Chapter 612: I Want Your Hailstone Treasure (2/2)
Below the stage, Li Dufeng and the group of inner disciples that followed behind Jiang Bi earlier felt a chill coiled tightly around their hearts, their faces deathly pale.
“I-I’m, I’m wrong, please, sp-spare me.” Jiang Bi’s feeble voice sounded, barely a whisper.
On the viewing stand, the Jiang Family masters’ expressions were as ugly as they could be.
Huang Xiaolong’s face was cold and detached as he lifted a leg and stomped down hard.
A blood-curdling scream from Jiang Bi shook the stage, both of his legs were broke under Huang Xiaolong’s foot.
“I have said this earlier, I will break your legs then throw you off the Rising Dragon Arena.” Huang Xiaolong sneered, flinging Jiang Bi off the stage with a casual flick.
A loud muffled thud sounded below the stage. Jiang Bi’s unconscious figure sprawled below the stage like a dead dog.
“Good, truly my, Feng Yang’s, disciple! Domineering, manly!” While everyone was astounded to the core, a sudden exuberant laughter rang out from the host viewing stand. Feng Yang jumped to his feet, throwing his head back in laughter.
The Black Warrior Institute Grand Elders Chan Yu, Bao Xinrui, and the Elders supporting Feng Yang like Zhang Tianchuan also broke into smiles after recovering from their daze.
Sitting at the same host viewing stand, Wang Na’s expression was as ugly as it could be, just like she had swallowed a fly into her mouth.
At this point, Feng Yang looked over his shoulder at Wang Na, “Old Witch, how is it? My personal disciple is so much stronger than those soft eggs disciples of yours right?”
‘Soft eggs?’ The muscles on Wang Na’s face twitched. Forcing a cold smirk on her face in retort, “Feng Yang, don’t be happy too early. In a while, Jiang Bi’s ending will be Huang Xiaolong’s ending! If you want to be happy, wait until your disciple has won over Xiang Mingzhi!”
Feng Yang harrumphed, returning his attention back to the Rising Dragon Arena. Deep inside, he knew that Huang Xiaolong being able to defeat Jiang Bi had already exceeded most people’s expectations, but how would he fare against Xiang Mingzhi?
After he dealt with Jiang Bi, Huang Xiaolong turned around to face the remaining eight, Liu Xiaoshi, He Can, and the rest.
By reflex, Liu Xiaoshi and the rest took a step back.
“Make your move.” Huang Xiaolong said calmly.
On the contrary, all eight took another step back, adamant in not being the one to make the first move.
Facing this situation, Huang Xiaolong’s silhouette disappeared in a flicker, left with no option but act himself. Subsequently, Liu Xiaoshi, He Can, and the remaining six were tossed off the stage by Huang Xiaolong, all using a single move.
After clearing the stage, the Mulberry Sword appeared in Huang Xiaolong’ hand, its tip pointed at Xiang Mingzhi at the Azure Dragon Institute’s viewing stand, “Xiang Mingzhi, come down to receive your death!”
Xiang Mingzhi, come down to receive your death!
How domineering!
All eyes instantly zoomed on Xiang Mingzhi on the viewing stand.
Come down to receive death?! Killing intent erupted in his eyes. Xiang Mingzhi leaped into the air, landing gracefully on the Rising Dragon Arena, his cold gaze glaring at Huang Xiaolong, “Huang Xiaolong, you think defeating trash like Jiang Bi in one move qualifies you to battle me? In my eyes, you’re just the same as Jiang Bi, a piece trash! All your Black Warrior Institute inner disciples are all useless trash!”
The Black Warrior Institute disciples below the stage were enraged.
An icy light gleamed in Feng Yang’s eyes.
Huang Xiaolong’s icy smile did not reach his eyes, “In a little while, I will break both of your legs and then toss you off the Rising Dragon Arena so that everyone can understand who the real trash is! So that everybody can understand that the Azure Dragon Institute inner disciples are all trash!”
On the viewing stand, disciples of the Azure Dragon Institute glowered and shouted with fury. Feng Yang’s expression turned better, laughing loudly as he shouted ‘good’.
Xiang Mingzhi’s killing intent turned sharper, revealing a sinister smile, “Huang Xiaolong, there’s little meaning in competing like this, let us each take out something as betting stake.”
“What do you want to bet?” Huang Xiaolong asked coldly.
“The Hailstone Treasure should be in your hands, right?” Xiang Mingzi laughed, “I want your Hailstone Treasure!”
The Hailstone Treasure!
Dumbstruck faces could be seen in the crowd, all of them turning to Huang Xiaolong in disbelief. Feng Yang, Wang Na, Bao Xinrui, Chan Yu, and all the Black Warrior Institute upper echelon were hardly able to stop themselves from jumping to their feet.
Huang Xiaolong’s eyes narrowed, but he did not deny, instead, he retorted in a derisive manner, “Then what are you taking out for the bet? The Azure Dragon Institute’s treasure vault? Don’t say you want to bait a white wolf with an empty hand[1] by merely using one piece of saint grade spirit stone?”
1. getting something for nothing