Chapter 771: Chapter 308: Shocking Turn, Grave Injuries, and Restless Hearts
But the Li Xuantiang in front of him was different.
This strike could truly make him sense danger!
Luckily, he noticed that Li Xuantiang was not among the five earlier, so he’d been cautious. If he had been caught off guard by this strike, the result might have been completely different from the first wave of ambush.
"You think I placed the Cold Ruins Tripod in the Beehive for what, you fool!"
As the Big Saber bore down, Xia Hong faintly smirked, and three blood-red marks suddenly appeared on his forehead—the Great Xia Sacred Pattern. He then reversed his grip on the Yanhan Blade, bent his knees and lowered his body almost to the ground before abruptly rising up in a slash.
Whoosh......
A fierce blade light rose from below, slicing through the night sky.
The vertical blade light brought by the surging airflow, compared to the horizontal light slashed by Li Xuantiang, was not inferior at all; in fact, even more solid and furious.
This blade was like white magma fiercely erupting from the ground, colliding ferociously with Li Xuantiang’s horizontal blade light that crashed like a collapsing mountain.
Boom........
The vertical and horizontal blades intersected in the air, creating a perfect cross, and at the point of their collision, an extremely powerful airwave erupted instantly.
Explosion......
Their strength was truly overwhelming. Not only at the initial clash but even during the stalemate, there was no sound of weapons clashing.
To be precise, their strength was so immense that the sound of the airwave at collision was so loud, it gave the illusion that no weapons had collided.
"How is it possible, how could your strength be greater than mine?"
After a mere three to four breaths in the stalemate, the shockwave hadn’t even dissipated when Li Xuantiang’s expression changed, for he noticed that the blade light he had slashed was slowly dissipating.
This proved that Xia Hong’s strength surpassed his!
Impossible, impossible!
For this assassination plan, he’d just purposefully visited Yangyuan Peak, divided a third of the Holy Sun Body among six puppets; Li Xuantiang’s body had been cultivated to its extreme with strength capable of over fifty manes, how could he not match Xia Hong.
The next murmurs from Xia Hong broke him even more.
"A mere clown, did you think hiding among people would make you invisible to me? When I arrived, I immediately noticed you along with Han Jiuli and the five others. I didn’t expose you just to see what tricks you were up to—assassination, you actually thought of that, but just using you to stage a play!"
Swish......
Xia Hong’s left eye suddenly shot out a golden divine light, directly hitting Li Xuantiang’s forehead. Then, his legs pushed back, his waist twisted, and raising his knife-wielding hands high, he immediately slashed downward as his body returned to its normal state.
The fists, feet, and waist combined, focusing power to break a point, Long Fist Form.
"Not only are my methods stronger than yours, but my strength is also greater!"
With disdain in his eyes, Xia Hong’s face flashed a hint of pride. Looking at the fissuring forehead of Li Xuantiang, the Yanhan Blade in his hands remained unwavering as it sliced down.
This strike, without visible airwaves, had a knife edge expanding only three to four meters, and was rather ordinary in comparison to the previous slash from Xia Hong.
Crack......
Li Xuantiang’s already half-cracked skull was slashed by the blade, instantly shattered into countless pieces, and under the blade’s pressure, his body was directly crushed into the ground.
The over four-meter-long blade light passed through Li Xuantiang’s body, finally landing on the ground.
Bang......
The surrounding one-kilometer area seemed to tremble.
Where the blade landed, a ravine over twenty meters long was cut.
Sand flew and rocks tumbled, dust filled the air.
Everyone around, whether from Long Mountain or Great Xia, was momentarily dumbfounded.
They looked down at the three-to-four-meter-deep ravine, gulped with a loud swallow, then looked at Xia Hong, all without exception, their eyes widened with shock and horror.
"With a basic strength of forty-two manes, accounting for a fifty percent increase from the Holy Pattern and a thirty percent increase from the Long Fist Form, the most powerful strength I can unleash should be over seventy-five manes. And with the Shattering Divine Light, a clone with strength over fifty manes dares to try to assassinate me, so naïve!"
Just like Wu Xiong, after Li Xuantiang’s body crumbled to powder, it also condensed into drops of Cold Apple Jade Dew on the spot.
"Cough... leave someone......"
Xia Hong ignored the Cold Apple Jade Dew on the ground and suddenly dashed forward, first rushing towards the back of Li Xuantiang’s corpse where Wu Lin was attempting to flee, while signaling to Liu Yuan and the Cold Resistance Level individuals to capture Han Jiuli and the others.
His confrontation with Li Xuantiang had been brief, yet the commotion it caused was terrifying. Hou Jing, Chen Yingba, and other Cold Resistance Levels within the station had already hurried over.
At Xia Hong’s command, none of the eleven dared delay, swiftly surrounding Han Jiuli and the others with the Cloud Dragon Army.
Wu Lin’s strength was merely a bit over thirty manes. With Xia Hong at full strength, escape was impossible for him. He barely avoided for less than three breaths before Xia Hong’s big saber cut him into two.
But strangely, even after being cut into two, he didn’t die immediately. Instead, he looked back at Xia Hong, face full of shock, and spoke:
"The Yin Yang Mirror, you’ve captured the Yin Yang Mirror!"
This White Dew Gu recognized the Yin Yang Mirror?
Xia Hong’s brows slightly furrowed, and just as he was about to speak, the Yanhan Blade stuck in Wu Lin’s waist suddenly seemed to heat up, starting to make sizzling sounds, soon emitting black smoke, clearly the silver taking effect.
At the same time, Wu Lin began to scream miserably.
Gasp... gasp... ah......
Finishing off Wu Lin, Xia Hong’s face had turned extremely pale, with four wounds on his body still gushing blood; yet he still gritted his teeth, continuing to charge towards Han Jiuli and the others.