Battle Through the Heavens: Emperor's Son Xiao Yan

Chapter 74 It doesn't matter, I will take action!

Upon hearing this, Xiao Shaobei paused slightly.

He glanced at the medicine cauldron beside him, paused slightly, and smiled, saying, "It was my oversight."

After saying that, he waved his hand, and a gentle breeze swept by. The strange fire cauldron that even a half-saint powerhouse could not break instantly turned into a flame and dissipated with the wind.

"Cough cough, that bastard." The strange fire cauldron dissipated, and Xiao Wu, whose clothes were burned and disheveled, appeared in the midst of the three's business.

His face was blackened, and much of his hair had been burned off.

"Cough, cough." Xiao Wen coughed lightly twice from the side.

"Old Wen, you've finally come to save me! You have no idea how hot this medicine cauldron is!" Xiao Wu laughed as he looked at Xiao Wen, but then noticed a figure in purple standing beside Xiao Wen.

In an instant, the smile on his face vanished, and he immediately knelt on one knee before Xiao Shaobei, respectfully saying, "Greetings, Clan Chief."

"Get up." Xiao Xuan ignored him and turned to look at the ancient city.

His originally stern gaze instantly softened into one of deep affection.

"Holy crap, could the clan leader and the Yin-Yang Evil Saint be best buddies?!" Xiao Yan, who was secretly observing from the side, suddenly shuddered.

Xiao Shaobei no longer cared about anyone else at this moment. He slowly raised his palm and gently pressed it into the void.

"Boom!" The next moment, the entire world began to rumble.

Nearly infinite energy converged here, instantly forming a giant energy hand over a thousand feet long.

"Open!" He gently shook his hand at the ancient city.

The giant hand of energy in the sky also covered the ancient city, gently grasping it.

"Crack! Crack!" Countless cracks appeared on the ancient city, and finally it began to turn into ashes and disappear.

This is only from Xiao Yan's perspective of the architecture. If viewed from the perspective of the two sages of literature and martial arts, one can see the spatial power that has remained in this ancient city for thousands of years, and various restrictive formations are also quietly being erased at this moment.

Along with the destruction of the ancient city, a strange spatial force also quietly merged into the space, leading to its demise.

Countless sounds of crushing and shattering echoed from the depths of space, and the last, even larger ancient city quietly and slowly merged into this world.

This ancient city, now devoid of the protection of the saint's power, is gradually crumbling as it merges with the surrounding space, leaving only the two core Yin-Yang altars standing firm.

Xiao Shaobei's gaze was never affected by these things; his eyes were always fixed on the direction of the Yin-Yang Altar on the yin side, as if he could see through the void.

Only when the ancient city was completely integrated back into the space of the Dou Qi Continent did he slowly take a step forward.

This step took them to the altar on the shady side.

In the center of that altar, a strange and terrifying red-haired monster sat cross-legged with its eyes closed.

Above the red-haired monster's head, however, floated a phantom figure.

The moment he appeared on the Dou Qi Continent, Yin Yang Evil Saint was filled with mixed feelings, until he saw a figure wearing a purple and gold robe appear before him.

The two looked at each other, and that one glance lasted for thousands of springs, autumns, winters, and summers.

"Shaobei!" Although the Yin-Yang Evil Saint was in a soul state, his eyes were slightly red.

"Langbi!" The Xiao clan chief's eyes were also slightly red.

"Shaobei!"

"Langbi!"

After a long silence, Xiao Shaobei finally spoke slowly: "What exactly happened a thousand years ago? How did you end up like this?"

Looking at the red-haired monster suppressed beneath the Yin-Yang Evil Saint's soul, he sensed a strange aura emanating from it, and his usually calm brows finally furrowed.

"Is that your physical body?"

The Yin-Yang Evil Saint nodded slightly, then suddenly laughed, "A thousand years have passed. I never imagined that the carefree playboy from the Central Plains back then would actually achieve his dream and become the patriarch of the Xiao clan!"

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"Has your current strength truly reached the level of a nine-star Dou Sheng?"

"It's the peak of the Nine-Star Dou Sheng!" Xiao Shaobei emphasized, his face showing a hint of pride that he could no longer suppress.

Whether facing Xiao Yan, Yao Tian, ​​or even the many elders of the Xiao clan, he always managed to maintain a calm demeanor.

But now that he's met his old buddy who used to be like-minded, he doesn't want to pretend anymore.

"Hehe, it's been a thousand years, and you still love to show off in front of people." The Yin-Yang Evil Saint chuckled, his soul slowly floating down from his own corpse.

"Now that you're already a nine-star Dou Sheng, resolving the current trouble shouldn't be a problem. Today, let me see just how strong you will be a thousand years from now."

As he spoke, his soul shrank further and further, yet became more and more solid, finally turning into the size of a thumb and falling into Xiao Shaobei's hand.

This shows how much he trusted his old friend.

"Trouble, are you talking about your physical body?" Xiao Shaobei looked at his old buddy in the palm of his hand.

"Not bad." Yin Yang Evil Saint nodded slightly, and the next moment, a terrifying roar that sent chills down one's spine suddenly rang out.

The red-haired monster slowly stood up, its eyes bloodshot, its nails long and black, and its whole body exuding an evil aura.

The two sages, Wen and Wu, who were standing to the side, changed their expressions slightly upon seeing this scene. This red-haired monster was transformed from the corpse of a Dou Sheng, and even a half-saint would be in danger if he encountered it.

Fortunately, the clan chief came today.

The red-haired monster glanced at Xiao Shaobei, then pushed off with both legs and ran in the opposite direction.

Clearly, a sliver of his instincts made him sense the danger posed by the person before him.

"Don't let him escape, or the Central Plains will be plunged into chaos." The Yin-Yang Evil Saint's expression changed.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it!" Xiao Shaobei chuckled, supporting the Yin-Yang Evil Saint with his left hand and stretching his right hand slightly forward.

"Boom!" The enormous energy hand that blotted out the sky moved slightly, and the space beneath it became incredibly solid.

The red-haired monster let out an uneasy roar, but failed to pull out the huge palm, and was ultimately grasped by the big hand.

"It's been a thousand years since we last met. Your strength has truly reached a level that I can only look up to." The Yin-Yang Evil Saint glanced enviously at the colossal hand that blotted out the sky, and finally sighed, "Destroy it."

Xiao Shaobei nodded slightly, and the next moment, a terrifying energy was released from his palm. A single strike was enough to kill a Dou Sheng expert.

"Roar!" The monster roared, trying desperately to resist, but was crushed into powder by a burst of energy, leaving only a ball of thick, black gas rolling inside.

"This black aura is incredibly strange!" Xiao Shaobei frowned, but then smiled slightly.

"Boom boom boom!" Terrifying energy burst forth from the giant palm.

Under this terrifying power, anyone on the entire continent who could withstand it could be considered a top-tier expert.

"The black energy throbbed weakly a few times, then let out a faint, mournful cry before disappearing completely into the space."

The strange power that had rendered a Dou Sheng expert helpless was actually annihilated.

Nine-Star Dou Sheng, terrifying indeed!

"And there too!" The Yin-Yang Evil Saint pointed to the black mist shrouded in an energy shield.

Xiao Shaobei nodded slightly and waved his giant hand. A moment later, the problem that had been bothering the two sages of literature and martial arts disappeared completely.

"What exactly is this thing?" Xiao Shaobei frowned.

"It's a long story," the Yin-Yang Evil Saint sighed.

Sorry, it's getting late tonight.

(End of this chapter)