NOVEL NEXT Chapter 1417: Wudi!
Bathed in the torrential blood rain, Xiao Yi stood at the cloud edge with his sword, the corners of his mouth slightly curled upward as he glanced at the dumbfounded Chen Zhijian and Hong Wuting.
Gulp!
Chen Zhijian and Hong Wuting's faces changed dramatically.
The two exchanged a look.
Both saw that hint of shock and retreat in each other's eyes.
"Brother Chen, we..." Hong Wuting just started to speak.
Chen Zhijian raised his hand to interrupt him, speaking righteously, "You and I represent the face of the God Slayer Sect and Feather Transformation Sect. If we retreat now, how would the world perceive us?"
"You mean..." Hong Wuting hesitated.
Chen Zhijian assumed a generous stance, "Fight to the death, at worst, die!"
Passionate enthusiasm, decisive determination.
At this moment, Chen Zhijian stood against the wind, blood rain falling on his face, yet he didn't waver in the slightest.
A tall figure standing firm like a Cangsong pine.
Hong Wuting, deeply moved, nodded heavily, uttering word by word, "You are right. We martial artists walk a defiant path and do defiant things. It's just a junior, let's fight with him!"
Buzz!
Hong Wuting took out his Saint King weapon.
It was a golden sparkling heavy hammer.
The hammer was three meters long, and the hammer head alone weighed over a hundred thousand pounds; tossing it casually could cause a small-scale earthquake.
Hong Wuting stepped forward, rushing at Xiao Yi, "Junior, I'll fight you!"
Whizz, whizz, whizz!
The golden heavy hammer roared in the wind.
A terrifying force stirred the sky, charging forward with a resolute determination to die.
Seeing the distance with Xiao Yi getting closer.
Hong Wuting suddenly noticed a playful look on Xiao Yi's face and wondered why Xiao Yi would show such an expression in this life-and-death battle.
Unable to resist, Xiao Yi spoke, "You're swinging a hammer alone trying to fight me?"
"Nonsense!"
Hong Wuting snorted coldly, "I joined forces with Brother Chen to resist the enemy. How could I be alone?"
Xiao Yi's face grew increasingly playful.
Seemingly smiling, yet not quite smiling.
With a touch of subtle mockery and pity.
"..."
Hong Wuting trembled all over.
No way?
A thought flashed through his mind.
The corner of his eyes stiffly glanced backwards.
Wanting to find Chen Zhijian's figure.
However...
The corner of his eye found nothing but an empty void, where was Chen Zhijian's shadow?
Gulp!
Did Chen Zhijian run away?
He left me and ran?
The promise to fight to the death together?
The promise not to lose the sect's face?
You tricked me into fighting, yet you bolted yourself?
Hong Wuting painfully turned around.
From afar, watching Chen Zhijian waving without a backward glance, "Brother Hong, I will avenge you!"
"I..."
Hong Wuting opened his mouth, the urge to curse someone's ancestors for eighteen generations almost escaping, but was aware of a chill sweeping from behind him.
Gulp!
Hong Wuting swallowed hard, turned around with difficulty, only to find Xiao Yi already dangerously close.
Hong Wuting said with a bitter face, "If I say... it was all due to Chen Zhijian's instigation, but I've always greatly admired the Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Tao Pavilion and you, wanting to form an alliance with you, would you believe me?"
"What do you think?"
Xiao Yi gave a playful smile.
Hong Wuting opened his mouth wanting to say yes, but upon reconsidering how he previously tried his utmost to kill Xiao Yi, in his shoes, he wouldn't believe it either!
But he really didn't want to die!
As for resisting...
Even mighty Situ Jun was killed by Xiao Yi, how could he dare to resist?
Hong Wuting said stiffly, "You, you should believe, right?"
"Sorry!"
Xiao Yi shrugged, the Qingping Sword in hand didn't pause at all, with one slash.
Splat!
Hong Wuting's head separated from his body.
A thread of Primordial Spirit soared to the sky, fleeing towards the heavens.
Xiao Yi reached out and grasped in the air.
Bang!
The Primordial Spirit exploded.
Yet another Saint King falls!
At this moment.
The world fell silent.
Under the blood rain, everyone's faces transitioned from initial shock, to subsequent fear, and now completely numb.
The Second Peak Master had long escaped from the Yin Yang Demon Prison.
Returned to the Flying Boat.
Beside him...
Chen Yantao and Cao Rui were counting on their fingers.
The Second Peak Master asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"
Chen Yantao answered unconsciously, "Counting heads!"
"Counting heads?"
The Second Peak Master was taken aback.
Cao Rui looked up at him, "Wang Yilong, Ouyang Shang, Situ Jun, Hong Wuting... Brother Xiao has already slain four Saint King Realm experts today!"
"Slaying four saints in one day, did anyone in the history of Unharmed Heaven Realm accomplish such a feat?" Chen Yantao asked.
The Second Peak Master: "..."
He lifted his head.
His eyes peered through the drizzling blood storm, looking at the figure standing proudly in the sky, with an uncontrollable shock and excitement on his face, "Never mind the Unharmed Heaven Realm, even in the former Nine Heaven Domain, I fear no one had such an achievement!"
Saint King Realm.
Already a transcendent existence.
Even in the former Nine Heaven Domain, achieving the Saint King Realm meant being a formidable power.
Slaying four Saint Kings in one day.
Such an achievement could be called a myth in any era!
"Eh?"
Chen Yantao suddenly exclaimed, pointing at the spot where Xiao Yi previously stood, "Brother Xiao is gone!"
"Really gone? Where did he go?" Ye Xiao Chun asked puzzledly.
Seeing everyone look at himself, the Second Peak Master said wistfully, "Slaying four Saint Kings in one day is already in the past..."
"Eh?"
Everyone looked puzzled.
Meanwhile.
In the void tens of thousands of miles from Paradise Island.
A silhouette sprinted furiously, leaving only a streak of light in its wake, making it impossible to track his movements.
Chen Zhijian fled with all his might, drenched in sweat despite being impervious to cold or heat.
The corner of his eye glanced back.
Activating his Primordial Spirit, he scanned with divine sense.
Found nothing.
Chen Zhijian slowed down, panting heavily, "Lucky me to run fast... that fool Hong Wuting, really thinks I'd stay to fight Xiao Yi? He's a saint-slayer demon, even the Heavenly Tao Pavilion Master hasn't achieved such a terrifying record, why would I stay to die?"
"Feeling smug?"
A playful voice suddenly echoed in his ears.
Chen Zhijian instinctively replied, "Naturally, even Situ Jun died, yet I escaped unharmed, unharmed..." Chen Zhijian shuddered.
He turned abruptly.
Pupils constricted suddenly.
Seeing Xiao Yi somehow standing in his midst.
Looking at him mockingly.
"X-Xiao Yi, what would make you spare me?" Chen Zhijian knew he couldn't escape from Xiao Yi and asked with forced courage.
Xiao Yi replied, "What do you think?"
"I-I can submit to you, switch allegiance to Heavenly Tao Pavilion. With my assistance, I guarantee to help you become the strongest force in Heavenly Tao Pavilion, maybe even replace the Pavilion Master!" Chen Zhijian proposed.
Xiao Yi sighed, "You should just die!"
Splat!
One sword.
Slaying Chen Zhijian!
Five saints slain in a day!
At this moment, Xiao Yi exuded a majestic aura dominating the heavens.
On his body, two words seemed to faintly emerge.
And those words were—Wudi!