Chapter 2266: Thought of One Possibility (1/2)

A black-hearted smile flashed over Huang Xiaolong’s face upon hearing that, “I hope you would have this chance.”

Seconds later, Jiang Tian, Huang Zhouping, and the rest of the Holy Alliance disciples sped away.

Looking at the ruins on the Myriad Dragon Peak, Huang Xiaolong’s face was even gloomier.

Tomorrow!

Huang Xiaolong’s gaze was fixed on Huang Zhouping’s figure, with undisguised bloodthirst, until Jiang Tian, Huang Zhouping, and the rest were completely out of his sight. Huang Xiaolong sat cross-legged in the air right above the Myriad Dragon Peak and then closed his eyes to adjust his breathing as he waited for the next day to come.

Huang Xiaolong did not make any move to clear or restore the ruins and destruction on the Myriad Dragon Peak. Everything will have to wait until tomorrow’s arena battle ends.

Someone else would help him rebuild the entire Myriad Dragon Peak when it was the right time!

The sky gradually darkened. The darkness held a mysterious charm as the moon hanging in the sky softly lit it up.

Huang Xiaolong sat cross-legged in the air like a statute.

Under the Holy Alliance’s deliberate propagation, the news that Huang Xiaolong and Huang Zhouping’s battle would take place the following day spread through the entire Holy Gate headquarters in less than a day. The millions of Holy Gate headquarters were in an uproar.

Some disciples were worried that they would reach the arena too late and miss the battle. Hence they set off to the arena despite it being the middle of the night, hurrying there to get a good spot.

Some even used the Swift Talisman they had that they wouldn’t bear to use at other times to increase their speed.

This was the first time ever something like a battle between two Holy Princes was going to take place. Therefore, the Holy Gate disciples who were at the headquarters at this point didn’t want to miss the chance of spectating a battle of this magnitude.

The darkness of the night slowly gave way to the approaching dawn.

When the first ray of sunlight hit the land, Huang Xiaolong, who had been keeping his meditative posture, opened his eyes and stood up.

Just as Huang Xiaolong was about to fly towards the arena for the battle, a big flying ship appeared on the horizon in the distance. The Chief Hall Master Yang Jiangzhi stepped onto the starboard, and respectfully said, “Your Highness Holy Prince Huang Xiaolong, allow me to take you there!”

Huang Xiaolong did not refuse as he nodded his head at Yang Jingzhi and boarded the ship.

After the flying ship picked up Huang Xiaolong, it turned into a streak of light as it flew away.

“Your Highness Holy Prince Huang Xiaolong, you really want to battle in the arena?” Yang Jingzhi hesitated for quite a while before deciding to ask.

Huang Xiaolong smiled, and replied half-jokingly, “Can it be false then?”

Yang Jingzhi’s lips moved, wanting to persuade Huang Xiaolong further, but Huang Xiaolong spoke before him, “Chief Hall Master Yang Jingzhi, I know you are persuading me out of kindness, but I have already made my decision. So, you need not say anymore. I know that you and the rest are not optimistic about me, and you picking me up today is probably your last favor!” Then Huang Xiaolong chuckled, “Still, rest assured that this won’t be the last time you see me. Let’s have a drink after I kill Huang Zhouping.”

As he saw Huang Xiaolong’s relax demeanor and his mood to still joke around with him, Yang Jingzhi inwardly shook his head.

“Sure, as long as you don’t disdain that my wine is not good.” Yang Jingzhi didn’t know how to persuade Huang Xiaolong, and said what he could.

Huang Xiaolong smiled and said, “As the Holy Gate’s Chief Hall Master, your wine can’t be worse than a new Holy Prince like me who just entered the Holy Gate, right?”

Both laughed in response.

“If Your Highness Holy Prince really returns victorious, I will take out the Fire Wind Origin Elements Wine that I have been saving for a billion years, and the two of us will drink to our hearts’ content!”

Affected by Huang Xiaolong’s positivity, Yang Jingzhi promised in a sonorous voice.

Huang Xiaolong grinned, “Then, I have to win no matter what!”

The two continued to talk and laugh as the flying ship sped onwards. One wouldn’t even know that Huang Xiaolong would be battling for his life in the arena at all.

Two hours later, the flying ship stopped in midair.

Situated on the large mountain peak before them was a glistening bronze stage in an arena. The four sides of the massive bronze stage were covered with holy runes, exuding a sacred aura, outwards, in the four directions.

This was the arena’s holy stage!

The one and only holy stage in the Zhuoyuan Holy Gate.

Rays of brilliant holy light seemed to float out from the holy stage.

At the very center of the holy stage was an enormous ancient word ‘battle.’ The word ‘battle’ easily roused the disciples’ blood to surge with a desire to battle.

Huang Xiaolong and Yang Jingzhi's appearance as they flew out from the flying ship drew a strong reaction from the crowd of disciples in the arena.

“He is our Holy Gate’s new Holy Prince Huang Xiaolong?! It’s a surprise that Chief Hall Master Yang Jingzhi actually sent him over personally!”

“What new Holy Gate's Holy Prince? After today, he’s nothing but a corpse! I think the Chief Hall Master Yang Jingzhi pities him. That’s why he gave him one last ride!”

Clear mocking words came from the crowd in the distance.

Most of these disciples who were mocking Huang Xiaolong were members of the Holy Alliance.

Huang Xiaolong was unaffected by these noises in the slightest as he whistled across the air and descended on the bronze holy stage, directly standing on the word ‘battle’ as he waited for Huang Zhouping to arrive.

Not long after Huang Xiaolong descended on the battle stage, he saw a group of people flying over at high speed from the distance consisting of Jiang Tian, Huang Zhouping, Wu Shi, Zheng Yongjia, and others.

Huang Xiaolong’s gaze was fixed on Zhang Wenyue who was behind Huang Zhouping. As he saw that Zhang Wenyue was unharmed, his heart eased slightly.

Zhang Wenyue spotted Huang Xiaolong from afar, and her eyes immediately turned red with tears as she cried out, “Young Master!”

Tears rolled down her face remembering her father and brother’s tragic deaths.