"I can't be bothered wasting words on a rotten old man like you, and you don't deserve to hear them anyway. Tonight, the Ao Ba Family ends."
Xia Kong hovered in midair, his purple Dou Qi Wings beating gently in the moonlight as he looked down on Oba Pa.
The instant his words fell, the Purple Cloud Wings on his back snapped outward. Xia Kong became a terrifying bolt of purple lightning, diving from the sky. His robes sliced through the air with sharp hisses, his speed leaving little more than a few afterimages on the retina.
He unleashed his perfected Scorching Wood Palm again and again. Palm strike followed palm strike, the overlapping imprints crashing down on Oba Pa and Ao Ba Dun like waves, resembling that legendary palm technique that descended from the heavens. Every imprint carried immense Dou Qi, its pressure forcing deep hums from the surrounding air.
The moment Xia Kong unleashed his Dou Technique, Oba Pa and Ao Ba Dun's expressions changed drastically.
At last, the two clearly discerned Xia Kong's true cultivation. He was merely a Nine-Star Dou Shi and had yet to enter the ranks of the Da Dou Shi. The discovery left them bewildered, even wondering whether their senses had gone awry.
But as the mountainlike palm imprints bore down on their heads, the powerful, domineering Dou Qi within shattered every illusion they harbored.
The young man's Dou Qi was dense and condensed, every strand seemingly tempered a thousand times over. It was utterly terrifying.
How could a mere Nine-Star Dou Shi unleash such a dreadful Dou Technique? Just what grades were his cultivation method and Dou Techniques?
Neither had time to ponder. They could only hastily strike back to defend themselves.
In truth, Xia Kong and the two brothers, Oba Pa