Calamity of Tomorrow

Upon hearing what Zhou Bai had said, Zhao Yue's heart immediately filled with a strong sense of defiance, as if someone had stabbed her in the chest—her instinctive reaction was to object.

After all, the Zhao Family had made such tremendous sacrifices; her parents and elders had offered their Primordial Spirits for the slim hope of humanity, yet they still couldn't kill Zhou Bai.

At this moment, Zhou Bai's words sounded exceedingly harsh to her ears, almost as if mocking their weakness and sacrifices.

She glared at Zhou Bai and said, "What do you know? Resist? You can't resist anything..."

Zhou Bai spread his hand wide, and a powerful suction force directly pulled Zhao Yue over, grabbing her neck tightly.

Their eyes met fiercely, as if countless sparks and flashes of lightning were passing through the void.

Zhou Bai looked at Zhao Yue and said, "If you want to make a move, if you want to fight—well, who's stopping you? Go fight whoever you want!"

"If you think you're weak, that you can't resist, then just sit tight on the side and watch how I do it."

"Don't lump me in with you—people who only know how to live on the charity of others."

Zhao Yue was stared down by the other party, her body swept by the violent force of the Primordial Spirit, leaving her unable to move.

The feeling of defiance that had momentarily arisen from dissatisfaction gradually dissipated as Zhou Bai's unfathomable strength emerged again in her mind, like an insurmountable mountain standing before her, casting her entire being into its shadow.

A body even stronger than a ninth-realm armor, who had taken the strike of a heavenly demon's roar with his chest and quenched it out forcefully...

As her instinctive defiance was suppressed, Zhao Yue felt the sincerity in Zhou Bai's words, sensed his seriousness.

'Zhou Bai is serious...' Zhao Yue suddenly realized: 'Is he truly determined to confront the Immortals and never surrender? With his strength... perhaps there's a slight, a very slight possibility...'

'But so what? In the end, he is pure-blooded humanity... and I have already failed...'

Thinking of her own failure, Zhao Yue felt as if the bones had been sapped from her body, collapsing weakly.

Especially realizing that the Zhao Family was almost no more, at this moment she wanted to do nothing, say nothing, and even thinking was something she wished to avoid.

It seemed as if both Zhou Bai and the debates in Daluo Heaven before her had nothing to do with her anymore.

Seeing Zhao Yue's appearance as someone who had given up on life, Zhou Bai snorted coldly and said, "We are cultivators, striving to become Immortals against the natural order, aspiring to be Immortals who defy nature and seek eternal life. If you don't even dare to take control of your own fate, then what Dao are you cultivating."

Zhao Yue's body trembled slightly, her gaze flickered, but still, she said nothing, her appearance one of utter resignation.

"Since you've given up, then watch how I do it from now on." Zhou Bai shook his head and casually carried her toward the exit of Daluo Heaven's space-time.

Christina asked curiously, "Zhou Bai, do you know why she fought so desperately?"

Zhou Bai thought to himself, "I can only think of one reason."

"The Emperor's Sword can detect pure and mixed blood, something that even Jiaojiao and the others don't know. I don't know why the Zhao Family of Central City knows this."

"But the only reason I can think of is this: after learning that I am pure-blooded humanity, they decided to eradicate me at any cost. The reasons... could be a mix of racial oppositions, civilization inheritances, interests distributions, and pressure from the heavenly courts, entangled in one another."

Christina asked seriously, "Pure and mixed blood, huh? What do you think about it?"

Zhou Bai replied, "Discussing this is premature. For one thing, my strength isn't strong enough yet, and on the other, I know too little about the demon bloodline. Once I grow stronger in the future and have a good understanding of this matter, only then will I be qualified to judge it."

Christina: "That makes sense, but not everyone may see it that way. What if all the half-bloods share the same mindset as Zhao Yue and her family?"

Just then, a voice transmitted from the Heavenly Dao Sword in the sky, "Hey! Kid... has anyone ever told you that you're quite the poser?"

"Poser?" Zhou Bai replied indifferently: "This is who I am. I am just like this."

Heavenly Dao Sword: "Do you realize that the stronger you show yourself to be now, the more dangerous the backlash and schemes you'll encounter later?"

Heavenly Dao Sword: "Are you really planning to keep on fighting this way? You've seen it, right? The half-bloods know your identity and want to kill you. What do you think your comrades will do?"

Heavenly Dao Sword: "And the Immortals, once they know about your pure-blood lineage, you will lose your freedom. They will probably keep you in the heavenly realm like a pet, forever."

"A sword being this long-winded." Zhou Bai frowned. "Who on earth invented the notion of a Sword Spirit? Why should a sword be able to talk? Isn't it enough that it can cut? What's the use in speaking?"

Heavenly Dao Sword: (╬▔〜▔)

The Heavenly Dao Sword said angrily: "I am the Holy Sword of Humanity! A representation of the human spirit! Every word I utter is precious and valuable, do you understand? Do you have any idea how many people would bankrupt themselves just to hear me speak?"

Heavenly Dao Sword: "Moreover, I'm doing this for your good! Do you realize how dangerous your situation is right now? What time do you think it is? Yet you're still posturing! Do you even understand the significance of being a pure-blood? Even without Heavenly Dao, pure-bloods and half-bloods can never coexist peacefully; you are destined to be adversaries..."

As Zhou Bai ignored it completely and walked out of the Daluo Heaven discourse, the Heavenly Dao Sword vibrated violently: "Argh!!! I'm so angry! Why does this guy make it so easy to get mad?!"

...

There was commotion in the spectators' stands.

"Look! The Heavenly Dao Sword is acting up again! It's glowing!"

"It must be because of Zhou Bai's performance, he has gained the approval of the Heavenly Dao Sword again."

"I think in this Daluo Heaven tournament, Zhou Bai has got it nearly in the bag!"

Unlike the excitement and agitation of the spectators in the stands, the competitors' seating area was silent.

Xiang Haocu looked at Zhou Bai with some despair: "Can't win... Even if I prepare thoroughly, I can't beat Zhou Bai. Is this the natural talent of the pure-blood humans? Are we really that far behind?"

His fists gradually tightened: "No, this cannot go on. Humanity now is doomed. We still haven't grasped the power to counter Heavenly Dao. We need more time... even if we fight, it shouldn't be now."

He looked at the schedule for the final three days of the matches, tomorrow Zhou Bai's opponent would be Shi Fa, and the following two days it would be Wei Cangsheng and Jue Ji.

"There are only three chances left. We must find a way to defeat Zhou Bai within these three opportunities."

"Zhou Bai has the support of the Immortals behind him, and the only ones who can contend with the Immortals are the gods."

"Tonight, I'll go see my father again; maybe he'll have a way."

On the other hand, Shi Fa had already closed his eyes, with endless scriptures surging in his mind.

'Tomorrow is the seventh day of the top ten battles, and it is my turn to fight against Zhou Bai.'

'To kill one in order to save millions, even if it means sacrificing my own life, I must stop Zhou Bai, this pure-blooded human.'

'At this point, there is only one last method left…'