Chapter 1488: He's Injured Again
Chapter 1488: Chapter 1488: He’s Injured Again
Over a dozen fighters at the Heaven Rank now seemed like cabbages in the eyes of Beiting Huang. Without their Beast Soul Defense, he was curious to see how strong their actual strength could be.
Strike first to gain the upper hand!
“Fight!”
Without giving Beiting Huang a moment to prepare, Ming Su’s voice rang out decisively and cold as ice. He took the lead and charged at Beiting Huang, followed by more than a dozen Heaven Rank fighters swarming like locusts towards him.
His flexible sword as straight as a javelin, Beiting Huang tapped his toes in midair and performed his phoenix shadow cultivation technique with such agility that he was as quick as a bolt of lightning, swiftly escaping the encirclement. His flexible sword then fiercely hammered down upon Ming Su’s head.
Ming Su and his men only saw a blur as a phantom streaked by and Beiting Huang vanished from sight. It was only when a strong wind whistled through the air that Ming Su instinctively raised his scepter overhead, barely blocking Beiting Huang’s flexible sword with his Judgement Staff. He felt a sourness in his arms and a tearing pain at the base of his thumbs, nearly losing his grip on the Judgement Staff.
...Beiting Huang, having failed to land a finishing blow, flashed away quickly, retreating far into the distance and observed the opposing camp.
Ming Su looked down at his wrist where fresh red blood dripped from his pale hands, the scent of blood almost driving him to madness.
He was injured again, just one move, and after a single exchange with this detestable youngster, he was injured!
Slowly lifting his head, Ming Su’s face was beyond ugly at this point. His originally somewhat sinister face had turned white as paper, and his flirtatiously beautiful eyes were now bloodshot with rage, making him look like a demon that had crawled out of hell.
Especially when he saw the cold smile at the corner of Beiting Huang’s lips, seemingly mocking him, Ming Su could bear it no longer. Channeling divine power throughout his body, he took the lead with his scepter raised and struck at Beiting Huang once again.
Beiting Huang ducked low like a hunting cheetah, his golden pupils cold and emotionless like metal. He raised his flexible sword and violently slashed at the person closest to him, who was about to use a Divine Spirit Technique. The man’s head burst open, and like a disconnected puppet, he fell towards the ground.
This scene made all of Ming Su’s followers, men and women dreaming of mineral veins or desiring Ming Su’s body, instantly calm down. Their passion for fearlessness dissipated in a moment.
Seizing the opportunity, Beiting Huang leaped up once again like a great roc, raising his flexible sword and slashing towards Ming Su. With no technique, just the simplest chop, a primal clash of strength, and the crudest mode of combat.
Clang!
The cold metallic sound of collision sent sparks flying. The flexible sword was charged with lightning power as it struck the Judgement Staff, and in the brief moment of impact, the power surged into the scepter. The silver lightning, like a thin silver snake, followed Ming Su’s wrist and burrowed into his meridians.
The flexible sword and the Judgement Staff separated upon contact, but Ming Su’s body plummeted a full three feet downwards. That three-foot gap delineated the power struggle between him and Beiting Huang!
Beiting Huang’s speed was beyond words, flipping through the air as his flexible sword traced a beautiful arc, viciously lashing towards Ming Su’s waist.