Chapter 1147: Bladeless Gate Young Lord (1/2)

The little cow also recognized Hun Dishan and snorted coldly, a malicious gleam in its eyes.

In the distance, Hun Dishan and the four Soul Tribe Grand Elders were searching for the two Asura Kings’ whereabouts when they flew toward Huang Xiaolong’s direction. Hun Dishan did not pay the young man flying towards them any attention, for Huang Xiaolong disguised himself as a Soul Tribe member. Now that Huang Xiaolong appeared with a different face, Hun Dishan naturally couldn't recognize him.

But when his gaze shifted to the little cow, Hun Dishan was stunned for a moment. Then, looking at the two Cloud Devouring Divine Beasts under Huang Xiaolong and the little cow, a cold light gleamed in his eyes.

He had once found two Cloud Devouring Divine Beast corpses with unique but subtle features that he was familiar with, and the two in front of him also had them, exactly the same!

Hun Dishan stopped in front of Huang Xiaolong’s group, his sharp gaze locked on Huang Xiaolong.

“You’re that punk?” Hun Dishan sharply questioned Huang Xiaolong.

Huang Xiaolong smiled nonchalantly, replying, “Soul Tribe Young Lord’s eyesight is quite good, recognizing me so fast.”

“It really is you!” Killing intent erupted in Hun Dishan’s eyes, fury like never before burned in his heart.

If it wasn’t for this damn punk, he wouldn’t have been punished by his father, locked inside the dungeon for a year, where he was tortured by the burning of geocentric fire!

If it wasn’t for this damn punk, he might have probably already succeeded in refining the two Cloud Devouring Divine Beasts, the treasury key would be safe where it was, and an entire hill filled with fifty-million-year-old herbs wouldn't have been stolen, including treasures like the Nether Spirit Beads!

“Young Lord, this kid is?” Watching Hun Dishan’s enraged expression, Grand Elder Hun Xing asked, feeling a little confused.

“He’s the thief that stole our tribe’s treasury key!” Hun Dishan roared, glaring hatefully at Huang Xiaolong.

“What, him?!”

Hun Xing, Hun Cheng, Hun Biwu, and Hun Xin, the Soul Tribe’s Great Four Grand Elders were taken aback, but in the next second, killing intent surged from their bodies. In a flicker, four figures surrounded Huang Xiaolong and the little cow.

“Punk, you’ve got some dog guts to sneak into our Soul Tribe, stealing the treasury key. You even stole an entire hill of fifty-million-year-old herbs, Nether Spirit Beads, and Ancient God Realm godheads!” Hun Xing’s eyes were exceptionally cold.

Seeing that Huang Xiaolong was surrounded by the four Grand Elders, Hun Dishan sneered, “Looks like your illusion technique is quite good, good enough to fool our Eminent Elders guarding the treasury.” His gaze fell onto the two Cloud Devouring Divine Beasts, adding, “It seems you also know a puppetry technique, hehe, and it seems to be very profound, this is really a pleasant surprise for me ah.”

Hun Dishan could tell at a glance that Huang Xiaolong was the one controlling the two Cloud Devouring Divine Beasts, such technique was many times better than his.

He understood very well what it meant to have a powerful controlling technique.

“Ah!” Hun Dishan suddenly exclaimed as if he had just noticed something unbelievable. His widened eyes stared at Huang Xiaolong like a stranger all of a sudden.

A few years back when he hunted Huang Xiaolong, he was just a Sixth Order Heavenly God Realm, but now, this punk was already a late-Ninth Order Heavenly God Realm.

“This, how is this possible?!” Hun Dishan muttered dazedly under his breath.

“Young Lord, what is it? What is impossible?” Hun Cheng asked lowly, there was confusion in his eyes.

Hun Dishan sucked in a breath of cold air, replying, “A few years back when I chased after this punk, he was still a Sixth Order Heavenly God Realm.”

Sixth Order Heavenly God Realm!

Hun Xing and the other three Grand Elders slightly trembled.

“Young Lord, you’re saying that this kid broke through from Sixth Order to late-Ninth Order Heavenly God Realm in a few years?! You, you, are you sure he was only a Sixth Order at that time?” Hun Xing asked.

Hun Dishan nodded, “I remember it clearly.”

The four Soul Tribe Grand Elders’ burning gazes locked onto Huang Xiaolong like they were staring at a chaos treasure.

“The fact that this kid can break through from Sixth Order to Late-Ninth Order Heavenly God Realm in a short few years shows there must be a great secret on him!” Hun Xing’s lit up with expectations.