He gritted his teeth, staring intently at Xia Tianming's actions. Under the pressure of the ten great Xia Emperors, how would he choose?

Obediently hand over the divine artifact?

Or be unwilling to give it up and have it forcibly taken, possibly even being seriously injured by the hot-tempered Eighth Xia Emperor!

No matter which, it would mean Xia Tianming's trump card would be taken away.

With his Earth Tier First Layer Martial Sovereign strength, he's no match for me at all!

As soon as his injuries heal, I can challenge Xia Tianming again and crush him underfoot once more.

The atmosphere on the Emperor Dragon Platform grew increasingly tense. Xia Tianming looked at Xia Feng, ultimately unable to withstand the pressure from the ten Celestial Tier Martial Sovereigns, and sighed deeply.

If you're not strong enough, even having a divine artifact won't keep it safe.

Rather than getting their face torn and having it forcibly taken, it's better to voluntarily give it up. That way, both his and Xia Feng's safety would be assured.

Just as Xia Tianming was about to hand over the Void Cauldron to the ten, Xia Feng suddenly moved.

He bypassed Xia Tianming, walking alone in front of the ten great Xia Emperors, with a full smile on his face.

"All honored ancestors, as you say, my grandfather and I are part of the Xia Family, naturally prioritizing the Xia Family's interests. If a true Martial God emerges among you, it would benefit our entire Great Xia Empire!"

"An empire with a Martial God, what kind of prestige would that be! We might even ascend to a new Divine Domain."

"Compared to such a future, what is a single Void Cauldron worth? Even without you saying, my grandfather and I would willingly bring it out to help the ancestors break through the Divine Road!"

"This young one speaks with some sense." The ten great Xia Emperors all laughed, looking at Xia Feng with approval.

Very good, that's the kind of descendant they wanted.

"But still..."

Midway through his speech, Xia Feng suddenly sighed, looking at the ten great Xia Emperors with a frown, caught in a dilemma.

"There is only one Void Cauldron, and all the ancestors need to study it to break through. Who should be the first to use it?"

His words immediately brought the atmosphere to a standstill.

The ten great Xia Emperors glanced at each other, none willing to concede.

No kidding, the chance to break through to Martial God is right here. They're all old relics stuck at the Celestial Tier Ninth Layer for countless years. Who would pass up such an opportunity to someone else?

If the Seventh Xia Emperor or the Eighth Xia Emperor, those old figures, got the Void Cauldron, it would be unlikely they'd give it up unless they truly broke through!

But who can guarantee they'd even break through?

What if they don't?

Wait another fifty thousand years? Or one hundred thousand years?

Even if they're willing to wait, their lifespans might not suffice.

No way they'd concede!

The eyes of the ten great Xia Emperors instantly became wary, their gazes at their companions turning hostile.

"Young man, with your words, are you hinting at not wanting to give up the Void Cauldron, primarily to incite infighting among us?"

Xia Donghai suddenly turned his head, as if realizing something, frowning sternly at Xia Feng.

As soon as he spoke, the pupils of the remaining nine Xia Emperors shrank, and they too turned their heads in unison, looking on unfavorably.

"I meant no such thing! I truly considered this for our ancestors!"

Xia Feng feigned shock, hurriedly waved his hand, saying, "You are all ancestors of the Xia Family. As your junior, I sincerely hope the ancestors can break through to the Martial God Realm, but I truly don't know who to give the Void Cauldron to. After all, I dare not offend any of the honored ancestors."

What Xia Feng said was both reasonable and sensible, and he feigned pitifully, making it hard for the Xia Emperors to reproach him.

"Oh yes, I've thought of a method."

Xia Feng clapped his hands, raising his head to speak to the ten great Xia Emperors of the past.

"Since the divine artifact is meant to help ancestors break through to Martial God, it should rightly be given to the strongest ancestor to study and comprehend!"

"I have a suggestion. Just like the imperial throne competition, perhaps the ancestors can compete to see, determine who is the strongest Martial Sovereign in the Great Xia Empire, and let the strongest use the Void Cauldron. I don't think anyone would object to that."

Xia Tianming listened to Xia Feng's words, wanting to speak but stopping.

But out of trust, he chose to remain silent,

"Father, ancestors, you can't listen to him. He's trying to incite infighting among you, to make you fight each other over the Void Cauldron!"

Xia Tianming became anxious, turning his head and shouting to Xia Donghai and them.

"Uncle, what you're saying is unfair. I merely offered the most reasonable suggestion. Otherwise, you tell me, who should we give the Void Cauldron to?"

Xia Feng sighed helplessly, then tossed the problem back to Xia Tianming.

"Of course it should go to..."

Xia Tianming blurted out, initially intending to say Xia Donghai's name, but the nine intimidating gazes pierced through him, forcing him to swallow those words.

"To whom?"

The Seventh Xia Emperor gazed at him intently, his voice low and pressing.

"To, to..."

Xia Tianming swallowed, now regretting having spoken up and landed himself in this predicament!

"Uncle, really, you hesitate when asked to give advice, and when I do, you grow anxious. What is it you want?"

Xia Feng's sarcastic words pierced Xia Tianming's heart like a soft dagger, to which he couldn't retaliate.

This humiliation made the already injured Xia Tianming cough up black blood from his chest once more.

The dagger twisted in, yet he couldn't retaliate, for he truly didn't dare offend the ten great Xia Emperors of the past, having no choice but to silently endure, trembling all over.

In the eyes of the ten past Xia Emperors now, breaking through to Martial God is more important than anything else.

Be it heirs or imperial legacy, compared to the supreme Martial God Realm, all those seem as minuscule as dust.

No one wants to give up the chance to ascend to godhood.

But the Seventh Xia Emperor swept a fierce glance over everyone, and the three Martial Sovereigns below the Celestial Tier Ninth Layer shivered, biting their lips, their eyes filled with unwillingness.

"Fine, since everyone is unwilling to let others have the Void Cauldron, we'll go with Xia Feng's suggestion, and have a proper fight!"

"Whoever wins, can use this cauldron to comprehend and break through. To give such a divine artifact to a waste would only waste everyone's time!"

The Eighth Xia Emperor roared, shaking the sky, like thunder crashing down.

"I agree."

"Fine, I have no objections either. The strongest Martial Sovereign breaking through to Martial God is sensible and reasonable."

The other Xia Emperors couldn't think of a better solution and could only concur.

For many years, they've stalled at the Celestial Tier Ninth Layer Martial Sovereign Realm, it's hard to say who's the strongest without a fight.

And those with less experience, who are yet to break through to the Celestial Tier Ninth Layer Martial Sovereign, also don't want to miss this opportunity.

They are dragons among humans, born with the Innate Emperor Body, rising through challenges all the way up.

Even against the early Xia Emperors, they had the confidence to fight fiercely!

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