Chapter 347: Flame Sacrifice Fire Dance

Chapter 347: Chapter 347: Flame Sacrifice Fire Dance

In the air above Sunken Spirit Island, two figures abruptly halted. Yi Xiaoyao’s Flaming Fist had slammed squarely into Xing Gang’s chest.

Everyone’s gazes narrowed. To an ordinary person, intentionally taking a punch to the chest like that was nothing short of suicidal.

But these people from the Eight Desolates all understood that Xing Gang wasn’t seeking death. He simply had absolute confidence in his physical resilience.

The Flame instantly incinerated the clothes on Xing Gang’s chest, revealing his brawny torso.

BOOM!

The moment of impact, a violent and terrifying Flame raged forth like a storm. Beneath this dreadful Flame, even space itself began to ripple.

As this fearsome Flame surged toward Xing Gang, a brilliant golden light suddenly erupted from his body. His skin took on a faint golden hue, shimmering with an indestructible luster.

A sharp, metallic clang rang out. Yi Xiaoyao’s body shuddered, and his pupils contracted violently.

He felt as if his fist had struck an immense, unyielding mountain, completely unable to budge his opponent in the slightest.

Then, Xing Gang snorted coldly, and his iron-like chest suddenly jolted.

The next instant, Yi Xiaoyao’s expression changed dramatically. An immense force shot up his right arm, sending his entire body flying backward.

Yi Xiaoyao stumbled back several dozen steps before he could regain his footing. Xing Gang, however, had only retreated a single step.

Once they were both steady, their eyes met.

Xing Gang had meddled, only to have three of his teammates defeated by Yi Xiaoyao. This caused the people from the other Seven Desolates to gloat, and they now looked at Yi Xiaoyao with a variety of expressions.

"This kid is pretty incredible. He managed to severely injure two of White Wilderness’s Seventh Realm Nascent Soul Transformation experts and push back an Eighth Realm, forcing Xing Gang himself to intervene."

"He’s definitely got some skill, but Xing Gang just stopped him cold. He’s clearly no match for him."

"To accomplish all that with a Sixth Realm Nascent Soul Transformation cultivation is astonishing enough."

"This means that this kid is arguably the strongest person here, aside from us captains."

As they discussed, these young prodigies from the Eight Desolates began to consider recruiting Yi Xiaoyao to bolster their own teams’ strength.

After all, while the strength Yi Xiaoyao had displayed wasn’t on par with the eight captains of the Desolate Domains, it was more than enough to make the other teams want to win him over.

The one most taken with this idea was the female captain from Red Wilderness, Flame Sacrifice Fire Dance.

"I’m thinking of inviting Yi Xiaoyao to join our team. Any objections?" Flame Sacrifice Fire Dance asked her teammates.

"Captain, I don’t think that’s a good idea. If he joins, it’ll be difficult to divide up any treasures we find."

A teammate immediately objected. Once Sunken Spirit Island fully opened, they were bound to find rare treasures, and no one wanted to give an extra share to an outsider.

"The reason I want to invite Yi Xiaoyao is because he cultivates Flame Power. That’s a perfect match for the cultivation Attribute of us Red Wilderness People."

"Besides, the Flame he wields is even more powerful than my own. A talent like that... I’d even want him to join Red Wilderness itself."

Flame Sacrifice Fire Dance explained, her eyes glinting. "How about this: I’ll cover his share of the spoils."

"But that kid has a girl with him. Surely you’re not planning to cover her share as well, Captain?" another teammate asked, frowning.

At this, Flame Sacrifice Fire Dance pursed her lips. She not only felt that Yun Mengling’s low cultivation would hold them back, but as a woman, she was well aware of the subconscious hostility girls often feel toward pretty female strangers—a hostility that only intensifies with the other’s beauty.

Flame Sacrifice Fire Dance only wanted Yi Xiaoyao to join. She had never even considered letting Yun Mengling tag along, and she certainly wasn’t about to give her a share of the rewards.

With this thought, her beautiful eyes filled with conflict as she looked toward Yi Xiaoyao, who was still facing off against Xing Gang.

At that moment, Yi Xiaoyao’s right arm was trembling slightly. A sharp pain shot through his hand, as if the very bones were about to shatter.

He was also inwardly stunned by Xing Gang’s strength.

’I was the one attacking, and Xing Gang just took the hit,’ he thought. ’But not only was he completely unharmed, I was nearly injured by the rebound!’

’And from that exchange, I can tell he obviously wasn’t even using his true strength.’

’He isn’t even at the Half-Step Void Realm; he’s purely at the Ninth Realm of Nascent Soul Transformation.’

’But I have a distinct feeling that if Xing Gang were to use his real power, he’d be even stronger than the Great Mansion Lord, who was only a single step away from the Void-Entering Realm!’

"No wonder you’re so arrogant. So you do have some skill," Xing Gang said, glancing down at his chest. A red-hot fist mark was branded on his skin, still radiating intense heat.

He then sneered, "But a little skill like this is nowhere near enough to challenge me."

After speaking, Xing Gang’s expression turned frigid, and his Spiritual Power erupted from his body. Yi Xiaoyao had injured his teammates, and he had no intention of letting him leave here alive.

Yi Xiaoyao slowly drew his sword, but he knew that with his normal strength, a single slash might not even be able to break through his opponent’s skin.

’And even if I use the Soul Burning Forbidden Technique,’ he thought, ’I’m not sure I can kill someone with such ridiculously powerful defenses.’

Yi Xiaoyao was finally getting a taste of his peers from Great Yu’s Eight Desolates. Every single one of them was a terrifyingly powerful freak of nature.

Any one of them, if dropped into the old Great Xia Empire, could probably become a world-shaking legend.

The tension between the two men was rapidly escalating.

"Xiaoyao."

Seeing Yi Xiaoyao get knocked back, Yun Mengling’s face was now etched with worry.

Hearing her, Yi Xiaoyao responded softly, "Ling’Er, don’t worry. He can’t kill me."

And it was true. While he wasn’t confident he could kill Xing Gang even with the Soul Burning Forbidden Technique, he was one hundred percent certain that Xing Gang couldn’t kill him.

"Heh, I can’t kill you?"

Xing Gang heard this and shook his head as if he’d heard the most ridiculous joke, looking at Yi Xiaoyao with derision.

"If that’s what you think, then let me show you just how easy it is for me to kill you!"

As his voice fell, Xing Gang erupted in a stunning golden light, becoming like a blazing sun as he charged, using his body as a battering ram against Yi Xiaoyao.

Seeing this, the people from the other Seven Desolates quickly suppressed any thoughts they’d had of inviting Yi Xiaoyao to join them.

They all understood that inviting Yi Xiaoyao would be tantamount to making an enemy of White Wilderness.

While they weren’t afraid of Xing Gang’s group, offending the team from White Wilderness for a single outsider was simply an unwise choice.

But there was an exception.

Just as Yi Xiaoyao saw Xing Gang transform into a golden projectile and prepared to activate his Soul Burning Forbidden Technique, a bewitching and beautiful stream of Flame suddenly shot across the sky toward them.

Then, like a dancing, fiery red ribbon, the Flame swiftly coiled around the flying Xing Gang. It then erupted into a terrifying Flame Storm, trapping him inside.

"Flame Sacrifice Fire Dance! Does Red Wilderness intend to make an enemy of White Wilderness by saving this brat?"

Xing Gang’s enraged voice boomed from within the Flame Storm.

Yi Xiaoyao, stunned for a moment, halted the activation of his Soul Burning Forbidden Technique. He looked on with a strange expression at the beautiful, dancing Flame Storm.

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(This was yesterday’s fourth update.)