Chapter 370: One Against Four
"Eight-Star Dou Zun!?"
The four experts from the Heavenly Underworld Sect and Hua Jin stared at Xiao Yuan, whose power had surged by six whole stars in an instant, as if they'd just seen a ghost.
"How the hell is this the Three Mysterious Transformations of Heavenly Fire? This has gotta be Six Transformations or something!"
One of them couldn't help but curse.
"No, that kid must be stacking two secret techniques," the lead gray-robed elder said, regaining composure. "Still, he's no ordinary fellow. To push the Three Mysterious Transformations of Heavenly Fire to this level likely requires three different Heavenly Flames. And using two secret techniques at once… the burden on his body must be immense. He won't last long!"
"Exactly. Once the time limit ends, he'll be at our mercy!"
The others finally calmed their nerves and nodded in agreement.
"Heh… I'm afraid you won't live long enough to see that happen."
Xiao Yuan sneered and waved his hand over his storage ring. Six golden figures appeared—the Thunderclap Pavilion's Heavenly Demon Puppets.
"Thunder Venerable, take your boys and deal with the traitorous piece of trash down below."
Even though Xiao Yuan knew the Thunder Venerable was mindless, he still issued the cold-blooded order like a command.
He hated nothing more than traitors to their own sect.
In truth, these six puppets were more than enough to kill a Six-Star Dou Zun. But Xiao Yuan wasn't interested in that—he had come to fight. While he couldn't defeat ten at once, taking on four wasn't beyond him.
His recent closed-door cultivation hadn't just raised his Dou Qi—it had massively enhanced his combat power.
"Fourth, test his strength first."
"Got it."
A thin, sinister-looking elder stepped forward. In a flash, he appeared in front of Xiao Yuan and thrust out a palm filled with dark Dou Qi.
"Hmph!"
Xiao Yuan sneered and silently activated the Demonic Thunder Body. Black lightning surged across his body, and destructive force gathered on his fist.
"Heavenly Thunder Walk!"
With a thunderous roar in his heart, Xiao Yuan transformed into a streak of black lightning and smashed directly into the elder. Their clash echoed with the sound of bones shattering, followed by the man's shriek of pain.
Boom!
The elder was sent flying, smashing through an entire mountain before crumpling in a heap. One of his arms was twisted and blackened—clearly ruined.
"Idiot."
Xiao Yuan shook his hand and mocked the fallen foe.
His physical strength already rivaled top-tier eighth-rank magical beasts. After his recent enhancements with earth energy, even the noble Taixu Ancient Dragons would struggle to match him. The only ones who might beat him were those with supreme bloodlines.
And now that he was using the destructive Black Demon Thunder, even other Eight-Star Dou Zuns would suffer in a head-on clash. This Six-Star Dou Zun was simply courting death.
"Fourth!"
Seeing his companion crushed in one move, the lead elder turned grim. While the attack hadn't been with full force, it still proved something—Xiao Yuan was, indeed, a true Eight-Star Dou Zun in power!
"Xiao Yuan, I'll see if you can escape the Heavenly Underworld Sect today! Remember my name: Senluo Ghost Venerable!"
With a snarl, he formed a triangle formation with the Demonic Flower Lord and another expert, surrounding Xiao Yuan.
"Attack!"
Once the formation closed, Senluo gave the signal. Three powerful auras exploded outward, and they lunged at Xiao Yuan like lightning.
"Heh."
Unfazed, Xiao Yuan clasped his hands, and dark green and black lightning surged around him. A second figure slowly emerged from his body—an exact replica of him!
"The Three Thousand Lightning Illusion Clone!?"
The trio's expressions tightened. Getting injured at the start had already been a disaster. Now this kid had summoned a clone with battle power nearly matching his own? What a monster!
The clone immediately went after the other expert, and even dragged the wounded elder into the fight to prevent him from recovering.
Meanwhile, the Demonic Flower Lord's expression turned grim. He unleashed sharp bursts of energy from his folding fan and slashed at Xiao Yuan's throat.
Xiao Yuan calmly tilted his head, dodging with ease, then threw a blazing fist straight at his opponent's skull.
"Hmph!"
Having seen Xiao Yuan's strength firsthand, the Demonic Flower Lord didn't dare to take the blow head-on. He quickly unfolded his fan, shielding himself with condensed Dou Qi.
But Xiao Yuan's punch landed with blazing force, golden flames erupting and rapidly spreading up the fan toward the man's arm.
To his horror, even the Dou Qi defending him caught fire!
"What kind of terrifying Heavenly Flame is this!?"
Startled, the Demonic Flower Lord retreated quickly, his sleeves already turned to ash.
Xiao Yuan prepared to pursue when Senluo Ghost Venerable suddenly appeared in front of him. A pitch-black ghost claw reached out like a reaper's hand.
"Taste my Nine Nether Ghost Hand!"
Sensing its deadly chill, Xiao Yuan scoffed, "You think I fear you one-on-one?"
He coated his hand in golden flame and struck out.
"Great Sorrow Wind Ripping Palm!"
Their blows collided, sending out shockwaves that distorted the space around them.
Boom!
Senluo stumbled back several steps, each one shattering the air beneath him.
Still lacking high-tier Dou Techniques…
Xiao Yuan frowned—he hadn't finished the old ghost off.
"You brat… you've got some skill!"
Senluo's arm throbbed with pain. This kid's power was truly monstrous.
Meanwhile, the Demonic Flower Lord was still fighting off Xiao Yuan's freakish flame, far from his usual composed self.
As for the clone, its electrical fury had overwhelmed its two targets—one already injured, the other struggling to keep up.
And Hua Jin? Surrounded by six puppets, she was like a lone boat in a hurricane—barely surviving.
Senluo and the Demonic Flower Lord both sensed this and grew desperate. They surrounded themselves in energy, preparing for an all-out assault.
"Haaah..."
Xiao Yuan exhaled slowly, his body still brimming with energy.
"Go!"
Senluo and the Demonic Flower Lord charged, their attacks tearing through space.
Xiao Yuan responded with twin fire dragons, golden and thunderous, clashing against their beams.
"Chiiiii!"
The sky twisted into a mirage as their battle raged.
"Nine Nether Ghost Hand!"
"Demonic Wind Slash!"
Attacks bombarded Xiao Yuan like rain.
But Xiao Yuan spun his hands, forming a golden dragon spear wrapped in flame and lightning. He met each attack head-on with explosive strikes, sending dazzling shockwaves through the sky.
The battlefield turned into a chaotic storm visible for miles, as if the sky itself were burning.
Despite all their efforts, the two elders couldn't wear him down. Their energy drained fast—but Xiao Yuan looked as fresh as ever.
"Yao Hua!"
Senluo shouted, and the Demonic Flower Lord nodded grimly. Their auras suddenly shifted—now pure murderous intent flooded the air.
"Let's see just how much punishment you can take, boy!"
They summoned the Heavenly Underworld Shura Hand—a hundred-meter-long black spectral claw formed from pure killing intent. If it struck, it would devastate not just Xiao Yuan's body but his very will.
"Heavenly Underworld Shura Hand, huh…"
Xiao Yuan narrowed his eyes, then formed four blazing hand seals:
"Mountain-Crushing Seal! Sea-Flipping Seal! Earth-Covering Seal! Sky-Obliterating Seal!"
The radiant seals, layered with golden flame, shot forth.
Boom!
The colossal black claw met the fiery seals. Within moments, the golden flames devoured the killing energy—turning the terrifying claw into ashes.
(END CHAPTER)
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