Asura Sovereign VI Read online

  Ch.335

  Huwang Xiao flashed a disdainful smile as he looked at Ao Baixue, “A few years passed, it seems like your strength stagnated, without any improvement. I am sorely disappointed.”

  Ao Baixue’s expression turned ugly at Huwang Xiao’s taunting words. Although it was known that it was generally difficult for a Saint realm expert to enhance their strength and breakthrough, a decade, several decades even were a normal time span. However, Huwang Xiao’s words stabbed deeply into Ao Baixue’s heart, sharper than swords or knives.

  He glowered icily at Huwang Xiao, “I admit that you’re very strong now, but, do you think you can really oppose a Saint realm expert as you are right now, a peak late-Xiantian Tenth Order?” by this point, Ao Baixue had determined that Huwang Xiao had yet to break through into Saint realm. Therefore, he still did not place Huwang Xiao in his eyes much, despite being injured consecutively in the previous two attacks.

  Before a Saint realm expert, even if it was a half-Saint, there was only one result—death. What more, a mere peak late-Xiantian Tenth Order? He refused to believe that Huwang Xiao could smash this eternal ‘law’ that existed since ancient times!

  Subsequently, Ao Baixue no longer held his strength back, releasing his full momentum out. Above his head, an eagle appeared, white as pure snow, with powerful wings that seemed to extend for miles, the sharp claws on its legs looked as if they were coated with white silver, glinting sharp and dangerous in the sunlight.

  Ao Baixue’s martial spirit, Snow Eagle!

  Ao Baixue soul transformed the moment his martial spirit emerged. As he did so, a layer of thick sparkling white armor covered him from head to toe, even his blue irises turned pure white. The nails on his fingers elongated, emulating the white silver sharpness of the Snow Eagle.

  The momentum of a Saint realm soared to the sky, overwhelming like a bombogenesis. Engulfed by this terrifying atmosphere, all the commoners of Luo Tong Royal City were down on their knees in prayers, trembling, absolute terror evident in their eyes.

  In his next move, Ao Baixue called out his Saint realm space, its appearance differed from Zhao Chen’s Saint realm space. Zhao Chen’s Saint realm space took the form of a blue flame sea, whereas Ao Baixue’s was snow white in color, in the Saint realm space proximity, glittering snowflakes fall softly.

  By this time, Fan Yiming and the rest had retreated far back to safety, their gazes held fear, and burning reverence staring at Ao Baixue. The was the whelming might of a Saint realm expert!

  When Ao Baoixue summoned his martial spirit, soul transformed, and prepared his Saint realm space. Huwang Xiao did not remain idle, transforming into the Asura Physique. He too summoned his martial spirits, both black dragon and blue dragon emerged above him, soul-transforming with the twin dragon martial spirits before the shocked eyes of everyone present.

  The mighty atmosphere of ancient dragons emanated from Huwang Xiao’s body, flooding the area, showing signs of suppressing Ao Baixue’s Saint realm momentum.

  “Falling Sun Almighty Fist!” Ao Baixue made a sudden attack at full power towards Huwang Xiao, shattering the space with a swing of his fists.

  Violent energy spread over a large area influenced by Ao Baixue’s fists, forming two spheres of wind, and in the middle of the wind spheres were a dozen groups of flames, burning brilliantly.

  Two spheres of burning wind resembled two falling suns, emanating their last shining rays at the end of the day. Twirled within the terrifying energy was the desolate allure of a sunset.

  This Falling Sun Almighty Fist was a secret skill belonging to Deities Templar. According to rumors, it was a very high-grade battle skill originating from the Divine World.

  However, Huwang Xiao made a frontal assault instead of retreating, even after seeing this, both of his fists punched out at the same time. Two intangible giant fist imprints flew out, mysterious and profound, ever-changing.

  The Great Void Divine Fist!

  Boom!! A thunderous collision rendered the air as the Falling Sun and Great Void meshed. A tyrannical shockwave blasted outward in all four directions, the destructive power crushed all nearby shops and building into ruins, the pavement that lined the street was forcefully uplifted and pulverized into dust. The Delicious Restaurant had been reduced to splinters and gravel in the first blast, the restaurant building no longer existed.

