Heavenly Wolf Slash

Ximen Sheng had been blinded by rage. All he wanted now was to defeat Xiao Feng and wash away the humiliation he had suffered!

But the moment his words fell, he felt several angry gazes bore down on him. Yet what truly made his heart tremble was the icy chill radiating from Xiao Feng's eyes.

"Ximen Sheng... it seems I was still too merciful!" Xiao Feng's eyes flashed coldly as he sneered in a low voice. "Seeing you acting like a stray dog, I originally wanted to play with you. Are you really so eager to die?"

"Heh..." Every emotion in Ximen Sheng's heart had been swallowed by fury. Seeing Xiao Feng still dare to spout such arrogant nonsense, he scoffed disdainfully. "If you weren't relying on that unfathomable movement Mystic Skill of yours, I would have beaten you to the ground long ago. How would you even have the chance to boast here!"

"I am looking for death. Then kill me! You piece of trash who can't even break through to the God Tribulation Realm—do you really think defeating Du Kongpo makes you impressive? Fight me head-on, and I'll crush someone at the God Tribulation Realm with one hand!"

He wanted to provoke Xiao Feng into fighting him head-on. Otherwise, how could he repay the humiliation Xiao Feng had brought him with interest!

Hearing this, Xiao Feng raised his right hand and said in an eerie tone, "I grant your request... And since I've always been generous, I'll give you another three breaths. I hope you enjoy these three breaths well. Otherwise, you won't have another chance to be this arrogant."

"Give me another three breaths? Hahahaha..." Ximen Sheng laughed as if he had heard the greatest joke in the world and mocked loudly:

"Since you say you're giving me another three breaths, I'll grant you a favor as well. I'll stand still and let you hit me. Let's see whether you can... kill me!"

Ximen Qing's "warning" and Ximen Xue's miserable state had both been thrown to the back of his mind in his fury...

"Hehehehe..." Xiao Feng said no more. He let out a cold, sinister laugh as his deep black eyes turned dark purple. As mystic power surged around him, an enormous Wolf Shadow emerged behind him!

Above his raised right hand, purple sword aura shot straight into the sky...

This was the Heavenly Wolf Hell God Canon of the Heavenly Wolf Star God!

The world's strongest heavy sword technique!

Three breaths had passed...

The Wolf Shadow behind Xiao Feng stared directly into Ximen Sheng's soul with cold, vicious eyes, as though it had caught a wild rabbit.

"Th-this..." Under the Wolf Shadow's gaze, his soul seemed to fall into the boundless Fierce Prison. It was clearly only a phantom—why... why was his body trembling?!

Step...

Step...

Step—

His feet were actually beyond his control, retreating step by step!

He viciously bit the tip of his tongue and muttered to himself, "It's an illusion technique, it must be an illusion technique... How could a mere phantom possess such terrifying intimidation?"

He kept hypnotizing himself, trying to suppress the fear in his body.

But how could Xiao Feng continue being polite with him... Using his hand as a sword, he slammed the purple sword aura down!

Heavenly Wolf Slash!

Boom—!

As the sword aura crashed down, the Wolf Shadow followed close behind...

"Crack"...

"Crackle"...

Wherever the Wolf Shadow passed, the prison of icy spikes formed around Ximen Sheng by Frost Burst began to shatter and dissipate row by row...

In an instant, every icy spike around them was crushed into powder beneath the overwhelming sword might!

Ximen Sheng stood frozen beneath that immense sword might. At this moment, he felt like a wild rabbit surrounded by countless starving wolves. He wanted to flee, yet had no idea where to run, as if only remaining where he was could bring him a brief moment of peaceful calm...

The Wolf Shadow struck directly at his soul. As he watched the wolf phantom approach, he actually forgot to circulate his mystic power. Instinctively, he raised both hands to cover his face and silently waited for the Wolf Shadow to "devour" him.

Whoosh—

With a howl, the Wolf Shadow swept past like the wind...

Ximen Sheng lowered his arms and looked at himself. Other than his soaked pants, he was completely uninjured... The dazed look on his face instantly turned to delight, and he hurriedly sneered at Xiao Feng, hoping to regain the dignity he had just lost:

"Hahaha... so it was nothing but a bluff. I saw through it long ago!"

Boom—!

The moment his words fell, an explosion rang out, and the arena behind and to his right burst apart! A deep chasm appeared at his side, splitting the entire fighting platform in two!

He turned his head in astonishment. The chasm dividing the arena was incomparably smooth and as deep as the Abyss of Demonic Evil!

Seeing the scene before him, he stiffly turned back toward Xiao Feng. Just as he tried to raise an arm and point at him, he suddenly realized that he could no longer feel his arm!

