Chapter 423: Crippling the Fire Horse (1/2)

The man from before was nowhere to be seen. Instead, a massive horse was standing on the stage. The hoofs, the mane, and the tail were made from flames; the fur itself was crimson like blood.

But the magnificent sight of the Fire Horse did not last long before it was destroyed by Xue Wei.

A resounding thunderclap echoed throughout the entire area, as a lightning bolt the size of a grown man's arm shot down on top of the leader of the soldiers.

Although he was able to withstand a thousand flames, lightning was different, and a neigh of pain erupted from the Fire Horse's throat.

The Fire Horse reeled backward from the hit of the lightning bolt, but not long after, another, even thicker lightning bolt descended from the skies, landing on top of the Fire Horse once more.

Realizing that no matter where he moved to, the lightning would follow him, the Fire Horse grit his teeth. Smoke was coming out from the skin and the flesh of the soldier leader as the lightning was charring his flesh.

Since he could not avoid the lightning, he would head towards Xue Wei, and they would have to face it together!

Seeing the desperate but also hate-filled eyes of the Fire Horse as it was advancing towards him, Xue Wei quickly guessed his thoughts, but he just snorted in disdain.

This was his thunder and lightning. How could it possibly hurt him?

When the Fire Horse appeared next to Xue Wei, Xue Wei did not waste any time. He looked at the horse, a cold gleam flashing in his eyes.

Kick of the Forgotten Kings!

This was one of his oldest attacks, but it was one that never got old fashioned. It was an attack that relied solely on one's Qi, and Xue Wei's Qi had undergone the most intense purification that was possible, not to mention that no one below the King rank could rival the density of his Qi.

When he lashed out with his leg, a lightning bolt as thick as a grown man's leg also arrived at the same time, and the leader of the soldier was unable to withstand the combined attack. He instantly collapsed on the stage, blood trickling out from the cracks in his body which were like charcoal.

Xue Wei glanced at the defeated soldier; his eyes were cold. Although he had charred all of them, making them unable to leave their beds for at least a few months, he still felt that he had been merciful.

If they had been the winners, it would not be enough to be in bed for a few months, Xue Wei would have become a cripple.