  Fan Yiming, Wu Feng, and the others watched fearfully as the horrifying shock waves were raging in their direction and had long since fled for their lives with ashen faces. Some Wind God Cult Elders were too late, their bodies made an arch high in the air after being hit by the shock waves, and by the time they crashed to the ground, they were already dead.

  Witnessing the end of Wind God Cult’s Elders that were struck by the shockwaves, Fan Yiming’s pale face turned a shade paler. Fortunately for him, the shockwave’s energy lost its power not far from him, stopping dead in its tracks.

  On another side, Lu Kai paled as he watched woodenly the surging shockwave, however, just as he was about to be swept away, giant ghost Feng Yang’s pam slammed outward, dissipating the energy coming at him.

  Watching this scene, Lu Kai, who was drenched in cold sweat, was once again stunned agape staring at giant ghost Feng Yang.

  Up in the air, Ao Baixue and Huwang Xiao’s bodies shook and simultaneously staggered back. But Huwang Xiao’s silhouette vanished from view the moment he staggered back, when he appeared again, he was within an arm’s length from Ao Baixue, shrouded in Buddhism energy. In close proximity, Ao Baixue received the full force blow from an Earthen Buddha Palm attack.

  Ao Baixue was flustered and shocked.

  “Night of the Fallen Sun!” He hastened to counter in panic, both fists punching out. When his two fist imprints materialized, the surroundings instantly fell into darkness, whereas Ao Baixue conveniently concealed himself in that darkness.

  This was one of the moves within the Almighty Falling Sun Fist used for defense and was one the more difficult moves to master, for one must have a deep understanding of the the connection and fusion between day and night before achieving any success.

  If one could cultivate this move until perfection, once displayed, it was powerful enough to instantly turn daylight into night in a large area. Of course, this battle skill was only possible for Saint realm experts, who had a certain understanding of the space laws.

  With Ao Baixue concealed in the darkness, Huwang Xiao’s Earthen Buddha Palm missed its target, but Huwang Xiao merely sneered. The Eye of Hell opened on his forehead, almost immediately locking onto Ao Baixue’s silhouette. A finger imprint flew out, shattering the darkness created by Night of the Fallen Sun, penetrating Ao Baixue’s body.

  Ao Baixue grunted in pain, falling out from the cover of darkness. His face totally void of color.

  “You, actually can see me?!” He stared at Huwang Xiao, refusing to accept the fact. He was very confident in the Night of the Fallen Sun that he cast. In general, not even Second Order Saint realm could tell his position when concealed within the darkness. Earlier, if it weren’t for his Saint realm space acting as a barrier and absorbing half of the power of Huwang Xiao’s attack, that seemingly insignificant finger attack from Huwang Xiao would have reaped his life away, piercing through his heart.

  Huwang Xiao remained coldly silent, two bright lights flickered in his palms, revealing the Blades of Asura.

  The Blades of Asura slashed out, myriad blade lights turned into links of chains numbering in the thousands, encaging the space around Ao Baixue. Unable to dodge and having no place to retreat, unnerved, Ao Baixue hollered: “Scorn of the Falling Snow!”

  White-colored flames flared high up, flaming snowflakes could be seen falling from the sky above like flakes of
icy burning snow, spiraling to the earth, forming a protective barrier around Ao Baixue.

  Countless Death God’s Chains wrapped him layer upon layer, deadly locking down space all around Ao Baixue, imprisoning him. In a rapid flicker, Huwang Xiao’s body blurred, appearing above Ao Baixiue’s head, the Blades of Asura slashed down on him. Streaks of angry lightning bolts exploded, piercing through his flaming snow protective barrier.

  Losing his protective barrier, Ao Baixue’s body was shredded and torn apart by the many streaks of lightning, regardless of the Saint realm space shielding him, the pain he suffered was no less than being flayed by millions of swords and knives. Heart-wrenching screams reverberated in the air, losing strength, Ao Baixue plummeted to the ground.

  Huwang Xiao slowly returned to the ground, landing in front of Ao Baixue, showing a deadpanned expression looking at the blade made blood-stained marks on Ao Baoixue. Lightning smokes curled to the air.

  Though a Saint realm expert could use the Saint realm space to protect their body, it was not invincible, merely a sturdier defense. As long as the attack exceeded a certain power, the Saint realm space could be broken just the same.

