Chapter 209: Practice

Chapter 209: Chapter 209: Practice

Yi Xiaoyao’s words sent Bo Yuanhong into an even greater rage. To be called the junior of a Yin Corpse and told he would be taught a lesson—for the Patriarch of the Great Shang Dynasty’s foremost family, this was the greatest insult he had ever endured.

"Yi Xiaoyao, you are a genius, it’s true. Perhaps in a few years, I’d have nothing to say to such words, but right now, you are not qualified!"

The moment his voice fell, Bo Yuanhong shot into the air and dove toward Yi Xiaoyao.

"Teach you a lesson? Why wait several years?"

Yi Xiaoyao gave a cold sneer and erupted with the aura of the Nascent Soul Realm, striding through the air to meet the charging Bo Yuanhong.

When Bo Yuanhong felt Yi Xiaoyao’s aura and saw him walking on air, he was inwardly shaken.

’This kid... he’s actually entered the Nascent Soul Realm?’

After a brief moment of shock, Bo Yuanhong sneered again. "You think you can contend with me just by breaking through to the Nascent Soul Realm? You’re still far too green!"

His gaze turned cold. A long spear appeared in his hand, and he thrust it through the air.

In the next instant, spear and sword met. As a staggering shockwave rippled outward, both Yi Xiaoyao and Bo Yuanhong were violently thrown back.

’What! This kid... he’s a full four minor realms weaker than me, yet he’s not at any disadvantage in our exchange.’

Bo Yuanhong steadied himself in the air, the utter shock he felt written plain on his face.

Seeing the expression on Bo Yuanhong’s face, Yi Xiaoyao felt a smile touch his lips.

He had been able to kill a cultivator at the third layer of the Nascent Soul Realm before even entering the realm himself. Now that he had made his breakthrough, his power had naturally skyrocketed. Moreover, he possessed Dual Nascent Souls; defeating the fifth-layer Nascent Soul Realm Bo Yuanhong would be no difficult task.

"Bo Yuanhong, you tried to kill me, a crime that warrants certain death," Yi Xiaoyao said indifferently. "But for your great grand-uncle’s sake, I will only take one of your arms today."

Upon hearing this, a trace of gratitude touched Corpse Nineteen’s face. He had witnessed Yi Xiaoyao’s ruthlessness firsthand and didn’t doubt for a second that he meant what he said.

Although Bo Yuanhong had insulted Corpse Nineteen, he had done so in ignorance. He was, after all, Corpse Nineteen’s junior, so naturally, Corpse Nineteen didn’t want to see him killed by Yi Xiaoyao.

But Bo Yuanhong wasn’t having any of it. In fact, it only infuriated him further.

"Such arrogance! We’ll see how you plan to take my arm!"

With a furious roar, Bo Yuanhong slammed into Yi Xiaoyao once more. Their sword and spear collided, unleashing a series of deafening booms and powerful shockwaves.

Down below in the Bo Mansion, the members of the Bo Family heard the tremendous commotion and rushed outside one by one to gaze up at the sky.

"Who is that? How dare he come to our Bo Family’s home and act so outrageously?"

"He... He’s Yi Xiaoyao! The one who killed Young Master Qianyang!"

"What! Yi Xiaoyao? That guy’s already a Nascent Soul Realm expert? His cultivation speed is monstrous!"

"Heavens, Yi Xiaoyao is only at the First Layer of the Nascent Soul Realm, and he’s fighting our fifth-layer Patriarch to a standstill!"

The crowd from the Bo Mansion below watched the battle in the sky, their hearts filled with shock.

Meanwhile, high above, Bo Yuanhong’s expression grew increasingly grim as he fought Yi Xiaoyao.

He was discovering that Yi Xiaoyao wasn’t using his full strength at all. It was as if every move, every technique, was simply toying with him.

It felt as if... he was being used as a sparring partner.

That’s right, a sparring partner!

This was Yi Xiaoyao’s first true battle since entering the Nascent Soul Realm, and he was using Bo Yuanhong to assimilate the explosive surge of power that came with it.

So Bo Yuanhong’s instincts were correct. Yi Xiaoyao was, in fact, using him as a whetstone.

’Haha, I can’t believe it. My strength has increased this much!’

Yi Xiaoyao was secretly overjoyed. Only through a true battle could he completely grasp the extent of his own capabilities.

The more he understood, the more excited he became, as his current power had far surpassed his own prior estimates.

’Dual Nascent Souls are indeed powerful. My Spiritual Power alone is double that of others in the Same Realm. If I unleash it all at once, the might is far more than doubled. And once I condense the Primordial Spirit Sword Embryo in my Right Dantian into an Elemental Spirit Sword, I’ll be even stronger.’

Suddenly, Yi Xiaoyao felt Bo Yuanhong’s offensive grow wild and ferocious, abruptly yanking him from his sparring experience.

At that moment, realizing how little Yi Xiaoyao regarded him as an opponent, Bo Yuanhong felt his dignity had been insulted once more.

A deep and utter humiliation!

’He, Bo Yuanhong, was being looked down on by a boy of eighteen or nineteen? A boy who was using him for sparring practice during their duel?’

"Die!"

With a sudden roar, Bo Yuanhong unleashed every ounce of Spiritual Power in his body, pouring it all into his long spear to form his ultimate strike.

He would show Yi Xiaoyao that there was a steep price to pay for daring to use him as a sparring partner!

"Silver Dragon Piercing the Sun!"

The silver spear instantly erupted in a brilliant silver light. Thrust with extreme speed, it truly looked like a magnificent silver dragon piercing the blazing sun as it hurtled toward Yi Xiaoyao.

"The Patriarch is actually using his strongest technique against this kid?"

"Is Yi Xiaoyao really worthy of the Patriarch taking him so seriously?"

"Still, faced with this technique, Yi Xiaoyao is sure to die. Young Master Qianyang will finally be avenged."

All eyes followed the silver dragon as it tore across the sky and pierced the sun, settling on the target of the terrifying attack: Yi Xiaoyao.

But they did not see the slightest hint of panic or despair on Yi Xiaoyao’s face.

"Since you’re in such a hurry, let’s just end this."

Yi Xiaoyao grinned, and his body abruptly exploded with raging flames, transforming him into a Flame Giant that radiated a terrifying aura.

Then, in the instant of the silver Dragon’s Descent, the Flame Giant swung the Flame Sword in its hand, slashing a brilliant arc of light through the air before it.

"Nine Swords of Slaughter, Sixth Style!"

SWOOSH!

As he unleashed the sword strike, the vast sword light fused with the flames and rapidly condensed, forming a great dragon of flame cloaked in Sword Qi Scale Armor.

BOOM!

The silver dragon of spear qi and the fire dragon of sword qi slammed into each other. In an instant, the very air seemed to twist and buckle from the sheer power of the collision.

The next moment, the silver dragon of spear qi completely disintegrated. The fire dragon of sword qi, however, merely had its thick Sword Qi Scale Armor blasted away. Its remaining power still terrifying, it roared onward toward the horrified Bo Yuanhong.

But just an instant before Bo Yuanhong was engulfed, Yi Xiaoyao slashed his sword toward his own fire dragon, dispersing it completely.

At the same time, Bo Yuanhong’s right arm, spraying blood, tumbled from the sky.

The crowd below watched as their Patriarch’s arm landed at their feet. They were all frozen in place, mouths agape in stunned silence.

"The Patriarch... actually lost! And had his arm severed!"

Everyone could also see that if Yi Xiaoyao hadn’t dispersed his own fire dragon, their Patriarch wouldn’t have gotten away with just a lost arm. He would have been severely wounded, if not killed outright!

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