Chapter 932: Mo Su Wounded (1/2)

Make trouble? Hearing Wang Zhe accusing him of making trouble pushed Huang Xiaolong’s patience over the edge. A sharp gleamed flitted across his eyes.

Noticing this, Wang Zhe mocked, “What? Want to fight?”

Wang Zhe was aware that Huang Xiaolong was no weakling, however, he was a long standing Elder of the Alchemist Grandmaster Union. Even though his alchemy refining skills were lackluster compared to Huang Xiaolong’s, his own cultivation wasn't bad.

He was a peak late-Seventh Order Highgod Realm master, which was why he believed that Huang Xiaolong was no match for him in terms of strength.

Huang Xiaolong’s tone turned icy, “You will regret this very soon.” He then turned and left. In a brief moment before Huang Xiaolong left the square, he sent an unnoticeable line of frigid force into Wang Zhe’s body.

When he was passing by Mo Su, Huang Xiaolong gave him a disdainful glance before looking away.

Mo Su was already fuming after knowing that Huang Xiaolong actually refined those tribulation grade Divine Essence Pellets. Adding on that disdainful glance, the anger he had been reigning in exploded.

“Huang Xiaolong, stop right there for this Devil Son!” Mo Su bellowed, his fist already striking out at Huang Xiaolong’s back.

“Ten Thousand Ghosts Soul-locking Fist!”

In the next moment, devil qi surged high like a tsunami, enveloping heaven and earth in darkness.

Nefarious howling ghost heads appeared, locking onto Huang Xiaolong.

Those ghost heads condensed from Mo Su’s devil qi formed a giant fist with devil symbols swirling around it that covered Huang Xiaolong.

Mo Su was already a peak late-Eighth Order Highgod Realm after he exited the Hellion Tower, and the Ten Thousand Ghosts Soul-locking Fist was one of the ancient devil clan’s supreme techniques, the momentum of this combination made even the masters watching from the edge of the square palpitate.

Just as everyone watching thought that Huang Xiaolong would be vomiting blood after being struck by Mo Su’s sudden attack, Huang Xiaolong spun around, striking out a palm attack of his own in counter.

The Earthen Buddha Palm!

There were no other techniques such as the Godly Xumi Art incorporated into Huang Xiaolong’s attack. It was a straightforward Earthen Buddha Palm that was used to counter Mo Su’s attack.

In a split second, the palm and fist collided. Tremors passed under the crowd’s feet and their ears buzzed from the booming collision. The seemingly powerful Ten Thousand Ghosts Soul-locking Fist exploded in the air; all ten thousand ghost heads scattered like dust and Mo Su himself tumbled in the air like a broken kite, crashing heavily. It did not stop there though. His body rolled until the edge of the square, miserably lying there.

Blood was flowing from Mo Su’s mouth like it wasn't worth a penny.

The crowd was stupefied, sucking in a breath of cold air as their senses returned.

Wang Zhe felt his heartstrings twitch, he hadn't expected Mo Su to end up so embarrassing. After all, he was a peak late-Eighth Order Highgod Realm master, not only had his sneak attack failed, he was even sent flying by Huang Xiaolong!

Cold sweat trickled down Wang Zhe’s back remembering that he had just taunted Huang Xiaolong moments ago. Had Huang Xiaolong really acted just now…!

Goosebumps ran down Wang Zhe’s neck imagining the worst possibility.

Huang Xiaolong spared no glance at the figure that had rolled to the edge of the square. He turned and left with astonished gazes following him.

The devil clan masters were enraged, but just as they wanted to encircle Huang Xiaolong, their impulsive actions were stopped by Elder Mo Zhenru.

Mo Zhenru watched as Huang Xiaolong left the square, making no move to stop him.

Not long after he left the square, another light flickered and a figure stepped out from one of the isolated chambers, Wangu Ye. When he stepped out from his chamber, the first thing he saw was Mo Su lying in a puddle of his own blood, something that genuinely shocked him.

In a few short moments, he inwardly summarized what happened to Mo Su from the noisy crowd, which caused his shock to multiply.

Huang Xiaolong did this!

A peak late-Eighth Order Highgod Realm Mo Su was sent flying by Huang Xiaolong with a single palm strike!

This…!

‘This matter must be reported to the Patriarch at the earliest!’ Wangu Ye noted, still feeling shocked in his heart.

Although their Wangu Clan had a friendly stance towards their association with Huang Xiaolong, it wasn't to the point of publicly standing on Huang Xiaolong’s side in the matter against the Fortune Gate. But now, in Wangu Ye’s eyes, it seemed their clan would need to reevaluate their stance towards Huang Xiaolong.