  Ao Baixue scrambled to get up from the ground. Despite his miserable appearance, he flashed Huwang Xiao a brilliant smile, “I never imagined that I, Ao Baixue, would die in the hands of a Xiantian.” His words paused here slightly, his smile grew bigger, “But, Huwang Xiao, even if I die, Deities Templar will still send others to kill you, and I believe that one day you will die in the hands of our Holy Maiden!”

  “Holy Maiden?”

  Looking at Huwang Xiao’s expression, Ao Baixue said, “I forgot to tell you, Li Lu is already our Deities Templar’s Holy Maiden!”

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  Deities Templar’s Holy Maiden? A frown creased Huwang Xiao’s forehead looking at Ao Baixue, his instinct told him that Ao Baixue wasn’t lying.

  Li Lu actually became the Holy Maiden of Deities Templar, what was this about? Huwang Xiao quivered with an ominous feeling inside.

  Ao Baixue’s sudden holler cut into Huwang Xiao’s thoughts. Turning over, he saw Ao Baixue’s Saint realm space shoot up, hovering above Huwang Xiao’s head, where numerous flaming snowflakes fell like an avalanche, burying Huwang Xiao underneath.

  Even a Second Order Saint realm expert would avoid coming in close contact with this flaming snow, any Xiantian realm would be melted into nothing with the slightest touch.

  Ao Baixue glared at Huwang Xiao, his eyes shining with hatred and sharp killing intent.

  “Die!!!” He refused to believe that a miracle would happen twice, a Xiantian realm absolutely could not survive being buried under his flaming snow.

  Just as the snow avalanche began rumbling down, Huwang Xiao raised his head, and before Ao Baixue could react, a golden ember fire burst out from Huwang Xiao’s body, taking shape in the form of a golden red fire dragon, spiralling upwards. Ao Baixue watched stupefied as his flaming snow was swallowed clean by the golden red fire dragon.

  The golden red fire dragon continued upward, colliding with the snow white Saint space realm.

  Zi! A sonorous boom resounded, the Saint realm space shook, emitting wisps of smoke plumes endlessly as its size shrank. Ao Baixue lost all color from his face, hardly disguising the obvious shock in his eyes.

  His Saint realm space was actually being burned? What the f*ck is this fire?!

  Huwang Xiao ignored the horror in Ao Baixue’s eyes, fully pushing the true fire essence in his dantian and making it burn more vigorously. The golden red fire dragon, shaped from the true essence fire, wound itself tightly around Ao Baixue’s Saint realm space, eating it away.

  A Saint realm space’s defense was extremely sturdy, after all, it was formed from a Saint realm expert’s understanding of the space law. Under usual circumstances, even the flames formed by a high-level Saint realm expert could not hack away other Saint realm experts’ Saint realm space, but Huwang Xiao’s true essence fire could.

  Ao Baixue attempted to recall his Saint realm space back into his body, but Huwang Xiao’s palm struck out, a golden palm imprint distorted the space. Ao Baixue actually found that he couldn’t move at all.

  This?! He was greatly shocked. In the next moment, however, warm liquid rushed up his throat, he was spurting blood from his mouth. Ao Baixue quickly looked up, only to discover that his Saint realm space was gone, burned away to nothingness by Huwang Xiao’s fire dragon.

  Bottomless despair intertwined with terror in Ao Baixue’s eyes.

  To a Saint realm warrior, their Saint realm space was equivalent to a second life, if their Saint realm space was destroyed, the dire consequences were much worse than a Xiantian realm warrior having their Qi Sea destroyed. Even with the help of another Saint realm expert, it was impossible to rebuild the Saint realm space, as they lacked the capability to assist. In short, if Ao Baixue managed to survive, his cultivation would suffer a severe setback and have no hope of promotion ever again in his entire lifetime.

  After burning away Ao Baixue’s Saint realm space, Huwang Xiao’s silhouette blurred in a flicker, arriving in front of Ao Baixue. The Blades of Asura appeared in his hands and silently slit across Ao Baixue’s throat.

  Blood dyed the ground below red.

  Ao Baixue clutched his throat, but Huwang Xiao’s blades already penetrated his chest. The blades shook a little before Huwang Xiao pulled them out again. Ao Baixue wobbled unsteadily and staggered backwards even as he tried to steady himself.

  Still, with his throat slit and heart cut into halves, Ao Baixue was somehow still alive. Furthermore, Huwang Xiao sensed a strong vitality desperately healing Ao Baixue’s wounds in his throat and heart.

