Chapter 1788: Rest Assured, Imperial Father (1/2)

The majority had fantasized themselves killing Huang Xiaolong. Not only could they collect the five million low-grade chaos spirit stones, but they could also obtain the supreme treasures on Huang Xiaolong.

Hence, during the preliminary round, various disciples had searched high and low for Huang Xiaolong inside the Heavenly Court Secret region.

Now, these Emperor Palaces’ disciples stood petrified.

Had they found Huang Xiaolong inside the Heavenly Court Secret Region, then…!

The purple flames on Huang Xiaolong’s palm grew larger, and everyone heard cracking noises from Lan Tailong’s two supreme godheads.

All eyes turned towards the two supreme godheads in the air, and they saw fine spiderweb-cracks on their surface.

A moment later, the two supreme godheads broke into many pieces.

This scene shocked the crowd further.

Lan Tailong’s two supreme godheads were infinitely close to king of supreme godheads. In general, there was almost nothing that could destroy this rank of the supreme godhead. Even if a top-grade grandmist spiritual artifact was slashed on it a million times, there wouldn’t be a crack on the supreme godhead. Yet, they had actually crumbled into pieces under Huang Xiaolong’s purple flames in a few short moments!

Even the Heavenly Prince Di Jing looked solemn.

What kind of flame is that?!

Heavenly Emperor Di Jun felt like Huang Xiaolong’s purple flames looked familiar, but he couldn’t be sure.

“Huang Xiaolong, I’m going to kill you!” Chen Wenqian roared from afar. His voice was hoarse with anger, after watching Lan Tailong’s two supreme godheads shatter.

Even after a cultivator’s soul was destroyed, if his godhead remained intact, there was the slimmest chance of resurrecting. But now, even Lan Tailong’s supreme godheads had shattered. That was real death, without even a fraction of a millionth chance of resurrection!

When Chen Wenqian barely got up from the ground, he violently coughed up blood.

The odd beast’s two claw strikes from earlier had injured Chen Wenqian greatly, and he couldn’t even stand steadily.

Huang Xiaolong watched without any expression. Then he turned to the referee, who was on the edge of the battle stage, and said, “The battle has ended, right?”

At this point, no matter how he tried, his voice did not sound as calm as he had wanted to, and it was quivering like the strings of a zither.

However, after Zhou Han’s announcement, there was no thunderous applause from the crowd; there were no cheers or triumphant shouts. The world was silent as the various Emperor Palaces’ disciples looked at Huang Xiaolong with fear, still immersed in the scene of Huang Xiaolong killing Lan Tailong.

Huang Xiaolong leisurely walked off the stage.

“Excellent!” While the world was enveloped in solemn silence, Bei Xiaomei shouted at the top of her lungs.

Huang Xiaolong glanced in her direction and saw Bei Xiaomei clapping her hands with a bright smile on her face. Under the sunlight, her fair, slender arms were a pretty sight.

This girl! A smile finally spread over Huang Xiaolong’s face.

“Very good!” Zhao Lei joined in with his sonorous laughter.

A second later, thunderous cheers erupted from the Fortune Emperor Palace’s disciples, reverberating through the plaza. Every disciple of the Fortune Emperor Palace wore an expression of smug pride and glory on their faces.

During the preliminary round, the Fortune Emperor Palace’s disciples were hunted by the disciples from the Brightness Emperor Palace and Fiend God Emperor Palace. They had to turn tail and run every time they came across other Emperor Palaces’ disciples, but now, the fury and depression they had been suppressing erupted at this moment.