Chapter 353 - The Whole World Hoodwinked (1/2)

The Beacon burst with flecks of golden sparkles as scarlet torrents of flames escaped its sprout to melting and blowing up rocks and even mountains to kingdom come.

Whatever provenance or abilities Orlov’s Beacon held, it must be a Sacred Relic of the highest order.

Audiences from all around Earth watching the live broadcast dropped their jaws with amazement.

Chu Xun, the Devil who had wreaked havoc with impunity across the West, was now fleeing for his life. Never did anyone expect to see the hunter now turned into the hunted.

For reasons unknown, a strange sense of schadenfreude loomed in their minds.

“To where will you flee, Devil!” bellowed Orlov triumphantly, clutching the Beacon while staying in pursuit of Chu Xun.

Chu Xun smirked derisively, “You look like you could use some rest. Look at yourself; you’re getting slow. You use that trump card of yours all you want, but it’s useless if you can’t hit me.”

Incensed, Orlov knew Chu Xun spoke truly. He possessed something that could kill Chu Xun, but it was frustrating that any attack he hurled at him barely grazed him.

“How dare you speak such haughty words, even in such dire times, Devil! Stop if you dare! Let us fight fairly!”

Chu Xun ignored him. “The only reason trash like you is not yet decimated by me with only one single stroke, is exactly because of that weapon you’re holding.”

A motley of shame and anger roiled inside Orlov. If only he could incinerate that loud-mouthed bastard into ashes! “Stop right there, Devil, or I’ll trample my way into Huaxia and lay waste to the entire domain of the Huaxia Martial Tao World!”

“Be my guest,” Chu Xun responded flatly.

For one moment, Orlov thought he had heard wrongly. “Without the speeds that you wield, no one will survive my onslaught!” he threatened again.

“I’ve suddenly had this urge to look around the West. Perhaps I might stop by the branch sanctums of the Holy Temple while I’m at it,” smirked Chu Xun.

Orlov shuddered. “There’s no “stopping by”! It’s a threat! A blatant threat to pillage and destroy the branch sanctums of the Holy Temple!”

“And you think I’d not be able to do anything to stop you, Devil?” sneered Orlov.

Chu Xun bobbed his head with not a shred of hesitation.

Orlov needed a deep breath to keep his rage in check. “Insolent mongrel,” he cursed quietly.

“Using that weapon must have exhausted you a lot, innit?” teased Chu Xun sardonically, “I wonder how many times you can still use it?”

That struck Orlov like the sudden and heavy toll of a bell. Chu Xun had guessed his greatest apprehension. Being the Holy Temple’s most hallowed and powerful Sacred Relic, there was only so many times he could use it before he became completely exhausted. For this reason, he had been pausing to bicker with Chu Xun so that he could steal some time to rest.

Knowing this full well, Chu Xun had no intention to allow Orlov any chance to rest and he fired a purplish bolt of energy at him.

That forced Orlov to duck aside and interrupted his break.

“Let’s see if you can take this without using that lamp of yours,” sneered Chu Xun this time. He punched into the air, firing another bolt that screamed through the air, bearing on Orlov.

Orlov leaped side again to evade the blow that smacked right into the molten magma, causing an angry burst of cinders.

Hmm… Chu Xun wondered.

It struck him as odd. Somehow, Orlov seemed to be able to move even before his blows came, as if he had very acute senses?

“How many can you avoid?” Chu Xun snarled.

With his fists balled firmly, he swung his arms again and again, sending a dozen-or-so spate of purplish bolts into the air at Orlov.

Orlov reeled with disbelief at what he saw raining in at him. One of the blows smashed into the magma near him, causing some to skitter up and splashed on his arm, scalding him so badly that he nearly dropped the Beacon.

Then came the rest of the deluge of destructive missiles.

Panicking, Orlov quickly channeled his powers and activated the Beacon again, which began to glow brightly like a star.

Woosh!

A burst of vividly-red flames sprayed out its sprout and disintegrated the hailstorm of fist-like projectiles into nothingness.

Like vengeful beasts, the flames went on and surged at Chu Xun.

Turning into a flash of light, Chu Xun vanished and the flames hit where he was standing before, turning the rock into more molten liquid.

A scoffing Chu Xun landed on the top of another mountain peak, about to turn back to leer at Orlov again when his face fell suddenly as a strange premonition dawned over him out of nowhere, causing his hair to stand.

A scarlet-red fist fell from the sky, aiming straight at him. With his lightning-quick reflexes, he shot away speedily, but it was not enough; the shock wave from the blast caught him, careening him into a terrible crash far away.

Bang!

The initial blast leveled the entire mountaintop he was just standing on seconds before, leaving only a huge mound of gravel and broken rocks.

Chu Xun paused when he reached another hilly knoll, stopping to steady his churning insides. The blow just now nearly caused him internal injuries. Yet he knew he needed to move and he sped away quickly.

Boom!

He was right; another fist came crushing down and destroyed the hill.

Seething, Chu Xun looked around. Until now, he failed to see who it was trying to attack him.

Woosh!

He barely came to a steady stop when the True Flames from the Beacon came rushing at him like a flood, the horrible swelter of the flames singing off his hair causing his skin to sizzle.

With a light-footed dip on the ground, he shot as quickly as he could like a bullet.

Then he saw it: an unknown figure barreling into him like a bolt of lightning.

Having forced to be on the defensive angered Chu Xun and he vented it by spinning around and delivered a punch with every iota of strength he could muster, and the blow collided with a bolt fired by this stranger, resulting in another explosion.

Boom!

Waves of massive pressure rolled in all directions as Chu Xun slammed into the rock face of a cliff like a cannonball, plunging deep into the rock that half of him got stuck inside.

Then came another gigantic fist from the sky, its gargantuan weight and force causing even the air to warp and crackle.

Boom!

That destroyed the cliff, causing everything to collapse on Chu Xun, burying him alive under all the rocks and debris.

Everything happened so quickly, catching Chu Xun unawares, and the incredible strength of the stranger showed that Chu Xun was no match for him at all.

Every single person watching the live broadcast was left dazed and speechless by this.

Who could that stranger be?!

Hardly anyone could tear their eyes off their screens.

The person stopped at last, hovering gently over the sea of flowing magma.

Clad in lavish episcopal robes of a full flowing white and topped with a golden diadem was a man with hairs and beard fully white as snow and upon his face was an unmistakable smile of confidence and victory.

“Dammit, that old senile…” the Chief of the Dark Guild could not hold back his shock as he inadvertently rose from his chair.