Chapter 1380: You Lost
Chapter 1380: You Lost
“With devil blood coursing in your veins, what are you if not a devil? Even the Dragon Phoenix Academy elders are claiming that you’re a devil. As a former disciple of the academy, you even killed the academy elders. The world can not allow a teacher killer like you to continue to exist!” said Leng Yuelou. “Kneel down, and I’ll allow you to die with your corpse intact!”
His sonorous voice emitted an intense killing intent that could cause one to feel fear.
However, Xiang Shaoyun showed no fear. He indifferently said, “Since you see me as a devil, so be it. You want my life? Bring it on.”
Since his words didn’t matter, what was the point of denying their accusations? He might as well speak with his fists.
“Today, let me personally witness for myself if you’re as strong as depicted in the rumors, devil,” said Leng Yuelou. With a scimitar in hand, he rode forth on his frostwolf.
Whoosh!
Before he reached Xiang Shaoyun, he swung his scimitar, sending a frosty crescent blade flying forward. Instantly, his surrounding temperature dropped. The entire street became covered in a layer of frost while the surrounding people shivered from the cold.
This was an attack that would first freeze an opponent before killing them while they’re helplessly frozen. With Xiang Shaoyun’s powerful body and vigorous vitality, the frost was ineffective against him. Even so, both his legs were still frozen, making it impossible for him to move away.
As the frost blade reached Xiang Shaoyun, he bent backward as though turning into an arch bridge and avoided the attack. His clothes were cut apart by the passing blade. Fortunately, his body was strong enough to keep the frost energy out of his body. Otherwise, he would definitely be injured despite having avoided the attack.
While Xiang Shaoyun was avoiding the attack, Leng Yuelou rode forth on his frostwolf and launched a second attack. As he slashed with his scimitar, even space was cut into two. This governor was clearly not someone who would hold back during a fight. His attack might look simple, but it was incredibly ferocious, clearly aiming to kill Xiang Shaoyun with one strike.
At this moment, Xiang Shaoyun was still bent backward. It did not seem possible that he would be able to avoid this attack. However, he proved himself worthy of being a young Saint who had survived countless dangerous battles. He reacted with incredible speed as his leg shot up and kicked Leng Yuelou’s wrist, stopping the incoming slash.
He followed up with several swift kicks, each kick carrying an overbearing force that pushed Leng Yuelou back. Only then did Leng Yuelou realize how terrifying Xiang Shaoyun was despite having no energy. If he did not use all his strength, he might suffer for real.
Frost Moon!
After retreating some distance away, he spread open his palm and manifested a full moon. The moonlight shone upon Xiang Shaoyun, surrounding him with a bright radiance that forced him to shut his eyes and a frosty energy that turned his entire body stiff. Leng Yuelou chained his attack with a slash, intending to finish the battle once and for all.
Xiang Shaoyun was forced to take this opponent seriously. He mustered all his life force as his aura erupted and broke him free of the frost. He then swiftly caught the incoming slash with both his palms.
Catching the blade with bare hands!
The scimitar contained dense frost energy that could freeze a Sovereign with a single touch. However, Xiang Shaoyun’s rich life force resisted the frost energy. Xiang Shaoyun nimbly pushed the blade aside, changing its trajectory, and he slammed his knee into Leng Yuelou’s abdomen.
Since Xiang Shaoyun wasn’t using his devilish energy, he wasn’t too much faster than Leng Xuelou. His knee barely scraped by Leng Xuelou, who moved aside in time. Of course, Xiang Shaoyun wouldn’t let go of the chance to counterattack. With a roar, he rained punches on Leng Xuelou. Punch after punch slammed into Leng Xuelou’s flesh.
Leng Yuelou protected his body with a layer of frost, but even the layer of frost shattered under Xiang Shaoyun’s punches. He was forced to retreat again and again. However, he still proved worthy of being a pseudo-Saint, as he wasn’t defeated with a single strike like all the previous Sovereigns.
After withdrawing some distance away, Leng Yuelou raised his scimitar with both hands and roared, “You’re already a cripple. Even if you have strong physical strength, without devilish energy and astral energy, you’re nothing! Die!”
Moonrise!
With a swing of his scimitar, a round moon soared into the sky. The moonlight formed a bright curtain that covered the sky and the world below it. This was one of Feng Yuelou’s saint-grade techniques. There was no doubting its prowess, as it was strong enough to kill a Saint.
The surrounding people hurriedly moved away from the battlefield. The entire street was cleared of people as the frost energy emitted by the moon was enough to turn all of them into ice statues.
Even when faced with such an attack, Xiang Shaoyun remained indifferent. With his gift of instincts active, he was able to see through the technique. He was aware that if he did not take this attack seriously, he would end up with a serious injury.
His entire body became filled with strength as his devil blood roared, and his muscles bulged as monstrous strength gathered on his arm. It was as though his arm had turned into a dragon, making him look incomparably imposing. As he threw a punch out, the force of his punch shot out like a dragon that had escaped its leash, crashing against the bright moon in the sky.
Boom!
The dragon demonstrated its overbearing prowess, shattering the moon into pieces! Xiang Shaoyun advanced valiantly, ignoring the boundless frost energy around him as he smashed a path forward and threw a punch at Leng Xuelou’s chest. Leng Yuelou retreated and madly swung his scimitar, refusing to believe that Xiang Shaoyun’s body was indestructible.
“Break!” Xiang Shaoyun’s momentum surged, turning him into a barbaric dragon that could not be stopped. The frost energy was nothing before his fists, which could destroy everything in his path. After smashing through 49 frost sabers, his fist finally reached Leng Yuelou’s chest. He only needed to bring the fist slightly forward to punch through Leng Yuelou’s chest, ending his life.
Leng Yuelou had no way to resist or avoid the attack. He could only shut his eyes and await the embrace of death. When the fist was half an inch away from his chest, it stopped. He only felt a force slam into his chest and no actual fist.
When Leng Yuelou opened his eyes, he was met with a handsome young man whose hair whipped about wildly. The young man’s eyes were as bright as a pair of stars, carrying complete tranquility with no trace of killing intent. Leng Yuelou was filled with disbelief. Was this really the devil who would kill without hesitation? That did not seem to be the case?
“You lost,” said Xiang Shaoyun indifferently as he pulled his fist back. He then turned and started walking away.