Chapter 742: Entering The Fire World (2/2)

Hence, Huang Xiaolong was the only person who saw that passing master.

Huang Xiaolong calmly answered, “Actually, that was a fabrication on my part.”

“Fabrication?” All six demonic beast clan masters and Wang Qingjiang were all stunned.

“Liang Guang and the rest were killed by me.” Huang Xiaolong added.

Wang Qingjiang and the six demonic beast clan masters were dumbfounded.

A second later, Wang Qingjiang was the first one to burst out laughing, “I say, Cheng Huai’an, are you a fool or do you think we’re idiots? You’re capable of killing Eighth Order God Realm masters?”

At that time, the several of Liang Guang’s subordinates were all Eighth Order God Realm masters.

The six demonic beast clan masters also shook their heads in ridicule.

Huang Xiaolong nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders. Fine, nowadays, no one would believe you when you speak the truth. All of a sudden, Huang Xiaolong lifted his hand and a force sucked that demonic beast clan master named Bixin right into his palm. Exerting force in his single palm, fear rose in that Bixin old man’s eyes. Just as he was about to say something, he had turned into a rain of blood.

Huang Xiaolong flicked out a spark of true immortal essence fire from his finger, burning Bixin’s soul to nothing.

This Bixin was merely a peak late-Ninth Order GodRealm, not even a Tenth Order God Realm. Killing him, Huang Xiaolong didn't need more than a finger.

Wang Qingjiang and the other demonic beast clan masters’ laughter choked in their throats, looking dazedly at old man Bixin that had turned into splatters of blood rain, unable to react for a long time.

Watching them, Huang Xiaolong was too lazy to say anything. With a flick of his hand, the remaining five demonic beast clan masters directly exploded.

“You, you, how can this be?! No, you’re not Cheng Huai’an!” At this time, Wang Qingjiang finally realized the most important point, his face distorted with fear as he stared fixedly at Huang Xiaolong, trembling from head to toe.

“I’ve never claimed to be Cheng Huai’an.” Huang Xiaolong emphasized.

“Who exactly are you?!” Wang Qingjiang stammered, his throat feeling parched.

“Cheng Huai’an and Liang Guang, both of them asked the same question before they died.” Huang Xiaolong shook his head, “This question, you can ask them.” His palm made a grasping gesture in the air.

An invisible giant hand appeared. Wang Qingjiang felt something tighten around his body, and in the next second, the scene before him turned black as his consciousness dissipated.

Huang Xiaolong looked at the spatial ring containing five billion Zhuque coins floating in space. His finger flicked out a spark of true immortal essence fire, incinerating the spatial ring and everything in it. Huang Xiaolong then turned around and left, continuing on toward the Fire World.

Nine days later, Huang Xiaolong stopped some distance away from something that looked like an enormous fireball.

“So, this is the Fire World.” Huang Xiaolong watched, a light flitted across his eyes.

On the surface of the Fire World were swaying flames of various colors. Even before entering it, Huang Xiaolong felt the abundant fire element spiritual energy contained inside.

After a slight thought, Huang Xiaolong’s facial features and stature gradually changed, reverting back to his original physique and face before diving into the Fire World.

Once he entered the Fire World, everything that he saw was fiery red in color.

The mountains were a burning red, the trees were red, even the running rivers below were scarlet in color.

Inside the Fire World, from water to rocks, everything contained the element of fire.

Hot!

This was Huang Xiaolong’s first sensation.

This kind of heat not only affected his physical body, it even exuded pressure on his soul.