Chapter 821 - Cut Off (1/2)

Cut Off

Robber Seven moved his eyeballs, straining to listen to the battle on Shao Xuan’s end. He wished to look into that direction but his neck wasn’t complying at all. Perhaps this was his rawest and innate instinct- the long-fanged sharp-clawed monster that was nearest to him should be his priority. The monster was definitely life-threatening.

Creak—Bam!

The metal chains around Gan Qie snapped apart violently at each link. This seemed to trigger a chain reaction.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

A quick series of crisp snappings could be heard. Gan Qie had broken the chain into tiny pieces and its remnants were scattered on the ground.

Sand-yellow flames rolled out of Gan Qie’s body in waves. It spread around the area. Countless flying grass bits dried up mid-air and fell to the ground like a rain of sand.

Each breath taken by Gan Qie sounded like heavy breathing of a vicious beast devouring flesh and blood. The red glow in his eyes had gotten much more intense. His tough and sharp phalanges were like ten top-grade blades scratching against the metal chains. It created an ensemble of piercing noises and fire sparks.

The six dark-clothed figures weren’t the only ones in shock. Even Ci Du and the others, who felt like they knew Gan Qie considerably well, were slack-jawed at the current situation.

Those weren’t human fingers, were they? It would’ve been more reasonable to call them tough weapons made by an excellent blacksmith! Or else, how was it possible for THAT to deliver such an effect?!

Gripping the broken metal chains that were threatening to escape tight, Gan Qie gave it a sudden tug, pulling a dazed dark-clothed figure to his front. Before the enemy could escape, Gan Qie’s palm was already clenching at his jugular. Judging by his momentum, Gan Qie was probably thinking about landing a bite. Yet, before he could deliver said damage, he instinctively threw the person away like a sack of rubbish. He acted almost as if he had smelled something rancid off the enemy.

The thrown dark-clothed figure landed violently in the woods nearby. After breaking several thick tree trunks, he finally came into contact with the ground. The harsh momentum made him skid across the grass patch for a while before everything halted. He let out an agonizing groan, finding it difficult to get up again.

Gan Qie’s blood-red eyes couldn’t care less about the condition of his enemy. He looked away from the woods and began moving towards another dark-clothed figure.

Locking gazes with the terrifying crimson eyes, that particular dark-clothed figure’s weapons in his hands began to tremble. This was such a rare occurrence for him.

After the rattling of chains came another heavy slam onto the ground that was accompanied by a short scream of horror.

There was a shift in Si’s expression. Yet, he wasn’t the least bit distracted. He did not look into that direction but made a mad dash for Shao Xuan instead. Following his intense speed, his long black robes swayed with the wind. The force produced by his garments were enough to clip the tips of the grasses in proximity. The distance between Shao Xuan and Si was not far. Si’s running form was unsettling- despite the long-handled Xi in his grip, the staff grazed the top of the grass blades like a breeze. It was almost as if it weighed nothing.

Si swung his arm out and a rounded curve was drawn by the cross-shaped long-handled Xi blade that looked like a beast fang. The sharp edge of the Xi was concentrated with a suffocating killing intent that threatened to harvest all souls. Within a blink of an eye, it had arrived in front of Shao Xuan.

The icy metallic blade clawed towards Shao Xuan face-on. It pierced the wind with eerie sharpness, birthing a whistling sound that brought pain to the ears.

Shao Xuan did not move away. At this moment, he had no plans to spare more time on this battle. He could not be bothered to probe Si’s weaknesses anymore. Instead, he chose to draw an end to the battle in the most direct, most violent and most brutal approach- Flaming Horn styled.

The highly rampant totemic force began flowing throughout his body. It was almost if multiple air pockets were busting on the surface of his body. At that moment, Shao Xuan was ferocious and incredibly dangerous.

Clang!

The clash of metal continued with no end. The collision of blades birthed countless fiery sparks that were stark in the dark.

Every time Shao Xuan stepped forward, the ground under his feet would sink instantly with a thunderous sound. The whole floor looked like it was trembling profusely.

The initial leaves brought by the wind as well as dirt and glass debris shaken up by the commotion were mostly scattered at first. It was like a light drizzle. But as the two parties gathered their forces and let it erupt in each confrontation, it quickly turned into ruthless storms and violent winds. The bright green that was forcefully torn apart, the withered yellow that lost its moisture and the brown soil with the occasional rocks were reduced to nothing but grey crumbs under the moonlight. It moved with the motions of the two figures, curling and scraped afloat without care.

Si’s loose black robes were torn at different spots. Every arm movement would return with another hole in his garment.

Clang!

Shao Xuan sent tremours through the sword with a violent block. He stopped a traversed attack.

Borrowing the momentum, Si backed off. In that short moment of inactivity, Si and the dark-clothed figures did not stop raising their brows. Their pants were fast and uncontrolled. Doubt flashed through their contracted pupils, they no longer possessed their initial dominating presence. Si felt like things were gradually spiralling out of his control.

The strange man guarding Robber Seven was a problem. The other problem would be this Flaming Horn tribesman in front of him. After that brief exchange, his initial assumption could now be confirmed.

From the intel he had gathered and everything sourced from Ji Fang, there was only one identity that could be associated with this person before him——-the Grand Elder of the Flaming Horn tribe, Shao Xuan!

Though he had heard from Ji Fang that Shao Xuan was a relatively dangerous entity, experiencing it first hand was much more impactful than hearsay.

How could a tribesman be so powerful?!

Yet, if this was the extent of his abilities, there was no need for excessive worry.

As the collision of their aura and powers continued, Si felt like he had gotten a general idea of what Shao Xuan was capable of.

During their first collision, Si felt like his whole arm was about to be fractured by the sheer force. It was almost as if he was facing off a gigantic fearsome beast instead of a human. There really was some legitimacy to the rumoured beast-like Flaming Horns!

But he also knew how to use an opponent’s brute strength to his advantage.

A calculative glint flashed in Si’s eyes but in the next second, he felt the skin on his back tense up. He couldn’t be bothered with it now because he realized that Shao Xuan was gearing up for the next attack.

There’s more?!

Ruthlessness in his eyes, Si retracted his chest and abdomen as he began to move back quickly to create enough time for response. With great force exertion, he stomped his right foot into the dirt and rotated his body by twisting his waist and knees. With a flip of his palm, the cross-shaped weapon was thrown up. He reached for the cross junction of the handle with both hands and began turning it vehemently.