Chapter 2690: You’re Not Qualified to be My Descendant (2/2)
“Today is the day you die!”
As soon as he spoke, he sent his palms flying towards Huang Xiaolong.
Two massive palms glowing red and black seemed to contain the limitless power of the netherworld as they charged towards Huang Xiaolong.
Seas of blood and endless abyss stretched as far as the eyes could see as the nefarious qi swallowed everything in its path.
Vengeful spirits howled in the seas of blood and the cries of devils could be heard echoing in the endless abyss.
“Descent of the Nefarious Divination!”
Elder Ming’s voice resounded through the skies and everyone in the hall retreated in a hurry.
Huang Xiaolong didn’t dare to receive the attack casually as he activated all three dao souls and his twelve high-grade Saint Fates surrounded him. The power of the grand dao poured down from the void like a heavenly river.
The Cangqiong Blade appeared in his hands, and he slashed it across the air.
In the instant he drew the arc across the sky, everyone felt as though Huang Xiaolong had split the world in two.
The blade light flashed and it tore through the seas of blood and endless abyss to arrive before Elder Ming.
Elder Ming widened his eyes and waved his arm as a mysterious light surrounded them. By the time he stopped retreating, he was several miles out. Moreover, he had cut a pretty sorry figure after defending himself from Huang Xiaolong’s Cangqiong Blade strike.
“What?!” Yuan Qianxing, Yuan Wanfei, Jiang Heng, and the others couldn’t believe what they were seeing.
What happened?!
Elder Ming’s expression was jet-black as he spat, “Cangqiong Strike!”
In the past, Huang Xiaolong had executed the same move when he was surrounded by them. The power contained in his attack back then was nothing compared to the slash that had sent Elder Ming flying! Right now, he could see the shadow of the Cangqiong Old Man in Huang Xiaolong!
He also couldn’t believe that a Sixth Resurrection Primal Ancestor at his level would be threatened by Huang Xiaolong’s attack!
Right now, Huang Xiaolong was an existence stronger than Mo Zhi! No! Huang Xiaolong’s combat prowess could put him to shame!
No matter how much he tried to deny it, Huang Xiaolong was indeed stronger than him!
With a mysterious light flashing in his eyes, the Magic Pagoda in his hands shot into the skies to release a ray of black light.
Long Jianfei’s expression sank when he saw the pagoda.
Can it be?
A yell escaped Elder Ming’s lips all of a sudden, and it was as though the heavens exploded. The skies shook as the Magic Pagoda started to enlarge itself. Streams of black light poured down and surged towards Huang Xiaolong.
By reaching out with his right hand, Huang Xiaolong attempted to grab the tower.
“You’re asking to die!” Elder Ming sneered as a trace of joy flashed in his heart.
The black light emitted by the pagoda wasn’t an ordinary attack. It was a type of divination poison that was refined through several trillion years. Even a Primal Ancestor’s dao physique would corrode if they touched the light, and their dao soul would suffer serious damage! They would even be corrupted by the pagoda!
One could only imagine their sorry end if they were corrupted by the pagoda.
While Elder Ming laughed sarcastically at the side, resplendent rays of light emerged from Huang Xiaolong’s arm before he touched the Magic Pagoda.