Battle Against a Great Dou Master

Xiao Yan glanced at the two girls beside him, thinking that it was thanks to them drawing aggro that the Jialie Family had arrived so quickly.

Xiao Xun'er wore a black academy-style outfit today. Her legs, longer than those of girls her age, were covered in black thigh-high stockings, and her already fair skin looked even whiter against her clothes.

In contrast, Xiao Yu, who usually loved showing off her beautiful legs, wore a fitting blue long dress. A butterfly bow was tied at her neck, giving her the elegant appearance of a noblewoman. Yet Xiao Yan knew that beneath that skirt was a pair of white garter stockings wrapping her sexy legs.

Han Bo stared at Xiao Yan with blazing eyes, his body trembling faintly. The youth before him was utterly unlike the boys he had played with before—his bearing was like jade, his appearance exceptional, his looks and temperament unlike anything Han Bo had ever seen.

Jia Lie Ao said softly, "Master Han Bo, this is Xiao Yan."

"He's Xiao Yan, the one who began cultivating at four and became a Dou Practitioner at ten? He truly is no ordinary specimen." Han Bo raised a hand and wiped the corner of his mouth.

"Trouble's here. You two leave first." A strange feeling flashed through Xiao Yan's heart. Knowing a great battle was about to unfold, he stretched out an arm to have Xiao Xun'er and Xiao Yu retreat.

Before the two could move, Han Bo smiled. "Girls really should go farther away, lest they defile you."

Xiao Yan's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly understood the source of that strange feeling. This is bad. He's become a brother in fragrance.

Xiao Xun'er smiled. "Brother Xiao Yan really is quite attractive."

Xiao Yu covered her mouth and laughed. "Why don't you leave first? We'll hold him off for you."

"Protecting grass takes some skill. You're not even close." Han Bo rolled his eyes at them.

Xiao Yu's pretty face sank as she said coldly, "This is Xiao Family territory. Aren't you being a little too arrogant?"

"What is the Xiao Family? These days, you've merely clawed back a little ground with Blood-Clotting Powder. Once I refine the Force-Accumulating Pill, I can crush your Xiao Family in one stroke." Han Bo looked exceedingly pleased with himself.

At those words, anger rose on Xiao Yu's pretty face. She had heard of that kind of pill, capable of raising a person's strength to a certain degree. If it were truly refined, it would indeed cause the Xiao Family no small amount of trouble.

Fixing his gaze on Xiao Yan, Han Bo smiled kindly like a grandfather. "This old man is Han Bo. I hear you taught yourself alchemy. What remarkable talent."

"However, alchemy is vast and profound. Though you've achieved a little success now, you may have unknowingly taken a wrong path, which could affect your future growth. You need an alchemy teacher to guide you systematically. This old man is a Second-Grade Alchemist, and I most enjoy training outstanding juniors like you."

As he finished speaking, Han Bo raised a hand and pointed at the Second-Grade Alchemist badge on his chest, which reflected an unusual gleam beneath the sunlight.

"Second-Grade Alchemist!" Upon seeing the professional badge on Han Bo's chest, the surrounding crowd cried out in shock. Those exclamations made the smile on Han Bo's face grow wider and wider.

"It would naturally be wonderful to receive alchemy guidance from an elder, but that doesn't include an alchemist from the Jialie Family." Xiao Yan smiled. "As long as you're removed, even with only Blood-Clotting Powder, the Xiao Family can crush the Jialie Family."

"Brat, you don't know the height of heaven or the depth of earth. Do you think becoming a Dou Practitioner at ten makes you invincible? That temperament of yours needs a good tempering. As it happens, this old man is deeply versed in that art, and I'm not afraid of hard work." A cold gleam flashed through Han Bo's eyes as he darted forward like a ghost, his five fingers curled into claws.

Xiao Yan stamped one foot down and clenched his hand into a fist, throwing it forward. Just as fist and claw were about to meet, his wrist suddenly dropped, his fist changing into a palm. The Dou Qi stored in his meridians immediately poured forth like floodwaters through opened sluice gates.

