Chapter 258: Battling Chen Xiaotian (1/2)
Chapter 258: Battling Chen Xiaotian
“Who are you?!” The question flew from Chen Xiaotian’s mouth as he studied Huang Xiaolong warily. His gut instinct told him that Huang Xiaolong didn’t belong to the Blood Swallow School or Nine Fiend Sect.
Huang Xiaolong faced Chen Xiaotian, indifferently saying, “Who I am is not important,” after a slight pause, Huang Xiaolong continued, “I think you would best understand that there is no escape for you today. You have two options in front of you; submission, or death.”
Huang Xiaolong wasted no time with nonsense, laying down two choices on the table for Chen Xiaotian in a straightforward manner.
Chen Xiaotian chanced another furtive glance in Geng Ken, Du Xin, and Deng Guangliang’s direction as they stood behind Huang Xiaolong. Suddenly, a cold, desolate feeling of despair rose from his heart. Was this how it felt being betrayed and abandoned?
“Did you plan on letting them attack me together, or one by one?” Pushing down the feelings of despair, Chen Xiaotian asked Huang Xiaolong in a stiff, cold voice.
Huang Xiaolong shook his head, waving a hand at Geng Ken, Du Xin, Deng Guangliang, and the other Sky Magi Sect Elders back, “All of you step back. No one is allowed to make a move without my order.”
When these words were spoken, all present were stunned by Huang Xiaolong’s decision.
“Young Lord, this…!” Geng Ken took a step forward, wanting to dissuade Huang Xiaolong.
No one here knew Chen Xiaotian’s true strength better than him. Although he had to admit that Huang Xiaolong was strong, Chen Xiaotian was a late-Xiantian Seventh Order after all. Moreover, if his estimation was correct, Chen Xiaotian’s real strength was higher than that.
“Step down!” Huang Xiaolong snapped.
Geng Ken trembled, swiftly saluted respectfully and retreated to the back line where Du Xin, Deng Guangliang, and the rest were standing.
Huang Xiaolong looked at Chen Xiaotian, “If you can defeat me, you can leave.”
Chen Xiaotian glanced at the line up of Sky Magi Sect Elders at the back and then back to Huang Xiaolong, “For real?” Looking skeptical on the surface but his heart was delighted at Huang Xiaolong’s arrogance. He wasn’t sure of Huang Xiaolong’s actual strength, but judging from Huang Xiaolong’s aura, Chen Xiaotian was sure Huang Xiaolong hadn’t broken through to Xiantian Seventh Order.
“Correct.” Huang Xiaolong affirmed coolly, catching the flicker of joy in Chen Xiaotian’s eyes; it seems this Chen Xiaotian thinks he will win over me?
The instant Huang Xiaolong’s reply came, one azure and one red light flew out from Chen Xiaotian’s body, merging into a tree above his head.
A giant tree materialized, shrouded in an azure colored gale and dark red flames.
First-rank grade eleven martial spiritーWindfire Tree!
The power of the wind and fire elements instantly filled the grand hall.
Chen Xiaotian wasted no time in merging with his Windifre Tree martial spirit immediately after summoning it. After soul transforming, both of Chen Xiaotian’s arms were crackling and burning with dark red flames; at the same time, azure colored wind swished up and down and around his body.
The soul transformed Chen Xiaotian seized the initiative, launching an attack on Huang Xiaolong. He dashed forward in a blur of azure light with streaks of dark red, at amazing speed, as if he was the embodiment of wind. Not only were Du Xin and Deng Guangliang unable to capture Chen Xiaotian’s movements, even the strongest amongst them, Geng Ken, a peak late-Sixth Order Xiantian could only see vague afterimages. This filled everyone with apprehension.
“Careful, Young Lord!” Geng Ken and the others couldn’t help exclaiming out loud.
Huang Xiaolong branded a soul mark in each of their souls. Being connected at soul level, if Huang Xiaolong died, they too would follow, their souls facing destruction.
Watching Chen Xiaotian coming at him, Huang Xiaolong released his Asura Physique. Black, ebony Wings of Demon spread, and displaying Phantom Shadow at the same time, Huang Xiaolong’s figure disappeared, leaving only a faint shadow in the air.
Chen Xiaotian’s fist struck, piercing through the shadow left behind in Huang Xiaolong’s place, the afterimage shadow puffed away like wisps of smoke.