Chapter 36: Wipe Them Out Together
Sensing the murderous intent radiating from the longsword, Taisui’s brow furrowed involuntarily. He hurriedly adjusted his posture, leaping into the air and rolling rapidly. The oncoming sword barely grazed past him as he twisted mid-air. Losing its target, the longsword spun wildly and then flew toward the main gate, landing in the hand of a woman clad in a violet gown. At the same moment, Taisui landed steadily on the ground.
This brief moment was precisely the opportunity Wang Bo needed. With a swift motion, Wang Bo sprang to his feet, his hands weaving intricate seals before his chest. Suddenly, an intense heat radiated from him, spreading outward in waves.
Wang Bo’s gaze sharpened as he looked at Taisui. He thrust his hands forward forcefully, his voice ringing out: “Fire Manipulation! Flaming Dragon Strike!”
No sooner had his words fallen than the searing heat began to coalesce. In the air above, the flames gathered, forming the head of a dragon wrought from fire, which hurtled toward Taisui.
Xiao Yu, watching from the side, finally showed a trace of reaction. Though Wang Bo’s attack could not inflict serious harm upon Taisui, injuring him would be a simple matter. The reason they had come to the Wang family was to annihilate it; now that matters had come to this, Xiao Yu had no choice but to intervene.
With this thought, Xiao Yu slowly lifted his foot and took a single step forward, instantly appearing in front of Taisui. If any martial artist had witnessed this scene, it would have caused an uproar, for Xiao Yu had just displayed a peerless technique lost for over a century—Shrinking the Earth to an Inch!
“Big Brother!” Taisui shouted as Xiao Yu appeared before him, a look of concern flashing across his face. After all, Xiao Yu was still wounded, unable to fully unleash his strength.
Xiao Yu paid him no heed. He stomped the ground, and a faint golden radiance enveloped them both. He uttered in a low, calm voice, “Majestic Aura!”
As soon as he spoke, the golden light formed a massive giant, wrapping both of them within its protective embrace.
“Boom!”
The flaming dragon’s head crashed into the golden giant, emitting a deep, muffled sound. The impact’s echo rippled across all of Phoenix City, causing panic among many who heard it, thinking some great calamity had occurred.
“Mama, look—the sky over there is on fire!” a little girl cried, gazing out the window.
“Hey, look over there! What’s happening?”
“Oh, come on, haven’t you ever seen this? It’s just fire clouds—a natural phenomenon. No need to panic.”
To ordinary people, the changes in the sky could only be explained as weather phenomena. Yet among them were a few who understood the true cause, and they looked skyward with furrowed brows.
“It seems the Lord of War has made his move against the Wang family. But why is the fluctuation so intense? Could someone in the Wang family truly be worthy of drawing the Lord of War’s full strength?” muttered Liu Mo in surprise, gazing at the sky from within the ranks of the Heavenly Drive Secret Division.
“Quick, report to the Hall Master! Tell him that shockwaves from battle have been detected to the southwest. Judging by the appearance, it seems a cultivator and a martial artist are dueling!” In the Phoenix City branch of the Hall of Justice, a middle-aged man spoke with a grave expression. A young man behind him turned and sprinted into the main hall to deliver the message.
At the Cloudtop Villa, inside the Wang family’s main courtyard—
Under such a fierce assault, the entire courtyard was in ruins, sand and stones swirling everywhere. Wang Bo and his companions kept their eyes fixed on the area ahead, but even with their cultivation, the dense smoke and dust made it impossible to see what was happening within.
“Bo’er, do you think they’re dead?” Wang Bolin swallowed hard, his words faltering. What he’d witnessed today was far beyond his understanding; the fact that he hadn’t fainted from fright was proof enough of his composure.
“No one has ever survived my Flaming Dragon Strike!” Wang Bo replied with pride.
“No, something’s wrong! Their auras are still there!”
At that very moment, a clear, startled cry rang out. The speaker was the woman who had previously ambushed Taisui—their senior sister, Fu Yingying.
The moment her words fell, a fierce wind arose where Xiao Yu and Taisui had stood. The smoke and dust were swept away with astonishing speed.
Soon, the unharmed figures of Xiao Yu and Taisui emerged before everyone’s eyes.