In an instant, a brilliant golden sphere appeared in his palm and slammed toward Han Bo's withered claw like the sun in the sky.

As a One-Star Great Dou Master, Han Bo was far beyond a One-Star Dou Practitioner like He Shan. Moreover, his soul perception surpassed that of ordinary people, and he had not been poisoned.

Sensing a wave of scorching heat, Han Bo's thoughts moved. A surge of Dou Qi energy immediately poured from the Dou Crystal within his body and raced through his meridians. Yellow light flashed, as though a glove had been placed over his sharp claw. Judging by the color of the Dou Qi, it had to be an Intermediate Profound Technique.

In the span of a spark, the golden sphere in Xiao Yan's palm collided solidly with Han Bo's claw, and the two intense heats clashed violently.

The Dou Qi continuously refined by the Advanced Profound Rank Sacred Sun Technique carried the might of Beast Flame, then was condensed and compressed through the Dou Skill First Sun Scorching Sky. Though Xiao Yan's strength was lower, the destructive force of this strike was anything but trivial.

Brother Xiao Yan had actually wielded First Sun Scorching Sky so effortlessly! Xiao Xun'er recognized the Dou Skill at a glance, and was greatly shocked.

She had practiced this Dou Skill as well, but had never grasped its essence. Still, its flame-control techniques had much to commend them. She had not expected Xiao Yan not only to master it, but to wield it so well.

Thinking of the Dou Skill's power, a curve rose at Xiao Xun'er's lips. Han Bo was about to suffer.

The moment the two came into contact, the brilliant golden sphere immediately eroded away the fire-attributed Dou Qi Han Bo had unleashed. The scorching temperature struck his skin, and the smell of burning spread through the air.

The searing pain made Han Bo's expression change drastically. With a twist of his wrist, he endured the pain and grabbed at Xiao Yan's wrist.

At first, Han Bo had felt tender affection for beauty and had not used his full strength. But after being injured so rarely, the savagery in his heart was immediately stirred. This strike held nothing back.

The Dou Skill in Xiao Yan's hand was immensely powerful, but not as fast as Han Bo. He decisively withdrew the skill, took out the Crimson Flame Berserk Blade from his Storage Ring, and sent it flashing with bloody light as its edge drove straight toward Han Bo's arm.

Han Bo's eyelid twitched. If he continued to grab, he could certainly crush Xiao Yan's wrist, but judging from the weapon's sharpness, he would lose one of his own arms as well. Furious, he pulled back.

Gripping the hilt, Xiao Yan gave Han Bo no chance to catch his breath and viciously slashed toward his neck.

After his claw strike failed, Han Bo did not dare grab at things recklessly again. Seeing the direction of the descending blade, he retreated in horror. A Great Dou Master had been forced back by Xiao Yan, a mere Dou Practitioner.

Xiao Yan whirled the Crimson Flame Berserk Blade into a mass of bloody light, every slash aimed at Han Bo's vital points.

His ruthlessness in battle stirred the fierce Baleful Intent within the Crimson Flame Berserk Blade, which had been forged through blood sacrifice using the flesh and blood of the Blazing Male Lion.

The blade rose and fell. Han Bo was being driven into a flustered scramble, his heart pounding with fear. His unsteady mind was suddenly invaded by a violent emotion. Already terrified, he was cowed by that emotion into despair, and his entire body abruptly stiffened.

Xiao Yan keenly seized the opportunity and poured a massive amount of Dou Qi into the Crimson Flame Berserk Blade. The originally blood-red great blade suddenly burst with golden light. With a powerful swing, Xiao Yan unleashed the Flame Burst Impact contained within the Crimson Flame Berserk Blade.

A powerful crisis of life and death bore down on him. In his despair, Han Bo, as a Second-Grade Alchemist, refused to die such a humiliating death. He violently broke free from the influence. Seeing a formidable attack closing in, Dou Qi spread across his body as he raised both hands before him to protect his vital points.

Yet that instant of distraction had ultimately put him at a great disadvantage. The golden mass of light slammed heavily into him, and violent energy erupted in an instant, as though a thunderclap had exploded in the street.