His body shifted slightly...

Thud—

But to his shock, his entire arm fell straight to the ground!

Blood instantly sprayed wildly from his shoulder like a fountain!

Xiao Feng looked at Ximen Sheng's stunned face and mocked, "Heh... go on, keep shouting."

After a brief silence, Ximen Sheng's blank face instantly twisted from the excruciating pain. His twitching lips could no longer suppress the scream in his throat. "Aaaaaah—!"

The belated scream came shrieking from Ximen Sheng's throat. He dropped onto the ground, his left hand clutching his right shoulder as blood continued to gush out...

Xiao Feng slowly approached, looking down at Ximen Sheng with a mocking expression. "You scream really loudly. I should thank you for the... favor you gave me!"

At this point, not a trace of Ximen Sheng's arrogance or contempt remained. One strike had severed his arm. No matter how foolish he was, he now knew he could never be Xiao Feng's opponent. The humiliation he had suffered had already been cast aside as he hurriedly shouted:

"I adm—"

Bang—!

Before he could say the word "defeat," Xiao Feng kicked Ximen Sheng's words back into his stomach.

Xiao Feng stomped hard on Ximen Sheng's face, his low murmur sounding like the voice of a demon to him. "Didn't you want to compete with me?"

"Didn't you want to crush me to death? I haven't even gotten impatient yet. What are you so anxious for?"

Sword aura gathered in his right hand as he said softly, "Don't you like talking? I'll give you a great gift!"

His right hand viciously stabbed toward the corner of Ximen Sheng's mouth. "With this sword... I'll make sure you can never speak again!"

Whoosh—

The sword aura pierced into Ximen Sheng's mouth. Blood splattered everywhere as a piece of red flesh quietly left its owner...

Bang—!

With a thunderous crash, Ximen Ding slammed his palm against the table before him and stood up. "Enough!"

"Xiao Feng, for my sake, he has already received the punishment he deserves. Let this matter end here. The Ximen Family will punish him as well afterward. How about it?"

No matter what, Ximen Sheng bore the surname Ximen. Humiliating him was also slapping the Ximen Family in the face.

"Are we close?" Xiao Feng raised his head and asked in confusion.

"You..." Ximen Ding had clearly not expected Xiao Feng to answer like that, and the rest of his words were swallowed back down.

He looked toward Qi Yunlong, clearly wanting Qi Yunlong to personally step in and stop the match. But Qi Yunlong acted as though he had seen nothing and ignored him completely.

"Hmph!" Seeing this, he snorted coldly and sat back down with a dark expression.

Seeing this, Qi Yunlong also looked awkward. The reason he had not stopped it all this time was because Qi Qingyun had sent him a voice transmission saying, "Don't stop it..."

Otherwise, he would not have been so cold and unfeeling. After all, to him, Qi Qingyun clearly held more weight in his heart than Ximen Ding did.

Seeing Xiao Feng turn back toward him, Ximen Sheng desperately struggled, his body writhing like a maggot.

"Uuuugh..." He could no longer speak and could only make mournful whimpers.

"Do you know your mistake?" Xiao Feng asked leisurely.

"Uuuugh!!" Ximen Sheng hurriedly made a sound, nodding his head frantically like a pounding garlic pestle.

"From now on, keep your head lowered in front of me. Do you hear?"

"Uuuugh!!" Ximen Sheng responded wildly.

"Hehehe..." Xiao Feng let out a cold laugh. His palm brushed downward, and three silver needles pierced into Ximen Sheng's mystic veins without anyone noticing.

"Now get the hell out of here..."

As if granted a pardon, Ximen Sheng hurriedly got to his feet and tried to leave. But after only two steps, Xiao Feng's demon-like voice drifted over. "I told you to roll. Can't you understand human speech?"

After hesitating for several breaths, he dropped to the ground with a thud and hurriedly began rolling away, leaving behind a long trail of blood...

Watching Ximen Sheng roll out of the arena, Ximen Ding's lips twitched. Still, his expression was no longer quite so dark. Xiao Feng had given him some face after all.

Xiao Feng watched Ximen Ding roll out of the arena, yet there was no joy of victory on his face... Just as Ximen Ding had guessed, Xiao Feng had indeed given him a little face.

After all, he was ultimately a member of the Ximen Family, one of Flowing Wind City's four great families. Xiao Feng could disregard himself, but he had to consider Xiao Ling'er. How could he bring her more trouble? Since they had taken root in Flowing Wind City, they could not simply ignore the four great families...

Everything came down to strength... How wonderful it would be if I could break through...