Peerless Tang Sect: Hurricane Infinite Wind

Chapter 442: What's there to say about being killed in one move?
"Master!" The Beast Soul Knights, including Wang Qishisan, exclaimed and stepped in unison to block the middle-aged man.

Wu Xuan held the group in higher regard for their loyalty to their master.

"Clap clap clap!"

"Third on the continent, quite a reputation indeed." Wu Xuan clapped with a smile, his figure slowly landing on the ground, but his gaze no longer fell on those beast soul knights.

"Elder Nineteen!" Another group of people came galloping from not far away, the leader of whom was even more burly than the previous soldiers.

"Your support arrived very quickly!" Wu Xuan exclaimed in surprise.

The burly man who came to help stepped in front of Wu Xuan, and the middle-aged man was also helped up by several beast soul knights.

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, his previous gritted teeth expression disappearing. He dusted himself off and said arrogantly, "Boy, I can forgive you for attacking me earlier, but you must leave your identities with me. I will definitely hold your elders accountable in the future."

The initial anger vanished in an instant. Putting Wu Xuan on an equal footing and discussing the matter with him showed respect for the strong—perhaps this is a major characteristic of the human race on the Meteor Dragon Continent.

"Let me go, but I haven't said I'd let you go yet." Wu Xuan twisted his wrist and looked at the burly man and the middle-aged man in front of him.

"You're asking for death, brat!" the burly man roared, his eyes flashing as seven spirit rings rose from beneath his feet—two yellow, three purple, and two black. At the same time, his martial spirit also manifested.

A burst of intense light shot out and landed in his palm. It was a long sword, more than four feet long, with nine silver-white metal rings of the same color as the blade.

The moment the nine-ringed silver sword appeared, the seven spirit rings on the burly man's body suddenly floated up and merged into the long sword.

The first seven silver rings of the silver knife immediately turned the same color as his previous soul rings.

Wu Xuan recognized the martial spirit before him at a glance: the Nine-Ring Silver Blade, a high-level martial spirit that had been passed down for ten thousand years.

"Stop, Steward Ling!" The middle-aged man was alarmed. He had used his fifth soul skill, Illusion, but Wu Xuan, who hadn't even released his martial soul, was still kicked away by a whip kick. Wu Xuan's strength had far exceeded his expectations.

But Steward Ling didn't stop. In his opinion, how could someone so young be a Soul Saint? He slashed his nine-ringed silver saber at Wu Xuan in the void. The third soul ring on the blade flashed, and a five-meter-long blade beam shot out, flying straight towards Wu Xuan.

A blue-green light surged behind Wu Xuan, and the dazzling blue-green light emerged from the surface of Wu Xuan's skin like silk threads.

As the blade's edge drew near, Wu Xuan unleashed a punch.

A bluish-green light condensed on his fist and collided with the blade's edge; it was pure soul power, not martial spirit.

With a soft "poof," the blade shattered, and Steward Ling froze on the spot. His third soul skill was so easily broken by a single punch.

Since the opponent had attacked him, Wu Xuan naturally wanted to demonstrate his martial prowess. He stomped his left foot on the ground.
call out!
A dazzling azure light burst forth from behind Wu Xuan, and then the azure Qilin pattern on his skin detached and transformed directly into a magnificent Qilin.

Swish!
Wu Xuan clenched his fists slightly, a satisfied smile curving his lips. In the next instant, the Qilin's four hooves slammed down, cracks spreading out like a spider web where it landed, and its figure transformed into a streak of light, suddenly darting away.

The Qilin's shadow flashed and it was already in front of Steward Ling, heading straight for him in the chest.

Steward Ling gritted his teeth and took a sudden step forward, thrusting his nine-ringed silver knife forward. The silver light shone brightly, the nine rings rang crisply, and the light and shadow of the rushing Qilin shone brightly.

"Keng!"

With a sharp crack, a group of more than a dozen people, including Steward Ling and the middle-aged man, were all sent flying. The nine-ringed silver knife that had been thrown from their hands rang out with a loud hum before sticking straight into the ground to the side.

