Chapter 236 Sorcery
Chapter 235: PlaceHolder (Repeated Chapter)
"Kid, I really have to thank you this time. Now, tell me—how would you like to die as a reward?" The brass-furred tiger laughed heartily, baring its blood-stained fangs.
It was incredibly strong, its entire body gleaming with a metallic sheen, translucent and polished. With one foot already stepping into the Title Douluo realm, it was far superior to an ordinary Rank 89 Spirit Douluo.
"Kid, we've got plenty of time. How about I grant you a death by three thousand cuts, slicing your flesh and scraping your bones? What do you think?" The brass-furred tiger laughed arrogantly, exuding overwhelming pride. It had already regarded Chen Xuan and the white-haired elder as prisoners at its mercy.
The other ten men in green-striped hemp robes were also laughing, exhilarated. They had been lying in wait for over half a year, and now, their mission was nearly complete. How could they not be overjoyed?
Once they took care of the little girl, everyone present would receive a generous reward upon returning. And for those who were not of noble birth, they would be granted titles and land, ascending to the ranks of nobility—no longer mere lowly commoner spirit masters.
"Damn it, I shouldn't have come out!" The white-haired elder was filled with regret. He didn't blame his companions for fleeing—it was human nature, understandable. He only blamed himself for foolishly agreeing to Chen Xuan's unreasonable request to take Xiao Qiu'er on a trip, which had now led to disaster.
But what was done was done. He had no more words to say and could only try his best to salvage the situation.
"Little friend Chen, take Xiao Qiu'er and leave! I'll hold them off for you!" The white-haired elder wore a determined expression, fully prepared to fight to the death.
Davis had shown him kindness—he had a reason to stay. He would rather die here.
"Old man, with that frail and decaying body of yours, do you really think you can stop us? You're overestimating yourself." A man with blazing wings on his back sneered, raising his head high, looking down on the white-haired elder.
Another man with the same fiery wings also sneered, his eyes filled with disdain. He regarded both the elder and Chen Xuan with nothing but contempt.
"Old man, are you going to crawl over here and die on your own, or should we come and fetch you?" The brass-furred tiger's body shimmered with metallic brilliance as it arrogantly demanded that the elder come to meet his end.
The others stood still, making no effort to block any escape routes. Their attitude was one of utter disdain, as if they were waiting for the elder to make his own choice.
The white-haired elder was furious. When had he ever suffered such humiliation? Even if he were to die here today, he would make sure to take at least one or two of them down with him!
"Little friend Chen, take your daughter and leave!" He stepped forward, seven spirit rings lighting up beneath his feet. His martial spirit manifested—he was truly ready to fight to the death.
Chen Xuan knew that the elder was no match for any of them, and he couldn't bear to see him throw his life away in vain.
"Dean, there's no need to be so pessimistic. Have you ever considered that the ones truly in danger here are them?" He patted the white-haired elder on the shoulder and pressed him back.
The elder's eyes widened in shock, and his soul power receded. He, a powerful Spirit Sage, as immovable as a mountain, had been effortlessly pulled back. He quickly realized that he had completely misjudged this young man—Chen Xuan was far from ordinary.
"Grandpa Dean, you don't have to be scared. My daddy is really powerful! These bad guys aren't even as strong as one of my dad's fingers!" Xiao Qiu'er was completely unafraid. Instead, she comforted the elder.
Her jewel-like eyes sparkled as she gazed at Chen Xuan with admiration.
The brass-furred tiger licked its lips as it watched Chen Xuan approach, utterly unconcerned. "Kid, no need to rush toward your death. There's another way for you to die."
It remained just as arrogant, treating Chen Xuan and Xiao Qiu'er as mere prey. To them, they were the kings here.
"Except for that little girl, all of you must die!" The man with fiery wings nodded in agreement.
If they could capture Xiao Qiu'er alive, the rewards would be even greater. The situation had changed—it was clear they no longer needed to kill her.
Chen Xuan smiled, feeling quite pleased. He had been worried these people might flee, but now they were playing right into his hands.
"Three Spirit Douluos, ten Spirit Sages... there are probably more people waiting in the distance, right? Such an extravagant force, just to capture a little girl. I'm really curious—who has such immense power?" He spoke, a suspicion forming in his heart.
The brass-furred tiger raised its head arrogantly, ignoring him.
"Let me guess—is it the Heaven Dou Empire, the Spirit Hall, or perhaps the Star Luo Royal Family?" Chen Xuan's sharp gaze swept over them, searching for a reaction.
However, they were far too conceited, looking down on everything. Even if he guessed correctly, they wouldn't care.
"The dead don't need to know so much." The man with flaming wings hovered in the air, arms crossed, looking down at Chen Xuan.
"Forget it. I didn't expect you to answer honestly anyway. Let's have a fight first—I have ways to make you talk." Chen Xuan said.
One of the men with flaming wings released his martial spirit. His spirit rings shimmered, his soul power surging as he prepared to strike. He intended to capture Chen Xuan first, then subject him to torture.
The Spirit Douluo unleashed his overwhelming power. Even from a distance, the white-haired elder paled, fully aware of the vast difference in strength between them.
"Don't kill him—killing him wouldn't be fun." The brass-furred tiger reminded the fire-winged man to hold back.
This Spirit Douluo exuded an imposing aura, his crimson wings ablaze, his entire body engulfed in flames, resembling a burning man.
He was powerful, possessing a high-grade martial spirit. Reaching Rank 85 at his age made him an elite among elites.
He activated his ten-thousand-year spirit skill. Flames gathered, forming a massive fire crane the size of a house. It flapped its blazing wings and swooped toward Chen Xuan.
Along its path, several pillars it brushed against melted into molten rock, their temperatures terrifying.
Chen Xuan remained unfazed. He calmly channeled his natural energy, as streaks of lightning crackled around his body.
Boom!
In the next instant, he suddenly shot forward, breaking past four times the speed of sound. The sonic boom shattered the air—his speed was unfathomable, impossible to track.
After consuming the evolution-granting herb, his physical body had strengthened significantly. Although he had yet to reach five times the speed of sound, he was far faster than before.
Anyone would understand that at this level, increasing speed was infinitely more difficult than enhancing soul power or strength.
At this moment, not just the fire-winged man, but even the near-Title Douluo brass-furred tiger was shocked. Chen Xuan's explosive burst was so terrifying and sudden that even an expert like it couldn't keep up.
The fire-winged man's pupils shrank sharply. A chill ran down his spine. He wanted to dodge because he saw it—that streak of lightning effortlessly bypassed his spirit skill and was heading straight for him!
Terror filled his face. At such an extreme speed, even a simple punch could pierce through a small mountain—it was unimaginably terrifying.
"Ah—!"
The fire-winged man screamed in agony as Chen Xuan's fist struck his chest. Blood and flesh burst apart, leaving a massive gaping hole through his torso. His heart and lungs were obliterated.
His vitality was strong, so he didn't die immediately. But when he saw the gaping hole in his chest, he nearly blacked out.
The brass-furred tiger and the other Spirit Douluo were horrified. Everything had happened too fast, in the blink of an eye—they hadn't even reacted.
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