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Chapter 170: Could it Be That I Can't Defeat Him?
🕑 Added 2024-10-03 07:51:07 +0000 UTC"Ptui! Anyone can talk big. Let me ask you this, do you dare to fight me fairly?"
Chain Brother spoke disdainfully, "If you can defeat me, I'll die willingly. Otherwise, even in death, I'll look down on you!"
Geniuses always have their pride. They can lose with dignity, but they can't die pathetically, especially not at the hands of someone unworthy.
"Hehe, don't bother trying to provoke him. He doesn't have the guts. Just look at him! Aside from hiding behind the authority of his elders, what else can he do? Without the backing of the Praying Star Holy Land, what does he even have? What is he? He's nothing!"
Dragon Tendon Brother mocked sarcastically.
"Exactly, provocation only works on real men. Look at him, does he even resemble one?" added Numb Brother, fanning the flames.
"Boom!"
At that moment, a divine light surged into the sky, like a flame rising hundreds of meters, filling the heavens with overwhelming energy.
White Qingtian took a step forward, gazing coldly at the group. "Since you're all so arrogant and ignorant, I don't mind shattering your pitiful self-esteem into dust!"
With that, he turned to the many powerful figures around him and said, "Please release these individuals."
"This..."
"Lord Holy Master, what do you think...?"
Several elders exchanged glances, unsure of what to do. After all, they had personally captured these youths and knew that none of them were ordinary. If a battle ensued and White Qingtian was injured, it would bring shame to the Praying Star Holy Land. Who would bear that responsibility?
"Release them," the Praying Star Holy Master said calmly.
He had none of the elders' concerns, for in his heart, there was no possibility that White Qingtian would lose. He had absolute confidence.
"Alright then."
The elders gritted their teeth and undid the restraints. Even Numb Brother was given an antidote, and the brother tied up like a "caterpillar" was also released. The moment he was freed, he spat out the dirty cloth stuffed in his mouth and began retching. Pointing at the elder who had captured him, he cursed, "Old geezer, was that a sock or underwear you stuffed in my mouth?!"
"A foot wrap," the elder replied indifferently.
"You!!"
The caterpillar brother's face turned bright red with fury. Grinding his teeth, he looked as though he wanted to strangle the elder.
At that moment, White Qingtian made his move.
"Great God-Demon Seal!"
He raised his right hand and pressed down toward the four men. Instantly, endless black energy gathered, forming a massive, pitch-black seal that blotted out the sky as it descended upon them.
"So strong!"
The four men's faces changed slightly. They seemed to see gods and demons roaring within the seal and hear the wails of tormented souls. The oppressive pressure left them short of breath.
However, they were geniuses, proud and unyielding. Almost immediately, they exploded with battle intent.
"Frenzied Dragon Spear Technique!"
"Stone King's Fist!"
"Overturning Sea Fist!"
"Demon-Suppressing Divine Light!"
The four charged into the sky simultaneously, unleashing their powerful divine abilities. The combined forces of their attacks tore through the God-Demon Seal, and they continued their assault toward White Qingtian.
"Hmph!"
White Qingtian snorted coldly, black energy swirling behind him, revealing a pair of crimson, ominous eyes that gleamed with cold malice.
"This...!"
"Not good!"
The four men's faces paled. They felt a terrifying spiritual storm flood their minds, causing a momentary lapse in their thoughts.
In that brief moment, White Qingtian launched a punch. His violent energy surged like a tidal wave, sweeping over them.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
With a series of heavy thuds, the four were sent flying in all directions.
Before they could even react, White Qingtian moved again. His body turned into a white streak, and in the blink of an eye, he brushed past the four men.
"Slap! Bang! Thud! Thump!"
He slapped one of them across the face, sending him spinning like a top into the distance. Then, he kicked another flying. A quick turn saw him stomp a third into the ground, and finally, he landed an uppercut to the fourth man's chin, launching him skyward.
It all happened in an instant!
Despite their strength and toughness, the four were able to react immediately after being knocked away and rushed toward White Qingtian once more.
"Divine Light Illumination!"
White Qingtian roared, raising both hands. Blazing white light shot out from his body, crisscrossing the air in all directions, indiscriminately sweeping across the battlefield.
Each beam of light was unstoppable!
"What terrifying power!"
"Dammit, this freak!"
The four were shocked. White Qingtian's energy was so overwhelming that it left them in awe. His divine ability was a pure force of destruction, brutal and direct, leaving no room for escape. They could only face it head-on, but even that seemed impossible!
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The white light beams pierced through them one after another. Despite their best efforts, they were still blown away, left helpless and defeated.
"Do you submit now?"
White Qingtian retracted his light, standing tall in the sky as he looked down upon the four men sprawled across the altar.
The four men's faces turned pale, their pride crumbling. They had been utterly humiliated. Even in death, they wouldn't be able to show their faces again. They might as well be buried face down!
"As expected of the Praying Star Holy Son, truly peerless in his generation."
"Indeed. The Holy Master truly has a worthy successor."
"White Qingtian's talent must already surpass that of all the Southeastern, