why he was kneeling.

His legs bent uncontrollably, and his knees slammed heavily onto the ground.

Tears welled up in his eyes, but he didn't know why he was crying.

He felt an irresistible urge welling up from the depths of his blood.

It's like a wanderer who has been away from home for countless years finally hearing the call of their hometown.

Then there was a veteran.

That veteran had never bent his knees on the battlefield. His knees were injured, and a piece of metal was still embedded in the bone, causing him excruciating pain every time he knelt down.

But at that moment, he slammed his knee, which was the only one he could kneel on, onto the ground, and his other leg bent down as well.

He lowered his head, trembling all over, not from fear, but from that resonance deep in his blood.

He sensed it.

Those memories buried in the bones and blood of his ancestors, those battle songs passed down through generations but never understood, that story passed down orally in the family but never truly believed by anyone—

It's all true.

Tianyuan City is real.

Yuezi Camp is real.

The bloody battles fought millions of years ago are real.

The soldiers and officers of Jinyu Prefecture knelt in the most orderly fashion.

Their bloodline carries the legacy of the ancient Golden-Winged Roc, a mark from antiquity that they are more sensitive to than ordinary humans.

The moment the soldiers of the Golden Feather Mansion knelt down, the Great Roc bloodline within them surged wildly.

It's not resistance, but a response.

In ancient times, the Golden-Winged Roc was once under the command of the commander of Tianyuan City.

Those are memories etched deep in our blood, and they will never be erased.

One by one, the heavy infantrymen of Burning Sky Fortress knelt down.

The fiery bloodline within them seemed to be ignited at that moment.

But the flames did not burn them; instead, they flowed through their veins.

It was as if a message spanning countless years was being conveyed: the messenger had arrived.

Arrived.

finally reached.

The wave of kneeling continued to spread across the schoolyard.

Starting from those closest to Zhang Yuan, the circle spreads outwards in concentric circles.

No one ordered them to kneel, no one forced them to kneel.

Those commanders who never bowed their heads on the battlefield, those old hunters who had spent most of their lives fighting monsters in the wastelands, those ancient tribes with their innate bloodlines—

They all knelt down.

It wasn't because they were coerced.

It is the bloodline that is responding.

It was the blood that had flowed in their bodies for millions of years that made the choice for them the moment the Zhenyue Decree lit up.

Jin Yanshan stood at the very front, his whole body trembling violently.

He did not kneel.

He gritted his teeth and stubbornly held on.

However, the Golden-Winged Roc bloodline within him was frantically assaulting his will.

Kneel down. That is the person you should kneel to. That is the one who holds the order. That is the successor of the one who led the Tianyuan army to fight the Heavenly Demon Supreme to the death millions of years ago!

The blood in your veins is telling you that you should kneel!

Jin Yanshan's knees were bent.

One inch.

Another inch.

His forehead veins bulged, and sweat poured down like rain.

It wasn't that he didn't want to kneel, but that he was unwilling to accept it.

How could he break his sword and then kneel down in front of the same person?

Then, the trace of Golden-Winged Roc bloodline within him erupted completely.

A golden phantom shot up from behind him.

It wasn't something he actively triggered; it was an automatic manifestation of his bloodline.

The golden roc circled once in mid-air, then folded its wings, lowered its head, and slowly crouched down in Zhang Yuan's direction.

That was the highest form of courtesy from the Roc clan.

Jin Yanshan's last will collapsed at this moment.

His knees slammed heavily onto the ground, his forehead touching the earth, his voice hoarse and trembling: "Golden Feather Manor... is willing to fight according to the token!"

Tears streamed down his face as he finished speaking.

He didn't feel ashamed.

Because he finally understood that the force that made him kneel was not some kind of pressure or intimidation, but rather his bloodline telling him that the person before him was worthy of his kneeling. (End of Chapter)