Chapter 663: 328 I respect and admire Lord Bai Xiao! (6.4k)
At this mont, the entire venue was inexplicably silent, not a sound to be heard.
Only the all-encompassing dust and falling leaves.
Like rain, they fell with a rustling sound, making faint noises.
Bai Xiao stood alone in front of the forest, the white moonlight casting shadows on half of his face, delineating a deep and resolute contour. He stood with hands behind his back, dust settling on his shoulders, constantly repelled by his aura, forming a cloud of explosive mist.
An indescribable sense of confidence and dominance pervaded in all directions.
In the audience area, the guests of the nurous prodigy banquet were all looking at Bai Xiao sowhat blankly, their palms slightly sweaty, inexplicably dry-mouthed.
The sound of falling dust was like droplets of rain, fragnted and muffled.
“This person…”
Gu Qing of the Mystic Sword stared dazedly at Bai Xiao, feeling inexplicably stirred: “He is definitely Candle Sect’s greatest rival in the Dark World Fighting Competition’s fifteenth tournant!”
…
“Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!”
Suddenly, from the dense, dark forest, an overwhelmingly powerful aura surged rapidly. Yu Ming’s furious roar echoed above the ground. Crack, crack, crack, at so point, deep, pitch-black fissures appeared on the ground, spreading like tree branches.
“I haven’t lost yet!”
The deafening sound was like a beast forced into a corner.
Endless waves of Hundred Refinents Secret Technique, centered on Yu Ming, surged out in layers like violent waves. Wherever they passed, thick trees were destroyed, seemingly shredded into countless pieces by so invisible strength. One could clearly see layers of translucent pale white ripples spreading out. Where they passed, trees fell, and the ground cracked.
The Hundred-Split Fist had been pushed to the extre by Yu Ming, nearly transcending!
His spirit, qi, and mind elevated infinitely, unified at this mont.
“Demon Eagle Hundred Splits!!!”
This was the strongest move of the Hundred-Split Fist, a concentrated secret technique ford by gathering all the power in the body. It demonstrated the ultimate strength, the most peak punch!
“Ahhhhh!”
“Whoosh!”
In the roar, a violent sound leapt out, surrounded by waves of Hundred Split Power. In an instant, it flashed before Bai Xiao. Yu Ming’s face was bloodied, veins bulging, and his skin was densely torn due to performing the move, looking like an Evil Ghost.
“It’s you who should yield!!!”
“Bam!”
He suddenly punched.
In the sky and earth, within a hundred-ter radius, all the translucent strength swimming like tiny sardines gathered together instantaneously. In a blink, it ford a bloodthirsty, fierce giant eagle, exuding extre ferocity and sinister energy.
Its terror claws, comparable to the size of a house, descended, crazily tearing the ground apart.
The peak power exploded all at once!
“Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom…”
“Fall before !”
The eyes of Hundred-Split Fist Yu Ming were bloodshot, staring intently at Bai Xiao below.
“Swish!”
That cold, statue-like tall figure suddenly lifted his head.
Yu Ming saw a pair of amber-colored eyes that didn’t seem human.
Six-Petaled Peacock Eye, faintly surrounded by invading blood patterns. Like a drinking poison rakshasa, exuding a sense of disregard for life and demonic aura.
Threads of rising killing intent, carrying boundless heat.
“Whoosh!”
Bai Xiao’s hands gently lifted, his five thick fingers presenting neat feather patterns and mysterious skeletal contours.
His five fingers ford into a bird’s beak, his arms spread out, Nine Nether Burning Wind swept everything aside.
“Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom…”
The fragnted Hundred Split Power falling down like a torrent, about to engulf the entire venue. Yet, on the ground, a gigantic demon bird resembling a peacock, its wings filled with skeletal patterns, soared into the sky enveloped in scorching wind. The enormous shaking wind expanded rapidly, pushing back all the Hundred Split Power.
“Shriek!!!”
Wings covering the sky, entwined with fiery wind, flying overlapped.
In an instant, the entire venue turned into a massive oven. The blazing light roared, drying everything, creating an extrely arid environnt.
“Bang!”
The giant demon eagle ford by Hundred Split Power collapsed like a balloon pricked by a needle, its aura rapidly deflating and disintegrating. In Yu Ming’s shocked and desperate eyes, Extre Bird Burning Sky flashed briefly, only appearing montarily.
But all his reliance evaporated in that half-second.
“Boom!”
A highly weakened figure fell from the air.
Landed on the dry, brittle ground, creating a shallow pit.
Yu Ming’s lips were dry and cracked, his hair burnt and curled, his arms and chest skin full of cracks baked by the fiery wind. He struggled to lift his head, blankly looking towards the tall figure walking against the moonlight.
“Tap, tap, tap…”
Every heavy footfall felt like it was stepping on his heart.
“Why… did you hold back?”
Yu Ming’s throat was hoarse, his voice grinding like sand.
“You are dead.”
“The promised commitnts made beforehand would be unfulfilled.”
Bai Xiao stood high, completely in an overlooking posture.
“What was that move called just now?”
Yu Ming’s brain was dizzy, about to lose consciousness, but he asked.
“You are wrong, it was half a move.”
Bai Xiao’s face was expressionless.
“Then half a move!”
“What’s it called?”
Yu Ming gritted his teeth, still persistently asked.
The next second, a dense darkness surged up, he only felt a swirling sensation. But ultimately, before completely losing consciousness, Hundred-Split Fist Yu Ming heard a voice, as if falling from the clouds, echoing booming at his ear.
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