Chapter 247: Not Willing? (1/2)
Chapter 247: Not Willing?
It wasn’t until the two people closed in within a hundred meters that Huang Xiaolong gradually ended his practice. Converging his Asura Demon Claw flow within his body, Huang Xiaolong scrutinized the two people approaching, one from the front and one behind him.
In fact, Huang Xiaolong had already noticed them the moment they appeared on the other peak, however, because these two were only Xiantian Sixth Order, Huang Xiaolong paid no further attention to them.
By this point, the two middle-aged men halted their steps ten meters away from Huang Xiaolong and stood still.
The scar-faced man’s eyes inspected Huang Xiaolong up and down while his lips arched in a friendly smile, “This Lil’ Bro, may I know which sect you’re from, how shall I address you?”
Although the scar-faced man already planned to capture Huang Xiaolong and force the battle skill out from his mouth, he was in no hurry to do so before he has an idea about Huang Xiaolong’s background, for instance, which sect Huang Xiaolong belonged to.
The Sky Magi Sect wasn’t weak by the Bedlams’ standard, but still, before certain hegemony existences they were no different than an insignificant ant. If ,by chance, this young man was one of those existences’ disciple, or worse, a core disciple, the scar-faced man would think twice before making a move.
Otherwise, if he mistakenly provoked a tyrannical existence without knowing, he risked being turned into slag.
Huang Xiaolong already knew what two these were thinking by the look on their faces. Sneering secretly he repeated in a taciturn manner, “Which sect’s disciple?”
The horse-faced man revealed a kind smile, “Yes, who knows, maybe Lil’ Bro’s Master is an old friend of our Master…”
“You think too much, I don’t belong to any sect in the Bedlam Lands.” Huang Xiaolong cut in, “So, you need not worry about loose ends after killing me.”
Both the scar-faced and horse-faced middle-aged men were stunned, neither expected Huang Xiaolong’s would be so ‘direct.’ Exchanging a glance between them, there was faint doubt in their eyes as their attention fell on Huang Xiaolong once again.
Did not belong to the Bedlam Lands?!
Then, where does this young man’s confidence come from? Both of them could tell Huang Xiaolong was just a mid-Xiantian Sixth Order, whereas the two of them were late-Xiantian Sixth Order experts. With them joining to attack, this young man had no chance to escape.
“Make your move.” While both were still stumped, Huang Xiaolong spoke again, “I’m giving you one chance, letting you make the first move.”
Hearing this, the two of them frowned as they stared at Huang Xiaolong, confusion and vigilance spiked as they exchanged another glance. Yet, no one moved.
Huang Xiaolong shook his head and smiled sardonically watching these two people’s hesitation, “Weren’t both of you curious to know if I was practicing a Heaven rank battle skill? I can tell you now, it is indeed a Heaven rank battle skill, and it is not a mere a Heaven rank low-grade battle skill.”
Not a mere Heaven rank low-grade! Their eyes shone brightly.
Before they realized what happened, Huang Xiaolong leaped up, his two hands formed into claws and slashed out in opposite directions. From Huang Xiaolong’s attack, two huge dark claw shadows tore across space, black fog rolling as a dozen evil wraiths shrieked viciously. The surrounding light was blotted out.
Watching the two huge dark palms targeting them, the scar-faced and horse-faced middle-aged men were alarmed, instantly jumping back to dodge, releasing their battle qi at the same time, aiming a fist to counter Huang Xiaolong’s attack.
“Sky Corpse Fist!”
“Feral Undead!”
Both men shouted at the same time.
Their attacks were shrouded in a perceivable death aura, accompanied by a nauseating smell that withered the air, akin to a hundred-year-old rotting corpse laid bare.
In a split second, their fist imprints collided with Huang Xiaolong’s palm imprints.
Boom! A loud impact resounded like the crackle of a vengeful thunderbolt. Air currents shook violently, blasting out in all four directions, sand and dust rose as crack lines zigzagged on the peak’s surface, deepening into fissures.
What horrified the two men most was that Huang Xiaolong’s Asura Demon Claws did not dissipate after the collision, instead they continued towards them.