Chapter 512 (1/2)

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The Han Clan sisters knew how strong Xiang Shaoyun was. With him personally making a move, the group blocking their way would amount to nothing. Lin Yi did not seem to realize that. Instead, he concluded that Xiang Shaoyun had merely caught Yang Shuo by surprise.

”Looks like you are quite capable. Brother Yang, you have been too careless,” said Lin Yi. He was in no rush to join the fight. Rather, he took the time to ridicule Yang Shuo.

Lin Yi was only an eighth-stage Skysoar Realm cultivator. He could see that Xiang Shaoyun had a similar cultivation level to Yang Shuo, and he was confident he would be able to deal with Xiang Shaoyun.

In any case, he was clear Yang Shuo had merely been trying to fan his flames so he would make a move against the sisters and Xiang Shaoyun. He was merely repaying Yang Shuo the same favor. One ought to admit that these young masters of influential clans were rather good at scheming.

Sure enough, those words caused Yang Shuo to bounce off the ground before charging Xiang Shaoyun without any hesitation. A green fist energy shot straight toward Xiang Shaoyun's face, carrying a rather impressive might with it. Unfortunately, when the fist was about to hit, Xiang Shaoyun easily caught it and kicked Yang Shuo's belly.

Bang!

An intense pain a.s.saulted Yang Shuo's stomach, and he started vomiting. It was evident the kick had been a heavy one.

”Scram!” said Xiang Shaoyun as he looked at Yang Shuo and Lin Yi.

The moment Lin Yi met Xiang Shaoyun's eyes, his heart trembled for no apparent reason. It was as if Xiang Shaoyun had transformed into a dragon that was roaring at him, filling his heart with fear.

It was at this moment that a furious shout rang out, ”You dare harm my young master? Die!”

An imposing pressure pressed down upon Xiang Shaoyun as a ma.s.sive palm energy crashed down from above. The attacker was from a first-stage Emperor, most probably someone from Yang Shuo's side. Someone like him was definitely enough to scare regular Kings. However, he was nothing before Xiang Shaoyun.

Xiang Shaoyun slowly lowered his stance, pulled his fist back, and threw a punch toward the palm. The fist seemed slow, but when launched, it was akin to a raging lightning bolt filled with power.

Bang!

The palm and fist collided loudly. Xiang Shaoyun remained standing on the same spot and was still perfectly fine. In the sky was a middle-aged man who continued attacking like an eagle.

”Since you are seeking death, I will lend you a hand,” said Xiang Shaoyun, his eyes turning frosty upon sensing the Emperor's murderous intent.

He then transformed into a bolt of lightning, shooting into the sky, and bombarded the middle-aged man with a barrage of Lightning Bolt Fists. Each punch was filled with boundless power, intimidating all who were witnessing the fight.

In the blink of an eye, Xiang Shaoyun and the Emperor had exchanged over 100 moves, catching the attention of many people. Naturally, Han Pojun and Du Xuanhao had also noticed the ongoing battle. However, they were confident Xiang Shaoyun could solve it himself. They only needed to make a move when required.

”Old Du, who exactly is Young Master Xiang?” Han Pojun asked.

”You don't need to know that. All you need to know is that his background is no weaker than your Han Clan's,” said Du Xuanhao.

Han Pojun knew that Du Xuanhao was hiding something, but he did not press on for answers. After all, he knew that everyone had their own secrets and that being overly pushy would only annoy others.