The Han Clan sisters knew how strong Xiang Shaoyun was. With him personally making a move, the group blocking their way would amount to nothing. Lin Yi did not seem to realize that. Instead, he concluded that Xiang Shaoyun had merely caught Yang Shuo by surprise.
"Looks like you are quite capable. Brother Yang, you have been too careless," said Lin Yi. He was in no rush to join the fight. Rather, he took the time to ridicule Yang Shuo.
Lin Yi was only an eighth-stage Skysoar Realm cultivator. He could see that Xiang Shaoyun had a similar cultivation level to Yang Shuo, and he was confident he would be able to deal with Xiang Shaoyun.
In any case, he was clear Yang Shuo had merely been trying to fan his flames so he would make a move against the sisters and Xiang Shaoyun. He was merely repaying Yang Shuo the same favor. One ought to admit that these young masters of influential clans were rather good at scheming.
Sure enough, those words caused Yang Shuo to bounce off the ground before charging Xiang Shaoyun without any hesitation. A green fist energy shot straight toward Xiang Shaoyun's face, carrying a rather impressive might with it. Unfortunately, when the fist was about to hit, Xiang Shaoyun easily caught it and kicked Yang Shuo's belly.
An intense pain assaulted Yang Shuo's stomach, and he started vomiting. It was evident the kick had been a heavy one.
"Scram!" said Xiang Shaoyun as he looked at Yang Shuo and Lin Yi.
The moment Lin Yi met Xiang Shaoyun's eyes, his heart trembled for no apparent reason. It was as if Xiang Shaoyun had transformed into a dragon that was roaring at him, filling his heart with fear.
It was at this moment that a furious shout rang out, "You dare harm my young master? Die!"
An imposing pressure pressed down upon Xiang Shaoyun as a massive palm energy crashed down from above. The attacker was from a first-stage Emperor, most probably someone from Yang Shuo's side. Someone like him was definitely enough to scare regular Kings. However, he was nothing before Xiang Shaoyun.
Xiang Shaoyun slowly lowered his stance, pulled his fist back, and threw a punch toward the palm. The fist seemed slow, but when launched, it was akin to a raging lightning bolt filled with power.
The palm and fist collided loudly. Xiang Shaoyun remained standing on the same spot and was still perfectly fine. In the sky was a middle-aged man who continued attacking like an eagle.
"Since you are seeking death, I will lend you a hand," said Xiang Shaoyun, his eyes turning frosty upon sensing the Emperor's murderous intent.
He then transformed into a bolt of lightning, shooting into the sky, and bombarded the middle-aged man with a barrage of Lightning Bolt Fists. Each punch was filled with boundless power, intimidating all who were witnessing the fight.
In the blink of an eye, Xiang Shaoyun and the Emperor had exchanged over 100 moves, catching the attention of many people. Naturally, Han Pojun and Du Xuanhao had also noticed the ongoing battle. However, they were confident Xiang Shaoyun could solve it himself. They only needed to make a move when required.
"Old Du, who exactly is Young Master Xiang?" Han Pojun asked.
"You don't need to know that. All you need to know is that his background is no weaker than your Han Clan's," said Du Xuanhao.
Han Pojun knew that Du Xuanhao was hiding something, but he did not press on for answers. After all, he knew that everyone had their own secrets and that being overly pushy would only annoy others.
He shifted the topic, "What do you think of my nieces?"
"Graceful and elegant. Not bad," said Du Xuanhao.
"What do you think about keeping them by Young Master Xiang's side?" Han Pojun suggested. Du Xuanhao blanked out.
Meanwhile, Lin Yi was cursing inwardly, This kid is actually so powerful! That bastard Yang Shuo is laying a trap for me!
He quickly fled with his men, abandoning the Emperor still battling Xiang Shaoyun. There was no way a young man this powerful was someone without a background. In fact, even Yang Shuo himself had reached the same conclusion as his legs shivered with fear. At this point, it no longer mattered if his men could defeat Xiang Shaoyun because he had definitely provoked a scary organization and would be the one to suffer in the end.
At this time, Xiang Shaoyun was starting to gain the upper hand in the ongoing battle. He kicked repeatedly, sending numerous hurricanes forward, keeping the Emperor busy. The Emperor was forced to draw his weapon in his attempt to suppress Xiang Shaoyun with force. In response, Xiang Shaoyun activated his gift of instincts and moved like the wind to the Emperor's flank. Before the Emperor could finish his attack, Xiang Shaoyun attacked.
Havoc Dance: Havoc Fist!
His punch seemed ordinary and did not look like anything special. Suddenly, lightning swirled around the fist, and dragon roars started ringing in the air as the fist began emanating an indescribable power.
The domineering fist also attracted several silver lightning bolts from the sky, further enhancing its might. The Emperor was greatly shocked, but he was unable to switch his stance in time. Instantly, Xiang Shaoyun struck the Emperor through an opening he found, and the nine silver lightning bolts struck the Emperor, completely disorienting him. Xiang Shaoyun pressed on with several elbow strikes to the Emperor's heart.
The Emperor was sent flying away while coughing blood, eventually crashing heavily onto the ground. Yang Shuo was greatly frightened by what he saw. Without any hesitation, he started fleeing. He was afraid that he would die if he was any slower. Unfortunately for him, Xiang Shaoyun would not allow him to flee.
He had barely moved when Xiang Shaoyun kicked his back, sending him flying far away. It was unknown whether he survived the kick. The people in the area were filled with shock.
"How powerful. He is indeed worthy of being the Yu Clan's son-in-law candidate. He is actually a legitimate War Emperor."
"War Emperor my ass. He is more like a Super War Emperor. He is only a seventh-stage King, yet he can already defeat an Emperor. After advancing a stage or two, his combat prowess will become even scarier."
"What's his name? We need to befriend him if we have the chance."
"I heard his name is Xiang Shaoyun. He can't be a member of the legendary Xiang Clan, right?"
"Don't lightly make such assumptions, but a young man this strong is really rare. Only someone like this is worthy of being the Yu Clan's son-in-law."
Xiang Shaoyun ignored the crowd. Just as he was about to head toward Du Xuanhao and Han Pojun, several figures shot toward him.Previous Chapter Next Chapter