Chapter 259: Annihilating Han Sheng

Chapter 259: Chapter 259: Annihilating Han Sheng

When Yi Xiaoyao spoke, the first reaction of the Ninth Team members behind him wasn’t to answer his question, but to stare in utter shock.

"Hmph! You trash. You barely managed to block that casual move of mine, and you think you can kill me?" Han Sheng sneered coldly.

And though the members of the Ninth Team deeply respected Yi Xiaoyao, they couldn’t help but think the same thing.

Although Yi Xiaoyao had just blocked a move for Feng Ji, he had been sent flying, and a trace of blood had even trickled from the corner of his mouth. How could he possibly be a match for Han Sheng?

"Captain, we should just stall for a while and wait for Yuan Lie and Captain Leng to get here!"

Feng Ji suggested, his expression extremely grave. The others all felt the same way.

"No need. You just need to answer my previous question."

Yi Xiaoyao spoke calmly, but his aura sharpened. A destructive Sword Intent spread out, causing the members of the Ninth Team to tremble slightly.

"Killing an enemy at the Squad Leader level would certainly earn you enough Battle Merits to become a Squad Leader yourself, Captain, but..."

Feng Ji began to answer, but before he could voice his concerns, he was interrupted by Yi Xiaoyao’s laughter.

"Good. In that case, leave this guy to me!"

With that, he activated the Soul Burning Forbidden Technique, instantly raising his Cultivation to the level of the Eighth Realm of Nascent Soul.

At that moment, intense Killing Intent and a cold glint flashed in the eyes of Han Sheng, who stood opposite him.

"Excellent! Do you know why I didn’t just leave, but came looking for you instead?"

"Because before I leave, I must avenge my little brother!"

Han Sheng raised the Blood-Burning Incense in his hand, his gaze fixed deadly on Yi Xiaoyao, following the direction the bloody smoke drifted.

After speaking, he shot furiously toward Yi Xiaoyao.

Han Sheng was completely shrouded in an incredibly dense blood mist. The astonishingly cold Qi emanating from the mist alone was almost too much for the members of the Ninth Team to bear.

Yi Xiaoyao’s eyes shifted slightly. He naturally understood the meaning behind Han Sheng’s words.

"So, you’re Han Yuan’s older brother?"

Then, as if remembering something, Yi Xiaoyao suddenly grinned. Looking at the blood mist enveloping him, he said, "In that case, dealing with you will be even easier."

The moment his voice fell, a scorching heat wave rolled out. Flame erupted directly from Yi Xiaoyao’s body as he raised a hand and blasted a Flaming Giant Fist toward the chilling blood mist.

HISS!

Like a red-hot iron plunging into ice and snow, the moment the Flaming Giant Fist made contact with the blood mist, the mist hissed and rapidly dispersed as if it had met its ultimate nemesis.

And in an instant, the Fire Fist had already punched a huge hole through the entire blood mist, hurtling directly toward Han Sheng within.

"What?!"

Han Sheng’s expression changed drastically. He reacted hastily, shooting out several Blood Snakes to disintegrate and extinguish the Fire Fist.

The next moment, Han Sheng looked at Yi Xiaoyao in horror and asked in a grim voice, "What kind of Flame is this? It can actually break through my Immortal Blood Mist!?"

Yi Xiaoyao smiled faintly. This was why, after learning that Han Sheng was Han Yuan’s brother, he had said that dealing with him would be even easier.

Because Yi Xiaoyao could see that the extreme cold blood mist emanating from Han Sheng was clearly from the same Cultivation Technique that Han Yuan had practiced. And the ultimate counter to this technique was extreme Flame.

Hearing Han Sheng’s question, Yi Xiaoyao laughed mockingly. "Back then, before your little brother Han Yuan died, he asked the same question."

Killing Intent immediately erupted in Han Sheng’s eyes. He bared his teeth in a furious snarl, his face a mask of sinister rage.

"So what if you have this powerful Flame? In the end, your Cultivation is only at the Nascent Soul Realm. For me to kill you would be as easy as flipping my hand!"

Then, the blood mist around Han Sheng surged violently.

But Yi Xiaoyao just laughed. "You two really are brothers! Your little brother said the exact same thing to me before he died."

At these words, Han Sheng’s rage became uncontrollable. He let out a low, terrifying roar, and the blood mist rapidly condensed, becoming like real blood.

"I’ll make you pay the price! Immortal Blood Hand!"

Immediately after, a gigantic blood hand shot forward, intending to crush Yi Xiaoyao.

"Hmph! Next, you will suffer the same fate as your brother—death!"

Yi Xiaoyao snorted coldly. He then thrust out a palm, and the Heaven-Shattering Demon Flame Palm swelled in the air, roaring toward the great blood hand with immense momentum.

At this moment, feeling the power emanating from the giant flame palm and the giant blood hand in the sky, the members of the Ninth Team had their mouths hanging open unconsciously, their eyes wide with shock as they stared at the scene.

