Chapter 1270: Ancestor God Realm Master Arriving! (1/2)
Huang Xiaolong looked away from the burly disciple’s corpse. His cold gaze swept over other disciples that were coming at him with the same intention, before he turned away.
The different sects’ disciples who were rushing towards Huang Xiaolong were frightened to a halt as they saw the burly disciple’s head lying a few feet away from his decapitated body. His eyes had remained wide open in disbelief, as if he hadn’t even realized how he had died. Cold sweat dampened the other disciples’ robes.
Many of them recognized this burly disciple who was still holding a big blade. He was a disciple of the Ghostly Blade Door, called Liu Jin, who was an early Eighth Order Ancient God Realm master. Moreover, he was born with a unique physique, that made his physical defenses stronger than the average cultivators. Yet his head was cut off with a single sword slash by that fatty?!
'What’s that fatty's strength?' Surely, it wasn’t at mid-Sixth Order Ancient God Realm cultivation that they could see on the surface.
In the distance, Shi Long was inwardly shocked that Huang Xiaolong had actually cut off the Ghostly Blade Door disciple Liu Jin’s head with a single sword slash. But he commented indifferently, “It seems like this kid’s quite strong, no wonder he dares to continue collecting these black crystalline rocks even after our arrival.”
Chen Jianfeng snickered, “That little bit of his strength is merely enough to threaten some small sects’ disciples. In front of Senior Brother Shi Long, it’s only a matter of one or two moves before this fatty would crumble down to a miserable defeat.”
Shi Long nodded in agreement and reminded, “Watch that kid, make sure he doesn’t escape.”
Chen Jianfeng reassured him, “Rest assured, Senior Brother.”
Huang Xiaolong’s action had successfully deterred the other disciples. He continued collecting Eidolon Crystalline Rocks with the little cow.
Naturally, the bigger the Eidolon Crystalline Rocks were, the better it was. Therefore, Huang Xiaolong ignored the small ones and focused on the bigger-sized Eidolon Crystalline Rocks.
Huang Xiaolong flew towards a half-meter high Eidolon Crystalline Rock that was not far ahead. At the same time, a mid-Eighth Order Ancient God Realm Short Blade Gate’s disciple also arrived at this same half-meter high Eidolon Crystalline Rock, bearing the same intention as Huang Xiaolong.
That Short Blade Gate’s disciple dazed for a second when he saw Huang Xiaolong, but he soon recovered and warned icily, ”Scram, or I will have to make you scram away? Also, before you do that, I want to remind you that I am not the same as that Ghostly Blade Door disciple Liu Jin.”
Huang Xiaolong retorted nonchalantly, ”I'll also remind you to scram away, before you provoke me to attack you, so SCRAM.”
Needless to say, the Short Blade Gate’s disciple was enraged by Huang Xiaolong’s response. A short blade appeared in his hands and slashed at Huang Xiaolong with a thick killing intent.
Waves of short blade lights surged towards Huang Xiaolong like tidal waves—this was the Short Blade Gate’s supreme technique, the Indomitable Waves Blade.
Almost at the same time, Huang Xiaolong raised his right palm, his index finger and middle penetrated through the waves of short blade lights, directly clamping the original short blade between his fingers.
Everyone was dumbfounded after watching this.
Coldness spread in Huang Xiaolong’s eyes, his two fingers exerted pressure, snapping the short blade into half. With a flick of his wrist, the broken tip of the short blade pierced into his attacker’s neck, followed by another flick of his finger, and the disciple’s head rolled off his shoulder to the ground.
Dead! In that instant, time froze with a heavy silence.
The Short Blade Gate, Golden Phoenix Pavilion, and other sects disciples’ movements froze. Their expressions were a little dazed with disbelief at what had just transpired before their eyes.
Although they were shocked by Huang Xiaolong’s strength, they were more appalled because this fat kid had killed a Short Blade Gate’s disciple!
Shi Long was momentarily dazed. Lightning sizzled in his dark pupils; he disappeared in a blur and in a split second appeared next to his fellow disciple’s corpse. As he looked at the decapitated head on the ground, Shi Long turned to glare icily at Huang Xiaolong, “Initially, I had planned to let you live for another hour, but now, you can go to hell!” A glaring lightning burst out of his palms and completely enshrouded him, as he struck at Huang Xiaolong.