Hou Yuxiao at this moment looked at Zhao Ponu’s panic with a face full of cold sneers and ferocity. He had known all along that, given Zhao Ponu’s status, those seven men in black would not take him as their leader, but at the very least, they wouldn’t let him come to harm. Therefore, from the beginning, he never intended to kill Zhao Ponu so easily.
The sixth white Divine Lotus petal could temporarily enhance his cultivation with merit. He had calculated this before, that he could spend at most three million eight hundred thousand merit points. Any more would endanger his life. How far three million eight hundred thousand merit points would take his cultivation, he was not sure.
To kill Zhao Ponu, he must increase his cultivation in that split second when those seven men could not react, and strike a deadly blow. There was but this one opportunity, how could he not seize it well.
The sword thrust to the chest was something he deliberately let Zhao Ponu have, firstly to paralyze him, and secondly, naturally, it was to create this perfect moment.
Hou Yuxiao watched as his staff, with no suspense, cleaved upon Zhao Ponu’s head, his expression becoming even more fierce. That was the hatred pent up in his heart for five full years, a hatred none of them had ever forgotten a single day.
Bang...
This strike, filled with raging fury and bolstered by a sudden surge to Qiányáng realm, carved a trajectory of immense power that instantly ruptured the space, creating a gully over ten miles long on the ground.
Sputter...
Seeing Zhao Ponu spew a mouthful of vile blood, Hou Yuxiao felt not the slightest pleasure but rather his brows furrowed deeply, his face full of regret. Even though he had speculated that this mongrel wouldn’t be so easy to kill, seeing it with his own eyes was another matter entirely.
Zhao Ponu’s skull must have shattered, but at the same time, his body emitted a golden radiance, evidently a thin layer of gauzy light, clearly similar to the Golden Silk Soft Armor, a protective treasure.
Even the full might of a master in the Qiányáng realm could not break through; evidently, the armor’s grade was incredibly high. Up until now, the most potent Hou Yuxiao knew of were Spiritual Artifacts, but judging by its effect, the grade of this soft armor could be higher even than that of spiritual ones.
"You’ve wrecked my Golden Armor, carve up this old coot for me!"
Zhao Ponu’s voice carried a ferocious overtone yet tinged with underlying timidity. Although the fear in his heart had not fully subsided, the overwhelming rage could not be suppressed. He yelled shrilly at the elderly man rushing over, pointing at Hou Yuxiao, his face twisted with a bitter determination to pulverize him to dust.
Yet, before he spoke, or rather before the elderly man arrived, Hou Yuxiao had already darted several times through the air towards the direction the old man came from, making a beeline for Zhan Taiqing, who was desperately holding on amidst the encirclement of the six Qiányáng realm masters.
Having failed to deliver the kill, he must escape!
This was the plan Hou Yuxiao had crafted before he even made his move. With Zhao Ponu bringing so many Yin Yang Saint Realm martial artists, who knew if more masters would still arrive. A dragon cannot suppress a local snake, let alone mentioning he and Zhan Taiqing were not the dragons here, nor was Qinjian Villa the local snake.
Hou Yuxiao was dragging Zhan Taiqing, who was already injured, her mouth dripping with blood. Her injuries were no fewer than his own, but Zhan Taiqing obviously did not want to escape. Despite her injuries, she was still trying to break free, incessantly talking to him:
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"If you have this power, you should join forces with me to slay them!"
"The northern lands are filled with such people, we can’t escape them."
"We can’t head south, I still need to go to the Divine Capital."
"Hou Yuxiao, if you dare disobey me, what are you trying to do?"
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Slap!
The Karmic Obstacles in Hou Yuxiao’s mind were almost at their breaking point. His mood was already inexplicably turbulent, yet still holding a shred of rationality. At this moment, hearing her incessant chatter, his irritation soared, and in a rage, he slapped her across the face.
"Wench, shut your mouth. If it weren’t for your insistence on heading North, we wouldn’t be in such a peril, speak more nonsense and I’ll kill you first."
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