Han Sheng’s strength filled them with a deep, instinctual fear, but the power Yi Xiaoyao displayed was what truly shook them to the core.

If any of them had to face that palm from Yi Xiaoyao, there was no doubt they would be utterly powerless to resist.

The people of the Ninth Team knew Yi Xiaoyao was strong, but they never imagined he could be *this* strong.

The next moment, the giant flame palm and the giant blood hand collided.

BOOM!!

An astonishing shockwave spread out.

Immediately after, under the scorching heat of the giant flame palm, the giant blood hand let out a startling hissing sound and gave off the stench of burnt blood as it rapidly withered and disintegrated.

"What! How is this possible!?"

Han Sheng was filled with disbelief as he watched his Immortal Blood Hand get destroyed so easily.

One had to understand that even when facing an enemy a Realm higher than him, he could rely on his unique Extreme Cold Blood Technique to remain undefeated.

Take the Immortal Blood Hand he had just used, for example. Due to his Cultivation Technique, even if it encountered a technique with greater power, it would be difficult to destroy, which was why it was called "Immortal."

But before Yi Xiaoyao’s ultimate Flame attack, Han Sheng’s Extreme Cold Blood Technique was completely suppressed. The Immortal Blood Hand was destroyed in an instant.

What was even more incomprehensible to Han Sheng was that even if Yi Xiaoyao’s Flame could counter him, his Cultivation was only at the Nascent Soul Realm. Yet the power Yi Xiaoyao displayed was absolutely comparable to an early-stage Nascent Soul Transformation Realm expert.

The roaring Heaven-Shattering Demon Flame Palm gave Han Sheng no time to think.

He immediately thrust his hand into his own heart, painfully extracting a mass of heart’s blood, which he then flung into the air.

WOOOO~

The surrounding blood mist instantly turned an eerie shade of red and expanded by hundreds of times.

"Extreme Blood Skeleton!"

A hoarse roar echoed as the eerie blood mist instantly condensed into a massive, blood-colored skeleton. It then opened its great maw and directly swallowed the still-powerful remnants of the Heaven-Shattering Demon Flame Palm.

At this moment, Han Sheng’s eyes had turned blood-red, and he roared with a face contorted by madness.

"Go to hell! Accompany my brother in death!"

Following that, the blood skeleton let out a series of strange howls as it opened its mouth and lunged toward Yi Xiaoyao, intent on devouring him.

Yi Xiaoyao’s pupils contracted slightly. This technique could so easily swallow his Heaven-Shattering Demon Flame Palm; it had clearly reached the level of a Celestial Tier Spiritual Skill. It was Han Sheng’s trump card.

But facing this technique, Yi Xiaoyao just snorted coldly. "I think you should be the one to go keep your brother company!"

The next moment, the surrounding temperature, which had dropped to an extreme low under the influence of the blood skeleton, suddenly became scorching hot.

’If Flame can counter his Extreme Cold Blood Technique, then I’ll counter him to death!’

Yi Xiaoyao raised a finger, the tip as dazzling as a scorching sun.

"Eight Desolates Heaven-Burning Finger, One Finger Ashes Mountains and Rivers!"

As his voice fell, a giant finger of Flame, seeming to originate from Ancient Times, materialized out of thin air and roared through the void toward the blood skeleton.

In the blink of an eye, the two earth-shattering forces collided.

The massive blood skeleton opened its giant mouth, intending to swallow the giant finger of Flame whole.

At the same time, the giant finger of Flame charged directly into the blood skeleton’s mouth.

A world-shaking roar exploded. With the Attribute advantage, the Eight Desolates Heaven-Burning Finger was completely unstoppable. The blood skeleton let out wails of agony as it was effortlessly pierced and burned to ruin.

BANG!

The giant blood skeleton was ultimately unable to withstand the Eight Desolates Heaven-Burning Finger that so perfectly countered it. It violently exploded in the sky, turning into a rain of foul-smelling, scorched blood.

And the Eight Desolates Heaven-Burning Finger instantly appeared above the pale-faced Han Sheng. Its immense size cut off all his escape routes as it pressed down with a roar, as if crushing an ant.

"No!!"

Han Sheng let out a terrified scream, his body erupting with an ultimate blood-red light as he tried to resist with his life.

But everything he did was futile in the face of absolute power. In the end, only a look of unwillingness remained.

Han Sheng had originally planned to leave and find a secret place for arduous Cultivation. He believed that one day, he would resurrect the Cold Blood Alliance and eliminate, one by one, the enemies who had destroyed it today.

And killing Yi Xiaoyao to avenge his brother, Han Yuan, was just the first small step on his path to revenge.

But this very first step had ended his entire path to revenge before it had even begun.

Because Han Sheng had never imagined that he would die at the hands of someone in the Nascent Soul Realm.

In the sky, the blood-red light was instantly devoured by the Flame, and Han Sheng’s voice vanished completely.

...

(This is an extra-long Chapter. Why are there so few recommendation votes this week? Please vote!~)