On the Ten Thousand Dao Plains, Xiao Mo participated in one match after another.

The Holy Son selection battles of Ten Thousand Dao Sect didn't emphasize fairness in the slightest.

Each match was determined by random draw.

Some people, after drawing Xiao Mo, hurled insults at him.

Some people, after drawing Xiao Mo, knew victory was hopeless and directly chose to forfeit but regardless of who it was, no one could withstand more than three blades under Xiao Mo's hands.

The disciples of Ten Thousand Dao Sect had heard Xiao Mo's name before, but always felt there were exaggerated elements but when they saw it with their own eyes, they realized the real Xiao Mo was far more terrifying than the rumors!

On this day, after Xiao Mo won against ten opponents, today's matches had nothing more to do with him.

Xiao Mo and Yu Yunwei returned to Karma Blood Peak to rest.

Yu Yunwei personally boiled water, preparing a tub of medicinal bath for her senior brother, wanting to help him relieve a day's fatigue.

Although in Xiao Mo's view, this day of sparring wasn't even as intense as his usual blade practice but it was also Yu Yunwei's sincere intent, so Xiao Mo didn't refuse.

"Kid, bring over a few drops of blood essence."

After the medicinal bath, just as Xiao Mo was about to return to his room to rest, Xue Kui walked up to Xiao Mo holding a glazed bottle.

Xiao Mo glanced at Xue Kui, "What for?"

Xue Kui smiled, "Your master will give you a surprise later. I won't tell you for now."

"..."

Xiao Mo cut his finger, and ten drops of blood essence dripped into the glazed bottle.

"Is that enough?" Xiao Mo asked.

"Enough." Xue Kui shook the glazed bottle, "Speaking of which, you so casually give your blood essence to me as your master. Aren't you afraid I'll use your blood essence to do something bad to you?"

"Would you?" Xiao Mo asked.

Xue Kui froze for a moment, then smiled, "No."

"Then that settles it."

Xiao Mo turned to go back to his room but just as he was about to close the door, Xue Kui leaned against the doorframe, raising her long leg to block the door.

"Is there something else?" Xiao Mo asked puzzled.

Xue Kui's fair fingertips pressed against her thin lips, her charming eyes blinking gently, "You trust your master so much. Your master is very moved. Don't you want some reward?"

"If you could behave yourself a bit, that would be the best reward for me." As his words fell, Xiao Mo's scabbard knocked Xue Kui's long leg aside and closed the door.

"Tch, so boring..."

Looking at the tightly closed door, Xue Kui pouted, shaking the glazed bottle as she left Xiao Mo's courtyard.

In the following ten days, Xiao Mo had to go to the Ten Thousand Dao Plains every day to participate in matches.

The time for rest and healing injuries was only one night.

If on the second day your injuries were severe but your opponent was in excellent condition, then you could only consider it bad luck.

While dozens or even hundreds of matches took place simultaneously on the Ten Thousand Dao Plains, the most people watched Xiao Mo's matches.

Besides Xiao Mo, there were nine other disciples who also won extremely easily.

Especially a man called "Xia Yu."

Xia Yu was a Jade Simplicity realm cultivator, only about seventy years old.

Rumor had it that Xia Yu possessed a Pure Yang Body and was the son of Grand Elder Xia Kong, with extremely deep attainments in the "Blazing Sun Formula."

Xia Yu had been tempering himself outside and once fought against an Immortal realm cultivator, not only not falling into disadvantage but even after battling bloody for three days and three nights, he chopped off that Immortal realm cultivator's head.

From then on, Xia Yu became famous throughout the world.

Although Xiao Mo's strength was extremely exaggerated, in most people's hearts, Xia Yu would be the one who truly became the Holy Son.

Many people felt that Xiao Mo simply hadn't encountered Xia Yu yet, otherwise Xiao Mo definitely couldn't withstand twenty exchanges.

After all, up until now, the highest realm cultivator Xiao Mo had faced was only late-stage Nascent Soul but one must know that Nascent Soul realm and Jade Simplicity realm were worlds apart, even more exaggerated than the gap between Foundation Building and Qi Refinement.

They truly hadn't heard of any Nascent Soul realm defeating a Jade Simplicity realm at their peak and on the last day of the Holy Son selection battles.

The various elders, hall masters, and peak masters of Ten Thousand Dao Sect all came to this plain.

Today's matches would select ten candidates for Ten Thousand Dao Sect's Holy Sons.

"Elder Xue Kui, it's been a long time." In the firmament above, Opening Axe Peak's Peak Master Xiong Gui walked to Xue Kui's side, smiling, "These past ten days, Xiao Mo has truly stolen the limelight. I've heard not a single cultivator could withstand three blades from his hands."

"Hehe." Xue Kui chuckled. "That kid is just so-so. It's only that the disciples of Ten Thousand Dao Sect now are all too useless."

"..." Xiong Gui's brows twitched because one of his disciples only withstood two of Xiao Mo's blades.

"Ahem." Xiong Gui straightened his expression, pretending not to have heard the latter half of the sentence, "Elder Xue Kui, although Xiao Mo is outstanding, today's match will probably be somewhat difficult."

Xue Kui glanced at him, "How so?"

"Elder Xue Kui truly doesn't know?" Xiong Gui was somewhat surprised that this master didn't even know her disciple's sparring opponent, "Today Xiao Mo must face Grand Elder Xia Kong's son, the Jade Simplicity realm Xia Yu. Given the enmity between you and the Grand Elder, I'm afraid Xia Yu will strike to kill."

"Oh." Xue Kui took down the wine flask at her waist and raised her head to take a sip.

"Elder Xue Kui truly isn't worried?" Xiong Gui asked.

Xue Kui didn't directly answer Xiong Gui's words but instead looked at the disciple beside her, "Yunwei, are you worried?"

"Worried? Hehehehe."

Yu Yunwei covered her mouth and laughed lightly, clear and crisp like silver bells.

"If Senior Brother isn't serious, he might need three blades to end the match, but if Senior Brother is serious..." The young girl extended her fair palm, spreading her fingers to make the number "two," "To end this match, only two blades are needed."

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Xiao Mo came to the Ten Thousand Dao Plains and entered a formation array.

Besides Xiao Mo, this formation array also contained twenty-nine other Ten Thousand Dao Sect disciples.

There were a total of ten such formation arrays, with three hundred disciples in total.

This match was also very simple.

Thirty disciples would engage in mutual combat, and the last one standing would pass the second round of selection and become a Holy Son candidate.

As a bell sounded, the match began.

Everyone looked at each other, and finally their attention focused on Xiao Mo and Xia Yu.

Finally, all the cultivators split into two groups, tacitly killing toward Xiao Mo and Xia Yu respectively.

They knew they must first kill the two strongest before anything else.

"One blade." In the air, Yu Yunwei made the number "one."

Xiao Mo slashed out with one blade. Before him, all the cultivators under this blood baleful qi either died or were injured, all falling unable to rise.

At the same time, Xia Yu summoned a large cauldron. The cauldron rapidly enlarged, covering those fourteen cultivators in one sweep and refining them in an instant.

"Only the two of us are left now." Xia Yu looked at Xiao Mo, his eyes full of contempt and killing intent, "Do you know who I am?"

"I don't know." Xiao Mo gripped his blade, walking step by step toward Xia Yu.

"Good! Good! Good!" Xia Yu said "good" three times, "Once I slowly torture you to death, you'll remember!"

As his words fell, Xia Yu formed hand seals, and the large cauldron moved to cover Xiao Mo.

"Two blades."

As Yu Yunwei's voice landed, Xiao Mo chopped down with one blade.

A blade light for ten li.