Chapter 1270 - Divine Race
Everyone outside could see everything happening inside the event.
"Have any of you noticed? This year's Myriad Race Ceremony seems more brutal than in the past," whispered disciples aboard the warship. Previous festivals had never grown this intense.
"That's because in the past, the winner gained at most several years to a few decades of mining rights on the reward planet," an elder replied. "This year is different. The winner receives a thousand years of ownership over Gos Star."
A thousand years would allow any force to transform the Gos Star into its own territory. Even if rivals contested it later, they would find infiltration difficult. In truth, the reward differed little from permanent ownership.
Every year, countless people die fighting over unoccupied planets, and the races clash without end. This had gone on for years and would only intensify until this year. The powerhouses of the various races finally sat together and agreed: this festival would determine the ownership of those unoccupied worlds. That decision made this year's ceremony far more ruthless.
Liu Wuxie formed seals with both hands, and the Dragon-Grasping Hand kept changing lines and angles. Each time a dragon claw raked the ground, stones exploded into shards. The three rakshasas couldn't even approach him.
They shot arrow after arrow—hidden crossbows throughout their bodies loosed a storm. The bolts flew terrifyingly fast, leaving no readable trajectory. Mid-flight, they could bend, veer, and reacquire him—no matter how Liu Wuxie dodged, the arrows curled after him.
"What bizarre archery," Liu Wuxie murmured. The rakshasas' shots weren't just tricky; they clung like shadows. Some remarkable ability must have let the arrows track their target.
"You can't kill us," the three rakshasas said, rotating positions and accelerating until they blurred. Only then did Liu Wuxie realize they were steering the arrows with a strange language. He had never seen anything like it.
"Is that so?" he asked, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes. Did they think this was his full strength?
The Dragon-Grasping Hand shifted again, one ripple divided. Hundreds of dragon claws manifested and descended from the sky.
The rakshasas' faces changed at once. They finally understood he had been toying with them. A rain of dragon claws falling from the heavens—terrifying.