Chapter 889: Could His Son Really Protect Himself? (1/2)

“He was heading to the Black Warrior Institute?” Gudu Batian’s gaze turned sharp and chilling, “Then I shall make a trip there and ask that biddy Wang Na.”

While Gudu Batian was prepared to consume a large portion of his godforce to perform Greater Space Teleportation all the way there, an indifferent voice rang in the hall, “I don’t think that’s necessary.”

The unfamiliar voice was too abrupt, startling Gudu Batian and the group of Grand Elders.

Before the wary eyes of Gudu Batian, a figure slowly walked into the hall through the entrance. When he got a look at that person’s face, Gudu Batian was dazed for a second, then a bit doubtful, “Huang Xiaolong?”

This figure was naturally Huang Xiaolong.

After killing Gudu Ye, Jiang Wuhuang, Wang Dingyi, and Zhu Chu, he knew it would alert the Jiang, Gudu, Wang, and Zhu Families, thus he decided to deal with these four families’ Ancestors before they could react.

As Huang Xiaolong walked into the hall, his gaze swept over the faces of the Grand Elders present and Gudu Batian, commenting, “Everyone’s here, all the better.”

Gudu Batian’s face tightened, “Huang Xiaolong, what are you doing here in my Gudu Family’s main residence? Don’t get arrogant just because you have Feng Yang and the Ascending Moon Old Man as Masters, thinking I won’t dare to kill you. Roll out of here now! Remember, not walk, not run, but roll!”

After Gudu Batian found out that his son Gudu Ye had been murdered, his reason was close to breaking point. He was blinded by fury and killing intent, and this Huang Xiaolong suddenly appearing in his territory and saying something inconceivable like ‘everyone’s here, all the better’ incensed him further.

If it was any other person, Gudu Batian would have slapped the intruder to death without a word instead of wasting effort in telling that person to roll out.

Huang Xiaolong flashed Gudu Batian a faint smile, “And if I don’t?”

Gudu Batian’s pupils needled, “Then you can go and die!” His palm had already struck toward Huang Xiaolong even before his last word sounded, followed by earth element godforce flooding out from Gudu Batian’s body.

Affected by Gudu Batian’s earth element godforce, the entire hall’s floor crack and sank into the ground. The present Grand Elders swayed unsteadily, sinking together with the floor, few unlucky ones were even buried into the soil up to their waist.

Watching Gudu Batian’s palm closing in, Huang Xiaolong responded with a casual wave of his palm.

That seemingly horrifying palm strike imbued with roiling earth element godforce trembled and burst softly in midair, whereas Gudu Batian himself was blasted in the opposite direction as if he were hit by a sledgehammer. His body slammed heavily into the wall behind him.

The whole section of the wall crumbled, burying him in a heap of rubble.

Looking at Gudu Batian’s sorry state, the Grand Elders looked at Huang Xiaolong wide-eyed, confounded. In that moment, their minds were blanked even as they saw Huang Xiaolong approaching Gudu Batian.

“You, who are you?” Gudu Batian’s voice came from underneath the rubble as he pushed his way out, struggling to his feet. Disregarding the thick dust all over himself, Gudu Batian warily watched Huang Xiaolong.

Around two hundred years ago, Feng Yang held a grand apprenticeship ceremony, receiving Huang Xiaolong as his personal disciple, and Gudu Batian attended that ceremony. At that time, Huang Xiaolong’s cultivation hadn't even reached the God realm. In Gudu Batian’s eyes, an ant had more worth than that Huang Xiaolong. At most, he was just ordure left behind by an ant.

He couldn't believe, refused to believe that, in a short two hundred years, that same Huang Xiaolong could grow to the point of sending him flying with a single palm.

Huang Xiaolong remained silent. He pulled Gudu Batian before him, and his Archdevil Supreme Godhead’s devouring power roared to life.

Similarly to Gudu Ye, Jiang Wuhuang, and the others, Gudu Batian immediately sensed his body’s blood essence and godforce slipping away at a rapid rate, out of his control. Panic, fear, and despair clutched his heart.

“In fact, the other reason I came here today is to tell you that I’m the one who killed your son.” Huang Xiaolong spoke in a flat tone.

“You!” Gudu Batian’s eyes rounded in fury.

“Your Gudu Family will be erased from the Black Tortoise Galaxy very soon.” Huang Xiaolong coldly added, “Naturally, other than your Gudu Family, there are also the Jiang Family, Wang Family, as well as the Zhu Family.”

Not wanting to delay any further, Huang Xiaolong increased the speed of his Archdevil Supreme Godhead’s devouring power.

Almost in the blink of an eye, all of Gudu Batian’s blood essence and godforce had dried up. Then a small fireball shot out from Huang Xiaolong’s finger, landing on Gudu Batian’s dried corpse and burning it to ashes.