Chapter 971 – The Stone Seal That Cannot Be Injured (1/2)

Chapter 971 – The Stone Seal That Cannot Be Injured

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

The darkness was torn open.

The daylight arrived.

The lightning fell.

The fist descended.

Everything happened in the briefest of moments.

Only a few true experts could clearly make out everything that had occurred, like Xiaode or those important personages in the Imperial City.

The demi-human commoners on the plaza could only see a blinding light and the silhouette of a massive black bear in the sky. Their mouths were agape in shock as they struggled to make a noise, and then they were roused by a massive boom and pushed back by a wave of Qi.

Swift winds howled, stirring up all the dust between the stones, blocking out all vision and slightly dimming that light.

But the bolt of lightning was unconcealably bright, those two figures crystal-clear.

The young man in the bamboo hat had finally brought his left hand away from his back, raising it in front of him to block Xuanyuan Po's iron-like right fist.

His hand clenched into a fist as well.

This time, the darkness could no longer swallow everything.

The bolt of lightning falling from the sky, together with Xuanyuan Po's fist, accurately struck the young man's fist.

Countless arcs of dazzling lightning wound around Xuanyuan Po's right arm, crackling and popping.

Boom! The two fists unleashed two unimaginably violent energies!

Innumerable cracks instantly appeared on the ground!

Even more shocking was that these cracks extended so deep into the ground that it was impossible to see their bottom.

The young man's arm was trembling, his clothes shaking. One could barely make out that his face had grown incredibly solemn.

With a swish, several holes were torn in his bamboo hat by the sharp winds, making it look rather sorry.

Had Xuanyuan Po really won?

Just when the crowd was beginning to get excited, the lightning suddenly vanished.

The young man in the bamboo hat had seemingly used some sort of spell that was not of this world.

The lightning that was plainly bursting with the unimaginable energies of the world had vanished into that strange palm of his.

There was a light plop, like a ripe fruit smashing into the ground into a pile of pulp.

It was a very quiet sound, hard to hear in the howling gales.

Several demi-human personages high up in the Imperial City heard it.

Outside Heavensguard Pavilion, Xiaode also heard, and his complexion became extremely unsightly.

He had once heard this sound in Mount Han.

The darkness once more shrouded the world.

The darkness had a weight, such a weight that even the world would find it hard to bear at times.

This was the sound of the hardest object cracking.

This object could be a Heavenstone from Mount Han, the cold stone of a lonely mountain, or perhaps a hard fist.

The fierce gales suddenly dissipated.

Xuanyuan Po's fist and the young man's fist parted.

White steam gushed out from Xuanyuan Po's clothes and then was quickly condensed by the cold winds into drops of water that soaked the ground.

It was like a scene that could be seen each morning in front of that store in the Pine Paths that sold steamed buns.