Chapter 2250: A Good Dog Doesn’t Block the Way (1/2)

Although only a Holy Prince that possessed complete dao saint godhead, saint bloodline, and saint physique had a chance to compete for the Saint Fate and enter the True Saint Realm, the rankings of a Holy Prince’s complete dao saint godhead, saint bloodline, and saint physique were crucial. With higher rankings, the hope of breaking through to True Saint Realm was also significantly higher.

The Holy Gate’s Holy Prince Jiang Tian was a good example of this. His talent was the best amongst the Holy Princes. Whether it was Jiang Tian’s complete dao saint godhead, saint bloodline, or saint physique, all three ranked within the top two hundred.

Based on the potential of Jiang Tian’s talent, there was a twenty percent chance he could break through to True Saint Realm, and become a True Saint.

Those with complete dao saint godhead, saint bloodline, and saint physique, who ranked in the top one thousand, did not even have a ten percent success rate of breaking through to True Saint Realm. In truth, it was merely one-tenth of a chance from ten percent.

As the rankings of complete dao saint godhead, saint bloodline, and saint physique went further down, below one thousand, the chances were less than one-hundredth.

The chances reduced drastically for those with complete dao saint godhead, saint bloodline, and saint physique in the top three thousand, it was less than one-thousandth of the success rate.

As for complete dao saint godhead, saint bloodline, and saint physique below four thousand rankings, there was literally no hope at all.

In other words, the possibility of Huang Xiaolong stepping into True Saint Realm was several thousand times lesser than Jiang Tian.

In the entire Holy World’s many holy grounds’ billions of years of history, there had only been one person who had entered the True Saint Realm with complete dao saint godhead, saint bloodline, and saint physique below four thousand rankings!

There were numerous holy grounds in the entire Holy World. In these billions of years, one could remember that only one person had succeeded!

In other words, Huang Xiaolong’s chances of a successful breakthrough to True Saint Realm was zero.

Although Yang Jingzhi had inwardly determined that Huang Xiaolong wouldn’t be able to step into True Saint Realm in his life, his attitude was still respectful as he congratulated Huang Xiaolong who walked out from the array, “Congratulations, Your Highness Holy Prince Huang Xiaolong for passing the second test.”

Du Gen, Hu Gengyi, and others also came forward to congratulate Huang Xiaolong.

As Du Gen, Hu Gengyi, and the others’ voices of congratulations rang in the hall, a discordant voice sounded, “Heihei, Junior Brother Huang has passed the second test. It is really worthy of congratulations.”

The voice’s tone was full of satire.

Huang Xiaolong looked towards the entrance and saw the person walking towards them. Who could it be other than Huang Zhouping?

“Greeting Your Highness Holy Prince Huang Zhouping!” Yang Jingzhi, Du Gen, and the others quickly saluted when they saw Huang Zhouping.

Huang Zhouping nodded and had everyone rise from kneeling. Then he faced Huang Xiaolong, and smilingly said, “Junior Brother Huang’s talents really exceeded my estimation, the 4,382nd place Mysterious Dragon Saint Godhead? 4,261st place Mad Dragon Saint Bloodline, and 4,243rd place True Dragon Saint Physique? These levels of talent were higher than my estimation. Congratulations! congratulations!”

Higher than he had estimated? In short, had he originally expected Huang Xiaolong’s talents to rank even lower?

Then again, everyone present could hear that Huang Zhouping was actually mocking Huang Xiaolong.

Huang Xiaolong wasn’t angered by Huang Zhouping’s words at all. He responded calmly, “Since Senior Brother Huang has finished congratulating me, Senior Brother Huang can leave now. I wonder if Senior Brother Huang has heard of a saying, erm, how does it go? Oh, right, a good dog doesn’t block the way!”

A good dog doesn’t block the way!

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Anger boiled in Huang Zhouping’s heart. This Huang Xiaolong actually dared to call me a dog?!

Roiling fury turned into a cold gleam that flickered across Huang Zhouping’s eyes, “Huang Xiaolong, do you really think now that you’re officially a Holy Gate’s Holy Prince, I won’t dare to do anything to you? I won’t dare to teach you a lesson? Do you not believe that I would bury you into the ground with a slap, and let you eat dog-shit?”

Huang Xiaolong shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, “I’m just stating the truth as it is. You’re nothing but one of Jiang Tian’s dogs.” He added another sentence, “A small puppy by the side of Jiang Tian’s chair.”

“You!” Huang Zhouping pointed at Huang Xiaolong, his finger shaking with anger.