Chapter 466: Protect the Liege Lord Beast God (1/2)

Chapter 466: Protect the Liege Lord Beast God

Andrew’s palm heavily struck Huang Xiaolong’s chest, rising shock in everyone’s hearts; it ends so fast? One move kill? But then the crowd quickly realized that something wasn’t right, for Andrew’s palm actually penetrated the human’s chest. It was nothing more than an afterimage!

When Andrew’s palm shot through Huang Xiaolong’s chest, the afterimage scattered.

Surprise was evident in Andrew’s eyes as he retrieved his hand. However, Huang Xiaolong appeared again on the same spot as if he hadn’t moved an inch.

This scene shocked the crowd, while Li Molin’s eyes narrowed in a dignified manner. In her eyes, it wasn’t because that human did not move but his speed was too quick, so fast that it looked like he did not move on the surface.

From the moment he vanished and reappeared, there wasn’t a single fluctuation in space, showing that his mastery over space had reached a terrifying level.

Andrew’s face warped grimly.

As the number one expert standing above all beastmen, how would he reign over all beastmen tribes if he failed to kill a mere Seventh Order Saint realm little human brat?

Andrew let out an angry roar, a yellow energy rolled out like raging waves from his body, the color growing more intense and vivid with every second, becoming a dark yellow. At the same time, Andrew’s physical body changed. Muscles and flesh rippled under his skin, bulging under his robe, a head of golden hair, with his face and mouth protruding out as lion whiskers shot out from the sides of his lips.

The aura of a lion king overcast the heaven.

Beast transformation!

After the beast transformation, Andrew’s momentum more than doubled, causing the furrows on Li Molin’s brows deepen even more. The transformed Andrew gave her a sense of foreboding danger.

The rest of Deities Templar experts also lost the relaxed expressions on their faces.

“Die—!” Andrew bellowed, attacking Huang Xiaolong with both palms. The dark yellow energy whirled like it could swallow heaven and earth, a larger than life lion head flickered in and out in the surging yellow energy whirlpool. The roar of a lion king shook the air miles away.

Numerous minuscule space cracks spread out.

Some distance away, the Tiger Tribe Patriarch Chuck and the Saint realm experts jumped to their feet, wanting to rush to Huang Xiaolong’s aid, but an indifferent voice sounded in their ears: “No need!”

Before many astounded faces, a light flashed in Huang Xiaolong’s hand and a beast head rod appeared in everyone’s sight. The eyes of the beast head were a bright crimson. Imbued with Huang Xiaolong’s battle qi, countless beast images flew out from the rod. In an instant, an overwhelming pressure descended on the beastmen in the square, repressing their souls and will.

Every beastman in the square was terrified, trembling where they stood.

The fanatic Lion Tribe Patriarch Andrew that was on the verge of hammering the human into meat paste suddenly froze. The fear on his face mirrored the other beastmen as he stared fearfully at the many beast images in the air like he was witnessing the world’s most terrifying object.

The sudden turn of situation baffled Li Molin and the Deities Templar’s experts; ‘What is happening here?!’

Up until this point, they had yet to figure out the meaning of that beast headed rod in that human’s hand.

Ignoring everything else, Huang Xiaolong slowly walked towards Andrew, step by step.

From the Deities Templar experts’ perspective, Andrew suddenly knelt down before Huang Xiaolong with an expression of absolute terror. Stopping in front of Andrew, Huang Xiaolong channeled more battle qi into the rod and the other end poked hard at Andrew’s torso.

A resounding blast rang in the square, followed by Andrew’s miserable scream as he flew out without any resistance.

Blood of golden red color splattered on the square from the air, conspicuous under the radiant rays of sunlight.

Andrew struggled to get up, but Huang Xiaolong was in front of him, the rod struck another time, just like how the Tiger Tribe Castellan Manor’s steward Ellington was punished before.

Andrew, the beastmen tribes’ number one expert, knelt on his knees again and again as he was struck repeatedly by a human. By the third strike, Li Molin finally regained her reason, realizing that there was something very wrong with Andrew’s behavior.

She and the many Deities Templar’s experts rose to their feet.