Chapter 1154 - 382: Wicked Xueyang

"So that’s how it is!" Su Yue exhaled a heavy breath of stale air.

No wonder. Yuan Longhan was so biased toward Bai Zhiyong, yet to get Su Yue’s help in retrieving the Star-Cleansing Ice Crystal, he hadn’t hesitated to let Bai Zhiyong be mauled and crippled by the Short-Snout Pigs. It turned out the Spiritual Spring involved so many complications. Still, Su Yue wasn’t ready to wade into these muddy waters. His father definitely knew what was at stake, yet insisted he shouldn’t go, likely because he knew the task’s extreme difficulty. Moreover, Su Yue still couldn’t quite get over the hurdle in his heart.

"My love, don’t be discouraged!

"This Pink-Faced Flower is a specialty from the Wet Realm near the Eight Races Sacred Land. It can be used to refine miraculous pills, and I’m giving it to you.

"This Black Jade Stone is also from near the Eight Races Sacred Land. I risked my life to snatch it back, and it represents my love for you.

"There are also these three pills, precious elixirs similarly from the Eight Races Sacred Land that I couldn’t even bear to take myself.

"If calculated in the currency of the Divine Land, these three items are worth over ninety million.

"Taking my gifts should make you a bit happier.

"Forget your ex-boyfriend. I’ll go to the Wet Realm to steal treasures to support you."

Mu Cheng was sulking, and Xueyang just had to approach her with treasures at this exact moment. In the distance, Ban Rongchen really wanted to kill Xueyang. He wished this piece of trash would just give it a rest.

The treasures were absolutely genuine. Their value of ninety million was also true, especially that herb, which could refine pills suitable even for Eighth-Grade Martial Artists. A ninety million estimate was probably on the low end. Since Xueyang was from the Eight Races Sacred Land, getting his hands on these items wasn’t too difficult for him. This animal was certainly generous. Ban Rongchen wanted to stop him, but they had agreed before coming that Xueyang could court Mu Cheng to his heart’s content, as long as he stayed within reasonable limits. For now, he hadn’t crossed the line.

"I’m going to kill you today!"

Before Mu Cheng could even lose her temper, Bai Xiaolong had already reached the end of his tolerance. Having finally waited for the Evil Lice extermination to finish, he finally had his chance to fight.

SWISH SWISH SWISH SWISH!

Without another word, Bai Xiaolong’s sword glare enveloped Xueyang. The entire audience was left speechless. Young people had explosive tempers, attacking at the drop of a hat with astonishing speed.

WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH!

Instantly, the crowd cleared a wide enough space for Bai Xiaolong and Xueyang to duel. Fierce winds howled as sword light flashed. Even though Bai Xiaolong was wielding a wooden sword, its sharp aura lashed out like a long whip, continuously triggering sonic booms in the air.

SWISH SWISH SWISH SWISH!

Bai Xiaolong’s sword moved like a massive broom, the afterimages of the blade layering over each other to form a terrifying birdcage of sword edges. Even the Martial Artists watching nearby felt a terrifying sense of suffocation. Bai Xiaolong’s sword was fast. It was also incredibly precise.

Mu Cheng’s pupils flickered with inner shock. They hadn’t seen each other for long, yet Bai Xiaolong’s strength had absolutely skyrocketed. If he continued to break through at this rate, it was highly likely he would reach the Grandmaster realm before graduating from Wuda. A Grandmaster of Martial Arts. How terrifying.

Nanwu School’s leaders were also astonished. Bai Xiaolong’s strength was simply too terrifying; he was a total monster. Su Yue was slightly surprised as well. With his current strength, Bai Xiaolong could already fight the former Li Duozhi and might not even lose. Among Fifth-Grade Martial Artists, he could absolutely rank in the top ten.

"Hahaha! I thought Bai Xiaolong would be impressive, but it turns out he’s just a fraud."

Just as the crowd was marveling at Bai Xiaolong’s formidable strength, a burst of indescribably arrogant laughter rang out from the battlefield. Indeed, it was Xueyang laughing maniacally.

