Chapter 2509: You’re Not Qualified (2/2)

With his hands clasped behind his back, Huang Xiaolong stared at Su Biqing. “If you can take a single attack from me, I’ll let you live.”

Su Biqing froze in his steps, and he stared at Huang Xiaolong with an incredulous look in his eyes. He roared with laughter in the next moment. “You’ll spare me?! Bullsh*t! Huang Xiaolong you really managed to frighten me with all the crap you spewed. Here’s a suggestion. If you can take on a strike from me with half my strength, I’ll kneel on the ground and call you my ancestor!”

Su Biqing was angered beyond belief by what Huang Xiaolong said.

“There’s no need for that. You’re not qualified,” Huang Xiaolong shook his head and chuckled softly.

Su Biqing nearly exploded in rage. Was he not qualified to be Huang Xiaolong’s descendant?!

Bai Buren and the others had a feeling that Huang Xiaolong was crazy. If he wasn’t crazy, how could he speak of such things?

“Hahaha! I’m not qualified! I’m not qualified to be your descendant!” Killing intent emerged from his body as a sea of dark green poisonous qi surged towards Huang Xiaolong.

When everyone thought that Huang Xiaolong was about to be crushed into meat paste, a golden figure emerged from his head. Before anyone could react, golden light filled their surroundings, and Su Biqing was sent flying.

Su Biqing crashed into the blood stele and his arrogant appearance could no longer be seen.

A buzzing sound filled the skies as Su Biqing’s blood flowed off the surface of the blood stele.

With his blood, the stele seemed to shine even more brilliantly.

Xiao Lengxue was shocked.

He wasn’t the only one as everyone stared at Huang Xiaolong in disbelief.

The only person who wasn’t surprised was Lin Xiaoying.

None of them looked at Su Biqing’s sorry appearance. Instead, everyone’s gaze was fixed on the golden figure behind Huang Xiaolong.

Holy soul!

Like everyone else who had died at Huang Xiaolong’s hands, a trace of disbelief flashed through the minds of everyone present.

One of the disciples who was there to watch the show kicked the disciple in front of him, and a wretched cry rang through the skies. “Why did you kick me?!”

“Oh sh*t! I’m not dreaming!”

In a fit of rage, the disciple who was kicked turned around and sent the other party flying. “Of course, it’s real!”

Xiao Lengxue, Bai Buren, She Nanfeng, and everyone else who thought that they were dreaming snapped back to attention. The cry broke through the last line of defenses in their heart.

Huang Xiaolong really formed his holy soul!

As they stared at the golden figure, they couldn’t shift their gaze anywhere else.

“Xiao Lengxue, it’s your turn,” Huang Xiaolong’s voice cut through the air.

Finally regaining his sanity, Xiao Lengxue glared at Huang Xiaolong and a weird feeling welled up in his heart. He sucked in a cold breath, and he spoke to Bai Buren, “Brother Bai, Huang Xiaolong has killed too many disciples of the Holy Lands Alliance. Aren’t you thinking of taking revenge?”

Turning to She Nanfeng, he continued, “Brother Nanfeng, I’m sure the Holy Race won’t allow Huang Xiaolong to keep growing. If he’s allowed to mature, I’m afraid even if everyone joins hands, we’ll be exterminated by this brat!”

His objective was clear. He wanted to pull them both into an alliance to slay Huang Xiaolong!