A silhouette blurred out of view as a nearby green-robed Elder promptly caught the cyan-robed Elder in midair. He found it too much that Xiao Chen treated his peer this way and glared at him. "You're powerful, but did you think you alone can contend against an entire family?"
"Naturally, I have made preparations for the worst-case scenario in daring to come here. I'm just an independent cultivator whose life is of no consequence. If you're determined to make me your enemy, I'll bury your thousand-member Zuoqiu family with me!"
He sounded neither servile nor overbearing. Up until now, he was also the first who dared to say such words to the Zuoqiu family. Many of the family's disciples felt a shiver down their backs. They could tell from Xiao Chen's ways of handling matters earlier that he wasn't making an empty threat.
The last Elder, dressed in a red robe, said, "It's not that we're determined to make you our enemy. But shouldn't you give u
After seeing what had happened, the Zuoqiu family's disciples were so frightened that their faces turned ashen. Many women started prostrating on the ground, howling in grief after knowing that they couldn't escape this calamity. Many children were huddled together in an embrace, ignorant of what was going on. Just moments ago, they were building clay figurines in the courtyard; why was their death upon them now... Xiao Chen's Divine Sense caught all of this and the bloodthirsty look in his eyes finally dimmed. He slowly stopped his spell and moved his fingers to cast something else. The gigantic dragon in the sky slowly turned pale and the dark clouds gradually scattered as well. The two remaining Elders exchanged glances, thinking that Xiao Chen's powers had run out. They were so badly injured that their heart meridians were nearly crushed. They landed on the ground while coughing up blood uncontrollably. Xiao Chen walked over to the garde
It was none other than Zuoqiu Yang. The independent cultivator from the Northern Wilderness knew that Zuoqiu Yang was mocking him but didn't argue with him. He sneered inwardly, thinking, "Go ahead, boy. Since you think you're not embarrassed enough the first time around, go for the second round."Zuoqiu Yang stopped about 30 meters away from Xiao Chen and bellowed, "Devil, it'll be your death anniversary on this day next year!"Xiao Chen looked up. Now knee-deep in his lust for blood, he sneered and said, "Oh? Haven't I already defeated you? Not only are you ungrateful to me for pardoning your life, but you're even going so far as to dig your own grave now."Zuoqiu Yang's spirited face turned ashen as he started to tremble. His family had nurtured him like a genius since young and he had never tasted defeat in his life. He had created many legends that not even his ancestors were capable of achieving.Today, however, this previous
The expression of the Elders who had just arrived immediately changed. One of them propped up Zuoqiu Yang and asked in a panicked voice, "How can you allow the Soul-annihilation Halberd to fall into his hands?!" His anxiousness subconsciously lent an edge to his voice. Zuoqiu Yang had never felt so disgraced in this life. Furious, he flicked his wide sleeves and pushed the Elder away. When he recalled how the Spirit-annihilation Halberd had refused to obey him no matter what he did earlier, he yelled in anger, "It's just a scrap piece of iron! He can have it!" The Elder sighed. Then, like a bolt of lightning, he turned into a drawn-out light and lunged at Xiao Chen. He wanted to snatch the halberd back. Xiao Chen was now holding the Soul-annihilation Halberd in his hand. For some reason, the strange feeling he experienced earlier intensified even further at this moment. The halberd also kept trembling in his grip, resulting in the incessant
Yi Tong coughed once to interrupt None-flower Dust's conversation. He smiled and said, "Forget it. Since Young Master Xiao will be treating, let's just think of where we'll go drinking after this." Zuoqiu Yang watched them chat without paying him, the genius of the Zuoqiu family and the pro-disciple of the Divine Mist Sect Leader, any mind. He gripped his fists so tightly that his bones were creaking. He said solemnly, "Have you guys chatted enough?" None-flower Dust glared at him. "Children shouldn't interrupt when adults are talking!" "You!" Zuoqiu Yang was livid. He raised his hand. "Strike!" However, even after he yelled, he heard no movement from the tens of elite disciples behind him. Sensing something was wrong, he whipped around and saw them collapsed in pools of blood with their heads severed. Right then, he felt like he had seen doomsday for his family. The disciples and Elders of the family standing in
"Oh my God! Is it really them?" Startled sounds came from the cultivators underneath nonstop. The three men hovering high in the clouds were the ones that the Northern Underworlder called for earlier: Cang He, Qing Xu, Mo Changkong. They had entered the Nascent Soul Realm years ago and had spent the past hundred years contemplating the nature of life and death. They had basically never stepped outside during that time, but they were household names in the Middle Continent. "Don't tell me that they're now in the mid-stage Nascent Soul Realm. How did Zuoqiu family's promise of a single Nirvana Pill attract them here?" The crowd was agitated, having never imagined that the commotion today would attract such impressive people. They were in for a good show. Xiao Chen's heart dropped. There were truly many experts hiding within the Middle Continent. He addressed the men in the sky and said, "Seniors, I don't wish to mak
The hollow sound reverberated throughout the Zuoqiu family estate. Overhead, dark clouds churned violently. Even the family's disciples had gone pale from fright, looking as if doomsday was upon them. Xiao Chen took a deep breath. His heart was beating wildly against his chest. It was his first time feeling such deep unease. That aura seemed to be directed at him. It was here for him! The aura shrouded the entire Canglan City almost instantly. The cultivators who had been watching the battle from afar had a bad premonition. They wanted to flee, but it was as if there was a mysterious force nailing their feet to the ground, immobilizing them. Qing Xu and the rest were similarly stressed. Cultivators at their level had very little to fear in this world, but this aura made them too afraid to even move. "Who are you, Senior?" Qing Xu asked cautiously. The voice once again resounded. "Don't be nervous, my three young f
Instantly, formidable spirit energy enveloped the world and easily dissipated the dark clouds hanging over the Zuoqiu family estate. The only part of the skies still filled with dark clouds was the eastern horizon. Right then, the entire estate was shaking. The disciples of the family were pale in the face. Had the Formless World that their Great Ancestor created been shattered? Zuoqiu Qitian couldn't help lamenting to himself, "Such strong spirit energy." He flicked his wide sleeves in the direction of the sky and countless True Energy sprang forth, reinforcing his Formless World. Only then did the shaking subsided. "Do you think a little girl like you can shatter my Formless World? Dream on!" Murong Xian'er's face was wet with tears. She ignored him and continued to cast her spells. The white radiance shooting out of her body became even brighter as they struck the Barrier of the Formless World over and over. "B
Everyone exchanged looks. Who was this idiotic-looking man? However, they couldn't deny the fact that this was a terribly powerful man. Cold sweat slid down Zuoqiu Qitian's back without an end. He cursed the fact that he failed to snatch Xiao Chen's body; otherwise, he would have the strength of the Apotheosis Realm by now and wouldn't be forced into such a passive position. He asked solemnly, "Who are you?" The red-clothed man stopped laughing. He coughed once, clearing his throat before replying, "Listen well. I'm…" Bai Susu finished his sentence for him, saying, "The Little Demon King of the Bloodied Fiend Sect a thousand years ago, whose body was destroyed by the then Leader of the Thousand Feathers Sect, Ye Yuexuan. He escaped with his vital soul and regained his body after recuperating for a thousand years. People call him the Bloodied Mad Swordsman..." The Bloodied Mad Swordsman jumped in anger. Pointing to her, he scold