Chapter 346: Collision

Chapter 346: Chapter 346: Collision

Hearing Ce Mu’s words, Yi Xiaoyao gave a cold smile. Of course he knew what that man was scheming.

Therefore, Yi Xiaoyao paid him no mind, drawing his sword and pointing it at the two from the White Wilderness.

Seeing Yi Xiaoyao reject the opportunity he’d offered, Ce Mu snorted coldly.

"Ce Mu, you’ve taken a fancy to that young lady, haven’t you?"

Chi Xiao said, his burning gaze sweeping over Yun Mengling, "She is indeed a rare beauty. Even I’m a little smitten."

"What does her beauty matter? She’s a fool."

Ce Mu said coldly, having been rebuffed by Yun Mengling earlier.

A smile curled on Chi Xiao’s lips. "If I could get that young lady onto our team, I wonder how you would thank me, Ce Mu?"

Ce Mu’s expression shifted slightly as he glanced at Chi Xiao.

At that moment, the two golden-robed youths facing Yi Xiaoyao erupted with immense Spiritual Power, both exuding the aura of the Seventh Realm of Nascent Soul Transformation.

The White Wilderness team consisted of one cultivator at the Ninth Realm of Nascent Soul Transformation, four at the Eighth Realm, and five at the Seventh Realm.

They sent out two of their members with the lowest Cultivation, clearly feeling that sending anyone stronger against a mere Sixth-Realm Nascent Soul Transformation cultivator like Yi Xiaoyao would be beneath them.

However, even though they were only at the Seventh Realm of Nascent Soul Transformation, their Cultivation auras were denser than those of the average Ninth-Realm Nascent Soul Transformation experts Yi Xiaoyao had previously encountered.

This observation made Yi Xiaoyao’s eyes narrow.

The two men stared grimly at Yi Xiaoyao, their eyes filled with disdain.

"A mere Sixth-Realm Nascent Soul Transformation cultivator dares to spout such nonsense here? In our White Wilderness, someone with your pathetic strength wouldn’t even qualify for the Sunken Spirit Island trials."

The moment he finished speaking, the two figures moved. Their Spiritual Power surged as they shot forward like two streaks of golden light. Long sabers materialized in their hands, and they immediately slashed down.

BOOM!

Two hundred-zhang arcs of astonishing blade light swept out, ripping the very air apart. They left two visible vacuum trails in their wake, creating a deafening sonic boom as they sliced toward Yi Xiaoyao and Yun Mengling.

Yi Xiaoyao stepped in front of Yun Mengling. His expression remained utterly calm as he watched the ferocious blade light approach, showing no intention of dodging.

Although these two were not ordinary Seventh-Realm Nascent Soul Transformation cultivators, they were not yet qualified to make him feel threatened.

SWOOSH!

The blade light arrived in an instant. Just as it closed to within a few yards of Yi Xiaoyao, a brilliant sword flourish, like a blooming blood lotus, formed a barrier before him, meeting the two vicious slashes head-on.

BOOM!

As blade light and Sword Qi clashed, the gazes of everyone present focused intently. Even the expressions of the various captains from the Eight Desolates changed slightly.

Yi Xiaoyao held his sword horizontally, his body and weapon completely motionless. The two men’s combined attack hadn’t caused him a single scratch.

"Oh? He’s pretty good, isn’t he?"

Flame Sacrifice Fire Dance from the Red Wilderness watched the scene, her beautiful eyes lighting up. ’I really thought he was a dead man,’ she mused.

The other members of the Eight Desolates also looked on in surprise. They clearly hadn’t expected a Sixth-Realm Nascent Soul Transformation cultivator from outside Great Yu’s Eight Desolates to overcome a full realm of Cultivation and block the attack of two people from the White Wilderness.

In the next moment, everyone’s expressions changed once more.

"It’s rude not to return the favor."

A faint chill flashed in Yi Xiaoyao’s indifferent eyes. In the next instant, the Bloodthirsty Sword let out a WHIR and unleashed a streak of blood-red light with a single slash.

The slash was simple, without any flourish, but the Sword Qi it contained was sharp to the extreme. The sky itself seemed to darken, and the void felt as if it were being torn in half.

And this beam of Sword Qi shot like lightning toward the two Seventh-Realm Nascent Soul Transformation cultivators from the White Wilderness.

Sensing the might of this sword strike, the two men’s faces fell. Daring not to be complacent, they unleashed their Spiritual Power without reservation, gripped their long sabers, and slashed down furiously.

"Broken Sea!"

"Zhan Yue!"

With furious roars, two blinding arcs of blade light erupted. The piercing golden light made many people squint.

CLANG!