The group from Dragon Shadow City was thrown into chaos, and when they regrouped, their eyes were filled with fear as they looked at Wu Xuan. No one was injured, which meant Wu Xuan hadn't used his full strength; he had given them a good beating, and now he would reveal his true power.

As the Qilin's light and shadow dissipated, with each step Wu Xuan took, eight unparalleled soul rings—one black, one black, one black, one black, one red—rose from beneath his feet.

When Wu Xuan arrived in front of the group, eight soul rings—five black and three red—were already encircling his feet.

In an instant, the entire place fell silent. Everyone except Wang Qiu'er was immobilized by Wu Xuan's invisible aura. The direct descendant of the Wang family was like a chicken with its neck being grabbed, unable to utter a single word.

"Can we talk properly now?" Wu Xuan reached out his left hand and gently patted the other person's shoulder.

"Please forgive me, sir! I will tell you everything I know!" The middle-aged man seemed to have been hit by a critical strike, and he suddenly knelt down on the ground with a thud.

As soon as he knelt down, everyone, including Steward Ling, also knelt down, their bodies trembling like leaves.

Oh no, they've actually provoked such a powerful figure.

"Stand up and speak. First, introduce yourself, and then tell me the purpose of your commotion." Wu Xuan lifted the middle-aged man who was kneeling on the ground and said with a cold look in his eyes.

The middle-aged man swallowed hard and said in a trembling voice, "I am Wang Yuan, the nineteenth elder of the Wang family. Our purpose in coming here is to expand our territory and kill that Nine Heavens Dragon Centipede."

"What?" Wang Qiu'er's voice rose several octaves instantly, nearly scaring Wang Yuan to his knees again.

"Your Wang family only has two Title Douluos. Are you capable of killing that Nine Heavens Dragon Centipede?" Wu Xuan raised his hand to stop Wang Qiu'er and continued to ask.

"This...!" Wang Yuan hesitated for a moment, finding it difficult to speak. The other party knew so much about his family's strength; if they had any ill intentions, then he would be a sinner against the Wang family.

Seeing the determination in the other party's eyes, Wu Xuan smiled and said, "You still have some conscience, but even if you have one more Title Douluo, it doesn't mean you can kill the Nine Heavens Dragon Centipede."

Wang Yuan's pupils constricted instantly, and his expression towards Wu Xuan even showed a hint of fear. This was the first time he had ever met someone more terrifying than his grandfather, especially someone so young.

"Don't be so nervous. I have absolutely no interest in your Wang family." Wu Xuan's calm expression instantly eased Wang Yuan's previously gloomy mood.

"Thank you, sir!" Wang Yuan slowly twisted his stiff body, only then realizing that his back was soaked with cold sweat.

Having successfully absorbed the 800,000-year-old soul ring of the Chifeng Qilin, Wu Xuan unconsciously exuded an unparalleled kingly aura. This was why a few ordinary words from Wu Xuan had made Wang Yuan feel cold all over.

"One last question: there are at least eight or ten thousand Dragon Centipedes in this Dragon Centipede Territory. Even if you kill the Nine Heavens Dragon Centipede, do you have the ability to completely occupy this place?" Wu Xuan asked.

"My lord, you may not know this, but the Dragon Centipede lives in the rock strata underground year-round. Many soul beasts, including the Dragon Centipede, are not social creatures. They are only gathered together now because a king has emerged in their clan, forcing them to live together. Once the Nine Heavens Dragon Centipede dies, the entire Dragon Centipede Territory will collapse in an instant," Wang Yuan hurriedly explained obsequiously.

"That's interesting!" Wu Xuan nodded slightly. If that were the case, then expanding territory would be a piece of cake.

His progress on the fourth trial of the Wind God was no longer a problem. He was awe-inspiring in all directions; while he wouldn't sympathize with soul beasts, he couldn't bring himself to annihilate entire soul beast clans.

Lacking sympathy does not mean being cruel and heartless.

“Here’s what we’ll do: go back and tell your family head that the Nine Heavens Dragon Centipede is my prey. You should all leave now. You can take the rest of the Dragon Centipede if you want!” Wu Xuan said generously, in high spirits.

"What?!" Wang Yuan's eyes widened in shock.

(End of this chapter)