  Saint realm warriors, not only was their physical defense formidable, their healing ability wasn't far behind.

  Seeing this result, Huwang Xiao leaped up, his palm enshrouded in true essence fire, slamming down on top of Ao Baixue’s head. The true essence fire spread from the head down to Ao Baixue’s body.

  Tragic shrieks came from Ao Baixue’s throat, but it ended just as quickly. A short while later, his body slumped to the ground, all signs of life vanished. To totally kill a Saint realm warrior, the only way was to destroyed the soul, otherwise, no matter how grave their bodily injuries were, they would still not die.

  Just like giant ghost Feng Yang, it would only die if its ghost soul was destroyed. But then again, a Saint realm warrior’s soul was quite formidable too. Luckily, Huwang Xiao had the true essence fire, otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to kill Ao Baixue.

  Huwang Xiao looked at Ao Baixue’s corpse, and after a small thought, he moved the corpse into the Asura Ring. In fact, he wanted to test if it could be refined by the Thousand Beast Cauldron inside the Linglong Treasure Pagoda.

  ‘En, if it can be refined, it would surely be very beneficial’, Huwang Xiao secretly thought.

  Divine grade spirit pellets were refined from many rare spirit elixirs. In the Martial Spirit World, someone who used Saint realm warriors as an ingredient for refining pellets had yet to appear…

  Then, Huwang Xiao turned around, facing Fan Yiming’s group of Wind God Cult, as well as Wu Feng’s group of ministers.

  Fan Yiming, Wu Feng, and the rest quivered when they noticed Huwang Xiao looking at them. The legs that could shatter a large boulder with a single kick now felt weak and jittery, refusing to stand up no matter how hard they tried, as if their legs were permanently cramped.

  Huwang Xiao sneered. With a single step, he was already in front of Fan Yiming. Fan Yiming, Wufeng, and the rest were so scared seeing the distant Huwang Xiao suddenly appear right in front of them that their knees gave out with a snap, kneeling on both legs.

  “Se−Senior, Senior Huwang!” The Wind God Cult’s Leader, Fan Yiming, stammered, the expression on his face was as if he had seen a ghost. Wu Feng’s head was so low that he was practically kissing the ground. He was tongue-tied, his mouth opened and closed but no words came out. The Luo Tong K
ingdom ministers that followed him didn't know what to say either.

  Listening to the Wind God Cult’s Leader, Fan Yiming, calling him Senior, Huwang Xiao smiled brilliantly at him, “What’s the matter?”

  Fan Yiming blanked at Huwang Xiao’s beaming smile, millions of words were all stuck in his throat. After a brief moment of blankness, he hurried forward, crawling on his hands and knees until he reached Huwang Xiao’s feet, “Senior Huwang, I beg you, spare us! We were only against Prince Lu Kai because Deities Templar threatened us, I...!”

  “Is that so?” Huwang Xiao cut short Fan Yiming’s words. Lifting a finger, Fan Yiming’s forehead was pierced with a finger-sized hole, blood spurted to the ground. Fan Yiming tumbled down without another word.

  Wind God Cult’s Elders all turned deathly pale. Huwang Xiao was smiling one second and killed their Wind God Cult Leader the next, some even had dark wet patches on the ground underneath them.

  Detecting the distasteful smell, Huwang Xiao frowned. His finger stabbed the void. In that instant, several Wind God Cult Elders’ heads were pierced through and through. Without another word, Huwang Xiao killed all the present Wind God Cult Elders.

  Finally, Huwang Xiao turned to Wu Feng. By this time, Wu Feng was already terrified out of his mind. Losing interest, Huwang Xiao resolved Wu Feng swiftly. Initially, he had planned to play around a little, but since Wu Feng had already lost his mind, then forget it. The group of Luo Tong Kingdom’s ministers, however, Huwang Xiao was too lazy to be bothered with them so he pushed them over to Lu Kai, letting him handle them.

  When Huwang Xiao once again stood in front of him, Lu Kai looked at Huwang Xiao for a very long time with complex emotions, before finally uttering such a sentence: “Your mother, you super monstrous freak! This is too much of a blow to me!”

  Truly, the strength Huwang Xiao had shown earlier was too big of blow towards Lu Kai’s ‘fragile’ heart.

  Huwang Xiao merely chuckled at his words.