The sword light mercilessly slashed into the blade light. The crisp sound of metal striking metal rang through the sky, kicking up an astonishing storm of Spiritual Power.

The sky quickly returned to clarity. All eyes shot forward, just in time to see Yi Xiaoyao slowly sheathing his longsword, retracting the supremely sharp Sword Intent.

Across from him, the two men from the White Wilderness had failed to completely block his strike. The force had slammed the flat of their own blades into their bodies, caving in their chests and sending them flying backward, spitting blood.

*GASP!*

The members of the Eight Desolates all gasped in astonishment.

But Xing Gang’s face contorted with rage. "You couldn’t even beat a Sixth-Realm Nascent Soul Transformation punk together? Fucking useless!"

"Captain, let me go deal with this brat!"

Another man from the White Wilderness stepped forward, a cultivator of the Eighth Realm of Nascent Soul Transformation.

Ordinarily, an opponent with such a level of Cultivation wouldn’t even be worth Yi Xiaoyao’s attention.

Now, however, as Yi Xiaoyao watched this man step forward, his gaze began to grow slightly more serious.

Because his last strike had been powerful enough to kill any ordinary Seventh-Realm Nascent Soul Transformation cultivator, and could even have slain a mighty Ninth-Realm expert like the Dragon King. Yet, it had only managed to severely injure those two.

This was proof enough that the people of Great Yu’s Eight Desolates were truly extraordinary.

Before Yi Xiaoyao could think further, the Eighth-Realm cultivator behind Xing Gang roared, his body blurring into motion as he threw a powerful punch straight at Yi Xiaoyao.

"Let’s see just how tough your bones are!"

Even from a hundred zhang away, the force of his punch swept forward like a blade. His fist shone with a brilliant golden light, punching a massive vacuum column through the air before him.

Yi Xiaoyao licked his lips. ’He isn’t using a weapon. That must mean his fists are comparable to one, and he’s not afraid of swords or blades.’

But how could Yi Xiaoyao possibly be afraid?

He threw a punch of his own, but his was devoid of light, appearing eerily dark as it was coated in a layer of sharp Sword Qi and another of Devouring Spiritual Power.

Then, with a flash of fire, Yi Xiaoyao instantly appeared in front of the man from the White Wilderness, and their fists slammed into each other.

BAM!

A shocking shockwave radiated from their fists. The dark fist began devouring its opponent’s Spiritual Power while simultaneously unleashing sharp Sword Qi that sought to pierce the other’s golden iron fist.

But to Yi Xiaoyao’s surprise, his Sword Qi couldn’t penetrate the man’s fist in the slightest. In fact, his opponent’s strength was even slightly greater than his own.

The man from the White Wilderness clearly noticed this too. A brief look of surprise was quickly replaced by a wide grin.

Seeing his opponent’s grin, Yi Xiaoyao smiled right back.

"I’m also curious. Your bones are tough, but can they withstand being roasted?"

BOOM!

The Nirvana Phoenix Fire erupted from Yi Xiaoyao’s entire body. It surged through his arm, and the extreme temperature was instantly applied to his opponent’s fist.

The fist of the man from the White Wilderness, though incredibly hard, instantly began to glow red-hot under the searing heat of the Nirvana Phoenix Fire, like a branding iron.

In the next moment, the man cried out in pain and quickly pulled back his fist. He then switched to his left fist, elbow, shoulder, and knee—his entire body began to glow with golden light as he used it as a weapon to bombard Yi Xiaoyao.

Now a man wreathed in flames, Yi Xiaoyao clashed with him continuously, the sound of explosive impacts ringing out without end.

The surrounding members of the Eight Desolates watched with ever-increasing shock, finally letting out a collective cry of alarm.

They had seen the expert from the White Wilderness, the one with the Vajra Body, let out a scream like a howling wolf and rapidly retreat. His originally golden body was now burned a translucent, glowing red.

Watching the man retreat in haste, Yi Xiaoyao was once again shocked.

’Even when fighting an Eighth-Realm Nascent Soul Transformation cultivator with my full strength, I can gain the upper hand but can’t kill him.’

’It seems that against these people, my usual advantages and my ability to kill those in higher realms are greatly diminished.’

The thought was fleeting. He immediately pursued the retreating man and threw another punch.

"Strike while the iron is hot! Perhaps I can forge that metal body of yours into a fine sword!"

Yi Xiaoyao grinned. His figure flashed, and his Flame Fist descended upon the man once more.

"You dare!"

But just then, Xing Gang let out a furious roar and flashed forward, taking Yi Xiaoyao’s punch with his own chest.

BAM!

The Flaming Fist slammed into the chest, which was as hard as adamant.

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