Bai Xiaolong was very strong, and his sword was exceptionally fast—so fast it was a blur to the eye. Yet even a sword like this could do nothing to Xueyang. With his hands clasped behind his back, his body writhed like a boneless loach, dodging Bai Xiaolong’s barrage from impossible angles every single time. Sometimes, the crowd clearly saw Bai Xiaolong stab Xueyang, only for the opponent to flicker away, revealing that the attack had only hit an afterimage. Xueyang’s evasive abilities once again redefined everyone’s expectations.

Even Mu Jingliang looked at Xueyang in surprise. Truth be told, he couldn’t quite see through Xueyang’s dodging trajectory either. It was likely bolstered by some peerless combat tactic; his speed was simply somewhat demonic. But since the other party was a Prince of Mandie Country, it would be impolite for a General of the Military Department like him to pry. This guy had some serious skills.

Although Ban Rongchen remained expressionless, he felt incredibly helpless inside. He actually hoped Bai Xiaolong would cripple Xueyang. However, he knew clearly that Xueyang’s abilities came from a thousand-year-old monster, said to be the supreme pinnacle of heaven and earth—Bihui Cave. Whether on Earth or in the Wet Realm, absolutely no one could hit him. It was practically a rule of nature.

Wait, no. Su Yue had broken that rule once, though that might have been due to Xueyang’s carelessness. This guy was a monster.

The battle continued.

Bai Xiaolong was so angry his liver physically hurt. He wondered what kind of animal this was, and why his clear strikes were completely ineffective. It was impossible and defied all logic.

As the battle dragged into a stalemate, the Qi Blood inside Bai Xiaolong’s body began to dry up. Meanwhile, Xueyang still wore that same disdainful smile. Finally, Xueyang spotted a flaw in Bai Xiaolong’s defense.

BOOM!

Seizing the split-second opportunity, Xueyang landed a punch squarely on Bai Xiaolong’s heart.

BANG!

Bai Xiaolong was sent flying. He stumbled backward for over a dozen steps before barely steadying himself.

COUGH, COUGH... COUGH...

A violent fit of coughing followed. Though he didn’t spit up blood, Bai Xiaolong had still sustained a mild injury. He had lost. Damn it. He was so angry it physically pained him. From start to finish, his opponent had only unleashed a single move, yet he had been defeated just like that. It was the biggest joke in the world.

"Trash!" Xueyang mocked Bai Xiaolong with contempt from a distance.

Truthfully, Xueyang also admired Bai Xiaolong’s strength. The Celestial Saint’s prediction had been right. Earth’s Outer Realm Demons did indeed possess some skill; without the abilities bestowed by the Celestial Saint, he wouldn’t have been Bai Xiaolong’s match at all. In the Fifth-Grade realm, the strength of Wuwen Race Martial Artists had actually surpassed that of the Fifth-Grade cultivators from the Eight Races Sacred Land. These Outer Realm Demons progressed rapidly and had an incredibly strong comprehension of combat tactics.

"I heard there’s also someone named Meng Yang. Come at me together. I only ever need one move to deal with Fifth-Grade Martial Artists of the Divine Land.

"Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. We’ll stop before any real damage is done."

Xueyang exhaled another breath of stale air. He loved seeing the helpless expressions on the faces of these Outer Realm Demons. It was so satisfying. The only fly in the ointment was that that bastard Su Yue didn’t dare to step forward. He could go easy on others, but against Su Yue, he would definitely play dirty. The animal had actually dared to slash him.

"How on earth did he do that?" Su Yue had also been observing Xueyang closely.

He hadn’t guessed at all that Xueyang was the Yingjie Saint Son. After all, it was Bihui Cave’s disguise, possessing an authenticity rivaling even the System’s disguises, so Su Yue never even considered the possibility. Furthermore, Xueyang’s identity was perfectly crafted. As a Prince of Mandie Country accompanied by a Ninth-Grade uncle, it was very hard for anyone to suspect him.

Was it speed? Was it an afterimage? What exactly was it?

Su Yue couldn’t make heads or tails of it. He felt the exact same way Bai Xiaolong did: they clearly saw the blade pierce flesh, yet every time it turned out to be a mere afterimage. This was simply demonic. But could a Fifth-Grade Martial Artist really achieve that kind of speed? Let alone a Fifth-Grade, not even a Seventh-Grade Grandmaster could be that fast.