As Yan Xiaobao stopped the flow of martial power into the sword, the blizzard gradually dissipated. The surrounding temperature began to rise once more, and the previously dry ground was now soaked with mud. Amid the mire, Yan Xiaobao stood tall, gazing down at the three kings. They had expended most of their martial power protecting themselves from the blizzard’s wrath. Despite the imnse energy they had used, none of them showed any regret.
"Now he’s brimming with energy!" one of them exclaid excitedly. "Watch , your grandfather, and I’ll show you what a cultivator truly is!" he continued, as Wu Wei gathered around his fist. Then, he lunged at the young man with a manic grin plastered across his face.
As his opponent charged toward him, Yan Xiaobao showed no signs of retreat or fear; instead, he simply stood there, smiling. He waited for the man to co within range, and when he did, a massive golden palm suddenly appeared out of nowhere. The cultivator tried his best to avoid it, but as Yan Xiaobao gestured with his own hand, the palm attack descended swiftly from the heavens—at an unavoidable speed.
A deafening explosion echoed in the aftermath. Then, the golden palm vanished, leaving behind a crater where it had struck. At the bottom of the crater, the man who had been surging forward now lay reduced to nothing but at paste. The sheer carnage caused the remaining two experts to tremble in terror.
While they stood frozen in place, a group of people appeared beside them. Among them was a young man, roughly twenty to twenty-five years old. His eyes were narrow, and he gazed at the remains of the defeated man without a trace of emotion. Instead, his gaze shifted with disdain toward Yan Xiaobao as he sneered.
"I am Jing Cai, of the Jing Family," he introduced himself. "I hail from the Sky City Garden in Moon Province. We have traveled a long way to visit this Blood Sacrificial Altar. I ca here to seek so Nine Heavens Devouring Blood tal, but I see you possess an item forged on this altar. Sell it to , and I shall allow you to leave here alive," he said in a dismissive tone. It was clear that he was a young master accustod to getting his way, but as he spoke to Yan Xiaobao, the young man’s face broke into a sinister smile.
"Go ahead and forge your own weapon," he retorted with obvious disdain. "Mine is not for sale. It is bound to by blood, so even if I wanted to sell it to you, I couldn’t," he continued, shrugging nonchalantly.
"I see," Jing Cai replied, staring at Yan Xiaobao for a mont before shaking his head. "You’re nothing but a mixed-blood. I doubt anyone will miss you after you’re gone. Why don’t you surrender your life here and give the sword? If you hand it over now, I promise to leave behind an intact corpse."
Upon hearing those words, the smile on Yan Xiaobao’s face froze, and a growl escaped his throat. Though he was accustod to being regarded as a mixed-blood, he was not used to being completely disregarded. The thought ignited a fla within him, and laughter erupted from his lips unexpectedly.
"Weaklings like you actually dare to utter such words? You and what army will kill ?" Yan Xiaobao asked, as his body began to undergo a transformation. His skin turned crimson, his fra swelled to twice its normal size, and his teeth lengthened into sharp fangs. His hands morphed into powerful claws.
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