Chapter 918: Up To the Twelfth Floor (1/2)

A few more days passed whilst the crowd outside accepted the fact that the person currently on the seventh floor was without a doubt Jiang Xiaosu, when all of a sudden, another figure was sent out from the Hellion Tower’s fifth floor.

Looking at the person who had just emerged, the crowd had either a dazed or stupefied look.

“Jiang Xiaosu?!”

“How could it be Jiang Xiaosu?!”

The square was in a furor.

The devil clan Patriarch Mo Dingtian’s brows were tightly scrunched up. If the person on the seventh floor wasn’t Jiang Xiaosu, who could it be?

The present devil clan Grand Elders and Elders were exchanging silent looks amongst themselves, showing a serious contemplative expression. Other family patriarchs and chiefs wore the same serious expression.

By this time, a number of people were already suspicious, wondering if the person on the eleventh floor really was Devil Son Mo Su.

Some distance away, the Fortune Gate’s Grand Elder Sun Yi hesitated before whispering to Chief Wang Yu, “Chief, do you think the person on the eleventh floor could be that runt Huang Xiaolong?”

Chief Wang Yu’s face turned grim in an instant, but very quickly recovered, shaking his head in disagreement, “Sun Yi, you’re overthinking things, there’s no way it could be Huang Xiaolong. If it was Huang Xiaolong, do you think this matter could be hidden from the ancient devil clan? Moreover, when we discovered that Huang Xiaolong was heading to the City of Devils, I ordered Zhang Lin to keep an eye on the city gates and the Hellion Tower disciple registration location. But Huang Xiaolong has never shown up.”

“That’s right, Grand Elder Sun Yi. Even though that Huang Xiaolong’s talent isn't bad, do you really think he could get all the way up to the eleventh floor?” Another Fortune Gate Grand Elder, Wang Feng, disagreed with Sun Yi.

Sun Yi nodded, “Perhaps it’s just me overthinking things.”

One more month passed.

“Ei, the eighth floor is shining!”

“Someone entered the eighth floor, but who is it?!”

When the Hellion Tower’s eighth floor shone, the crowd started making a ruckus.

“Maybe it’s a low-profile genius disciple of some super force, there’s always one or two that leave their sects occasionally, receiving an order from their sects to challenge the Hellion Tower in order to test their talent and improve their strength.”

“Could it be the Bodhisattva Branch? A few days ago I heard the ancient devil clan lost their Devil Bead, it was said that it was stolen by someone from the Bodhisattva Branch.”

“Not necessarily, I think it’s more likely someone from the Linglong Clan, or the Forsaken Tribe, maybe even a disciple from Celestial Dragon Temple.”

All of a sudden, a disciple in the crowded exclaimed out loud, “What do you think, could it be a disciple of the Ghost Refining Sect?!”

“Ghost Refining Sect?!” A disciple felt a sudden dryness in his throat, “It won’t be the Ghost Refining Sect… right? After all, it's been a good ten thousand years since they’ve last appeared, rarely leaving the Path to Hell.”

The Ghost Refining Sect was concealed within the depths of the Path to Hell, literally an abhorrent sect that made people pale at the mere mention of its name. Every time a Ghost Refining Sect’s disciple appeared, they never failed to raise a storm of carnage, leaving rivers of blood in countless galaxies.

Then again, a Ghost Refining Sect disciple rarely left the Path to Hell. Counting the time, it had been more than ten thousand years since one had appeared in the outside world.

Again, time trickled by as the crowd pounced on another wave of discussion and speculation. Gradually, more than a year passed.

During this time, Devil Son Mo Su had cleared the eighth floor, entering the ninth.

Huang Xiaolong was still sitting in the chaotic universe, still absorbing the star force and gray energy, comprehending the giant’s axe swinging dao.

Another half a year later, Huang Xiaolong who had been sitting still on the eleventh floor slowly opened his eyes.

The entire space shook with this slight movement.

He breathed out a breath of foul qi which turned into countless hurricanes.

“Late Sixth Order Highgod Realm.” Huang Xiaolong’s divine sense traced the changes in himself, his current cultivation was touching the border of peak late-Sixth Order Highgod Realm.