I Don't Want to Get Hurt, So I'll Max Out My Defense - Chapter 329:
Chapter 329: Chapter 330 Who on Earth is This Great Power?
Translator: 549690339
Elder Song’s expression changed at this moment as well.
He finally sensed something was wrong; the color of the flames was off. This was not the Demonic Flame he had unleashed.
Due to his overconfidence earlier, he hadn’t scrutinized the flames closely. Now, upon a closer look, he realized that although the flame somewhat resembled his own Demonic Flame, it was pitch black inside, completely different from his own purple-black flame.
Moreover, the black silhouette wrapped within the flames was still intact, and the figure even waved at him.
“How is this possible? You know how to play with fire too?”
“How could you possibly possess flames that can contend with mine?”
The old man’s face showed shock. His flame was derived from an arm of the Half-Step Great Crossing Stage and was not something ordinary flames could compare to.
“Heh, your flame makes for pretty decent nourishment,” said Li Xiaobai indifferently, beckoning with his hand, the Hellfire receded, revealing his figure.
“It must be your family’s treasure. I must admit, geniuses really do get special treatment. I had to navigate death to acquire my treasure, but you’re born with it. No matter, by killing you here today, your treasure will be mine!”
The old man let out a long howl to the sky and roared fiercely.
Behind him, the Demonic Divine Spirit opened its massive mouth and another orb of eerie purple flame swept towards Li Xiaobai.
At the same time, he formed a Seal Spell with his hands and threw a punch towards Li Xiaobai.
Li Xiaobai made no particular gesture, merely lifting his hand slightly, and the Hellfire around him instantly ignited. The eerie purple Demonic Flame was instantly absorbed, and even the Primordial Spirit Phantom in the void was covered with a layer of strange black flame.
In just a few breaths’ time, the Demonic Divine Spirit completely merged into the darkness.
“Pu!”
The old man spat out a torrent of blood. His Primordial Spirit was burned away, severely wounding him in an instant.
“This is impossible, what kind of flame is this?”
“You are not at the Nascent Soul Stage, who exactly are you?”
The old man looked at Li Xiaobai with terror in his eyes. His attack had been devoured by that strange black flame, something no ordinary genius could achieve. The other party’s cultivation level was above his!
“I am Li Xiaobai. I never claimed to have the cultivation level of the Nascent Soul Stage,” he replied.
With a pointed finger from Li Xiaobai, a ball of pitch-black flames darted through the void, and the old man was instantly reduced to ashes, not even letting out a scream.
The crowd was utterly silent.
Jing Kun was shocked. The advantageous position disappeared in an instant. What happened to the promise of incinerating the opponent in one breath?
How did it turn out that their own person was the one burnt to nothing in the blink of an eye?
The surrounding cultivators were also dumbstruck, utterly overwhelmed by shock. The Nascent Soul Stage master they revered like a god was so easily slain?
A chill rose in their hearts, and the cultivators felt a cold draft at the nape of their necks.
The young man before them was not some youthful prodigy; he was a genuine bigshot, undoubtedly a hidden old monster in disguise.
To kill a Nascent Soul Cultivator with a mere flick of the hand, what kind of cultivation level must one have?
It must at least be of the Divinity Transformation Stage, and perhaps even an elder of the Tribulation Crossing Stage!
The more they thought about it, the more frightened they became. Had they actually provoked a bigshot who might be at the Tribulation Crossing Stage?
Do all bigshots like to disguise themselves as youngsters nowadays?
“You… did you just kill Elder Song?” another Nascent Soul Cultivator asked Li Xiaobai, staring at him in a daze.
“Hmm, I did,” Li Xiaobai nodded and replied.
“How… how did you kill him?” the cultivator continued, his eyes somewhat vacant, asking in a daze.
“Like this,” Li Xiaobai snapped his fingers. A wisp of uncanny black flashed by, and the cultivator was incinerated into nothingness in an instant.
[Current Spread Range: Fifteen meters.]
He turned his head to look at Yang Huan, “You can ask your questions now.”
Yang Huan had also snapped out of his dazed state by this point, feeling a surge of elation in his heart. The figure before him was even more formidable than he had imagined, slaughtering Nascent Soul cultivators as if they were mere vegetables, incinerating them with a mere flicker of a flame.
This time, he truly stumbled upon a treasure.
“Yes! The young lady will go and make inquiries at once!”
Yang Huan took quick steps to advance toward Jing Kun, saying word by word, “Will you confess on your own, or do you want the boss to search your soul?”
“I’ll confess, I’ll confess!”
“I’m ignorant, please, boss, spare me!”
Jing Kun was almost crying at this moment, wondering why on earth didn’t you say you were the boss earlier, what was the meaning of pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger?
The twists and turns of the situation had been too much for his little heart to bear.
“Out with it, who’s the mastermind behind you?”
Yang Huan continued to press on, paying no attention to his pleas for mercy.
“It’s Lord Cangying!”
Jing Kun looked at Li Xiaobai with some trepidation as he spoke.
“Who is Lord Cangying?”
Yang Huan frowned, as she had not heard of this name before.
“Lord Cangying is a major power of the Evil Sect in the First Battlefield, who absorbs peripheral cultivators to amass his own forces. These are all things he taught me!”
Jing Kun explained.
“Then why did he instigate you to do such a thing?”
Yang Huan’s complexion grew unsightly, knowing that the masters of the First Battlefield were not to be underestimated; even the least of them would be at the Tribulation Crossing Stage. No wonder this fellow had the audacity to be so reckless with such a powerful person as his backer.
“This humble one does not know, that great person merely said there is something that needs to be placed within these several battlefields, and he does not wish for others to see it. Therefore, he tasked me to discreetly manipulate events, annihilating these camps and cultivators,”
Jing Kun explained.
“Is that thing a piece of a relic?”
Li Xiaobai suddenly asked, particularly interested in the cultivators of the Evil Sect. After all, he had previously guessed that the relic fragment was most likely planted by an Evil Cultivator.
“This humble one does not know, does the great person happen to know Lord Cangying?”
“Might you, out of respect for Lord Cangying’s reputation, spare this humble one?”
“The treasures within this camp, this humble one is willing to offer with both hands, take whatever you desire, pick anything you like!”
Jing Kun begged on his knees, well aware that his life or death today depended on the word of the boss.
“Cangying?”
“A fly?”
“This Evil Sect sure has an interesting approach to naming. I do not know any fly, nor do I wish to, and now, you may die. I shall grant you a swift end,”
Li Xiaobai said slowly as the entire camp was enveloped by shadows in the blink of an eye.
Jing Kun wanted to say more, but was rendered speechless by the sight before him. The fields surrounding the camp, as far as the eye could see, were engulfed in inky, pitch-black flames, with the whole sky darkening.
Layers upon layers of flames surged, raising a storm of shock and awe, with an intense heat shrouding everyone, as though it could claim lives at any moment.
“All around the camp it’s… these flames?”
“We’ve been surrounded!”
“Just who are you?”
“The entire wasteland is covered in this fire!”
The cultivators within the camp were in an uproar, with several Nascent Soul cultivators turning pale with terror, screaming in fear.
Many took to the skies, attempting to use secret techniques to flee through the high air, only to find to their horror that outside the camp, almost everything was a vast black sea. There was neither a place to land, nor could they discern any direction.
What kind of existence had they provoked, for the fire to cover the whole wasteland!
