Chapter 865: Too Weak (2/2)
No doubt these disciples guarding here were following Wangu Yanhui and the others’ command. In fact, Huang Xiaolong even spotted a Yelu Family disciple. But Huang Xiaolong had already discovered these people’s presence before he reached the spatial entrance.
“And if I don’t leave?” Huang Xiaolong asked with a hint of derisive humor in his voice.
“Not leaving?” The Wangu Clan disciple issued an evil chuckle, “Then go die!” His fist punched out, aiming at Huang Xiaolong’s chest, filled with merciless killing intent. Blazing scarlet flames streaked in space, forming a giant fist imprint.
Before this scarlet giant fist imprint, the surrounding lightning turned into bluish mist. This was the Golden Qilin Flame the Wangu Clan’s core disciples possessed in their bloodline.
Watching this, the other disciples retreated far away.
Only after the qilin fire fist arrived in front of him did Huang Xiaolong raise his hand before the wide-shocked eyes of the disciples; this person planned to receive that qilin flame fist with his bare hand?!
“A mid-Second Order Highgod Realm actually wants to take on Brother Dongcheng’s Golden Qilin Flame Fist? Is this punk retarded?” A Mu Clan disciple couldn't help sneering as he watched.
The other disciples were also shaking their heads.
The Golden Qilin Flame Fist was one of the Wangu Clan’s most powerful fist skills. The disciple displaying the attack was called Wangu Dongcheng, with a cultivation at peak late-Second Order Highgod Realm. Even the majority of early Third Order Highgod Realm masters wouldn't have the guts take on the attack barehanded like Huang Xiaolong.
Right when everyone was shaking their heads, that Golden Qilin Flame Fist halted right in front of Huang Xiaolong. He then made a grasping motion, holding the Golden Qilin Flame Fist in this palm, swirling it around like a ball. Like sea foam, that Golden Qilin Flame Fist turned into specks of fire, scattered and disappeared with the wind.
Wangu Dongcheng, that Mu Clan disciple and all other disciples were stupefied, ‘He actually succeeded?’
Looks like it worked.
Wangu Dongcheng’s expression was more than ugly.
“Everyone, don’t be afraid! There are so many of us, and he’s only one mid-Second Order Highgod Realm, nothing but a sitting duck. Let’s work together and kill him!” One of the disciples shouted, inducing the rest.
This disciple was part of the Yelu Family, hence, the intimidated group calmed down and encircled Huang Xiaolong with a ruthless glint in their eyes.
Huang Xiaolong looked in the direction of that Yelu Family disciple; a suction force rushed out from his palm, pulling that disciple in front of him. To that Yelu Family disciple’s horror, he discovered that he couldn't move a finger, his entire body’s godforce controlled by an unknown power, causing him to fly toward Huang Xiaolong.
After pulling over that Yelu Family disciple, Huang Xiaolong’s Archdevil Supreme Godhead began to rotate and a whelming devouring power surged out. Instantly, that Yelu Family’s blood essence and godforce left his body, absorbed by Huang Xiaolong.
Before the petrified faces of the surrounding disciples, the body of that Yelu Family disciple shrunk, becoming a dried corpse. All of this took no longer than two breaths’ time.
“Too weak.” Huang Xiaolong muttered under his breath as he threw the dried corpse to the side, looking at the rest of the disciples.
The surrounding disciples’ faces turned ash gray. All of them turned around to flee, including Wangu Dongcheng.
Huang Xiaolong’s lips curved into a sneer, too lazy to be bothered with these people, disappearing into the entrance in a flicker.
Until Huang Xiaolong disappeared into the entrance, the surviving disciples dared not approach. There was a disciple who already pissed his pants.
A long time later, these disciples braved themselves to come closer, but looking at the dry corpse of that Yelu Family disciple, their faces were deathly pale.