Translator: StarReader
Hum~
With a spacial ripple, an odd red glow shot in front of Li Jingtian before the black chain could land. The chain whistled back with a bang, deflected right back at the black captain.
Squinting, the black captain heard a buzzing in his ear, and he groaned as he blocked the chain.
What he didn’t take into account was the monstrous power infused within the chain. His block did nothing to stop the chain from knocking his arm into his chest.
Like a cliff had been smashed into him, the black captain flung backwards.
With an explosion, a hill that was a mile out crumbled, filling the sky with dust. The only sign something ever happened was the deep groove in the ground leading to it.
It took everyone’s breath away.
Everyone was very clear about black captain’s strength. Not even three great Radiant Stage experts could topple him.
But for this dreaded man to be blown away, how terrifying would his opponent be?
All eyes snapped to Li Jingtian. He was still hanging by a thread, but now a cold figure stood before him, his white hair drifting in the wind, right hand flashing an eerie red and eyes cold as ice.
Luo clan’s steward, Soaring Demonic Dragon Zhuo Fan!
The black men grew tense as they looked at him, their faces twisting slowly.
They had all heard of Zhuo Fan’s illustrious name, but seeing him was believing.
What they had failed to grasp was the demonic dragon’s power to push back their captain. It boggled their minds.
They knew their captain better than anyone. Yet Zhuo Fan had flung that monster away in one hit? [How is that even possible?]
The black men turned to the rubble behind them with hope.
[Captain…]
Sss~
Black smoke seeped from the rocks, reforming into a shadow. After a few more seconds, the armor took shape as well, returning back to his earlier daunting figure.
The black chain flew back in his hand with a wave.
“Just what is that thing?” Zhuo Fan’s brow rose.
Li Jingtian gasped. He saw Zhuo Fan calm but still advised, “Steward Zhuo, watch out, he can phase in and out of reality. Normal martial arts don’t work on him. The only way to fight him is with soul attacks! “
“There is such a thing? In that case…”
His eyes flashed and Zhuo Fan gave him a deep look and laughed all of a sudden, having everything figured out, “Elder Li, you guys rest. I’ll take it from here.”
Zhuo Fan walked on with a thin smile.
The black captain did the same, dragging the black chain behind, the clanking sound announcing his enemy’s eulogy.
The audience never left the two out of their sights. Their very lives depended on the one who came on top among these powerhouses.
[You cannot lose, captain!]
The black men pumped their fists.
Yun clan and Luo clan’s elders looked at Zhuo Fan’s back with faith. The elders had complete trust in Zhuo Fan, having been around him for a long time.
Anyone or anything that stood in this little freak’s path would stop their marching. He had never lost when he was weak, so how could he lose now when he was at the peak of Tianyu’s power?
No one dared to blink, lest they missed the two’s clash.
Tap~
The two stopped thirty meters away from each other.
Zhuo Fan sized him up and snickered, “The girl’s intuition sure was spot on. The other faction even sent someone like you. I thought Elder Li and the two elders would be more than enough. Ha-ha-ha, how naive of me. You never wanted the Yun clan to fall into someone else’s hands!”
“The future of Yun clan is crucial to all factions. It cannot be left to the Luo clan alone!” The black captain gave him a cold look, flicking the chain with a trembling hand, “That punch sure was savage, reminding me of an old rival of mine!”
Zhuo Fan curled an eyebrow, a no-brainer for him to guess who this old rival was. He mocked the black captain, “Did you win or not?”
Shuddering, the black captain flashed with unbridled rage. His fists clenched and he spat, “I lost that day, but don’t think this match will be the same!”
“That remains to be seen!”
Zhuo Fan snickered, “Unlike him, I am far more complex, not to mention a headache to deal with. Are you that certain of victory? Ha-ha-ha… “
The black captain’s hand tightened and he flung the chain towards Zhuo Fan’s left side, “Laddiebuck, see for yourself! “
The black chain snaked in the air and was at the left side of Zhuo Fan’s face in a blink, sneaky and swift.
The chain was out of reach of the right hand, fully grasping Zhuo Fan’s weakness in one glance.
“You old fox!”
Zhuo Fan grinned, being mentally prepared. This guy had only seen him use the right hand once and already knew to stay clear. The attack on his left side spoke volumes of this guy’s experience.
Facing such a guy half-assed would give you a one-way trip to hell. And thinking that facing him even full-assed would be a pain, Zhuo Fan had to take it seriously.
In any case, while the black captain knew Zhuo Fan’s right arm was tough, the guy was clueless that his left arm threw a mean punch all the same.
Pff!
With a groan, the nimble chain landed in a dragon claw. The black captain cried, “Earth Dragon Claw?”
“He-he, right on!”
Zhuo Fan mocked him and yanked the chain. The black captain went with it, making a half circle in the air before crashing into the ground, hard.
The bang left another thousand-meter-wide crater.
Zhuo Fan grinned, the Yun clan was jubilant and the black men panicked, “Captain…”
Whoosh!
They didn’t get to finish as the black smoke shot from the crater straight for Zhuo Fan.
Li Jingtian’s side was shocked, “Steward Zhuo, look out! Only soul attacks work on that thing!”
“He-he-he, I know.”
Snickering, Zhuo Fan made a sign and roared, “Wraith Style’s 3rd move, Necro Dragon’s Screech, Purple Lightning Flare!”
Roar!
Unlike Li Jingtian’s dragon image, Zhuo Fan’s dragon was melded with purple lightning.
The same lightning Zhuo Fan stored in his Divine Eye of the Void. For some odd reason, his purple lightning stock was restored when he cultivated. It was endless.
How convenient that it happened just in time to deal with this pesky black captain.
This was Heavenly Emperor’s purple lightning we are talking about. A power above yuan qi, and the same one that had struck a sacred beast dead.
[It doesn’t matter if it’s soul or flesh, they’ll both get skewered!]
With how Zhuo Fan used it in tandem with a sound martial art, this attack had turned into a literal killing move.
Bam!
The black smoke was poised to attack Zhuo Fan when the dragon reached him. He had yet to regain his bearings from the previous hit and the purple dragon slammed into him next.
The purple lightning pierced the black mass, drilling an excruciating pain into the skull of the black captain. Then came the constant rumbling from the impact of lightning on every part of his body, akin to explosions from within.
All the audience heard was an endless cry of agony, as the black captain rammed himself left and right like a headless chicken.
By the time it all came to an end, the shadow reformed, but on all fours, panting from exertion.
The black men were shell-shocked. Not for the life of them could they recall when their captain was in such dire straits.
Zhuo Fan snickered, “Spade, now do you know the difference between me and him?
“Hi-hi-hi, everything in this world has a weakness. Don’t think for a second that your phasing body will get me exhausted from using only physical attacks. Humph, I know all too well just what kind of specimen you are. It would’ve been another matter entirely if you were in the Ethereal Stage, but it just wasn’t meant to be. Humph, enough with the theatrics! What can a mere spirit puppet do?”
“Y-you know?!” Eyes trembling, the black captain watched Zhuo Fan like a monster, “T-this is a secret art that was lost five centuries ago. How…”
“I’m just that clever!”
Slanting his head, Zhuo Fan showed a cocky grin, “Soul puppets are special, but not invincible. You may not have a body, but I have my own way to make sure that you’ll stay dead! You showed off in my presence and you beat my men. He-he-he, don’t even think of escaping!”
Zhuo Fan cackled and three golden halos shone in his right eye.
Divine Eye of the Void’s 3rd stage, Mirage World.
