Chapter 1788: Rest Assured, Imperial Father (2/2)
The waves of cheers and laughter from the Fortune Emperor Palace’s group grew increasingly louder. These cheers and laughter sounded harsh in the Brightness Emperor Palace’s disciples ears.
Chen Wenqian and Chen Wenxin, who were being helped up by several Brightness Emperor Palace’s disciples, looked uglier than ever. Chen Wenqian’s hateful gaze was fixed on Huang Xiaolong, who was stepping down from the stage. His gaze was nothing less than wanting to swallow Huang Xiaolong alive.
Huang Xiaolong returned to zone sixty-one. He sensed Chen Wenqian’s strong killing intent, but he remained unbothered.
“What divine fire is that purple flame? It’s so terrifying that it was capable of incinerating Lan Tailong’s supreme godheads!” Yan Tianchen, by Di Jun’s side, spoke in a hushed whisper, still in shock.
“Even the Desolate Era’s divine fires are not this frightening!” Xiao Yi, too, was genuinely astonished.
Heavenly Emperor Di Jun’s eyes glimmered, seemingly pondering about something.
“Jing’er,” he suddenly called.
Heavenly Prince Di Jing was surprised but responded promptly, “I am here, Imperial Father.”
“Do you still have the confidence to defeat Huang Xiaolong?” Di Jun’s voice was low and severe.
Initially, he had absolute confidence in his son Di Jing’s strength, but now, his confidence was slightly shaken after witnessing Huang Xiaolong kill Lan Tailong on the battle stage.
Lan Tailong’s cultivation was at the peak late-Seventh Order Heavenly Monarch Realm. He also possessed two supreme godheads, and had reached major completion in the Brightness Divine Saint Manual, condensing ten radiance wings. Moreover, he had even gotten the Brightness Founder’s inheritance and divine soul will, but he was easily killed by Huang Xiaolong!
In fact, Lan Tailong was severely injured by Huang Xiaolong with one punch! The second punch had exploded him! The third move had destroyed Lan Tailong’s soul! And the fourth move had crushed his two supreme godheads!
These had more than proven Huang Xiaolong’s startling strength, no, his terrifying strength!
The Heavenly Prince Di Jing looked at the Heavenly Emperor Di Jun and smiled suddenly—a bright, sunny, and even adorable smile as he stressed to Di Jun, “Rest assured, Imperial Father. If Huang Xiaolong encounters me, he’s bound to die!”
The Heavenly Prince Di Jing exuded a resilient and confident aura, and his confidence stemmed from his own strength.
Di Jun was surprised for a second but then nodded his head smilingly, “That’s good, that’s good. When the time comes, Huang Xiaolong must not be allowed to leave the battle stage alive!”
Huang Xiaolong’s talent was too monstrous. In less than a thousand years of cultivation, he had reached such terrifying heights. Di Jun really couldn’t imagine Huang Xiaolong’s growth if he continued to cultivate further.
He felt a strong sense of unease and disgust whenever he thought of Huang Xiaolong.
Logically speaking, since he had never met Huang Xiaolong before this, these feelings of unease and disgust should not have existed, but they did. These feelings were strong and intense, as if the two of them were archenemies.
“Please rest assured, Imperial Father.” Heavenly Prince Di Jing nodded lightly.
Similar to Huang Xiaolong, Heavenly Prince Di Jing, Fiend God Emperor’s Disciple Feng Chan, and the others finished their first matches. Other battle stages’ matches also came to an end. The sight of Huang Xiaolong killing Lan Tailong had long extinguished the crowd’s desire to watch the battles on other stages.
Soon, the drawings for the second round of matches for the top one hundred rankings’ lots started.
The Fiend God Emperor’s Disciple Feng Chan and the others were trembling when they went up to draw their numbers with Huang Xiaolong.
A while later, the number Huang Xiaolong had drawn came out. It was number eight.
The Fiend God Emperor’s Disciple Feng Chan flipped over the number in his hands, and the instant he saw the number in his hand, his heart nearly jumped out from his chest.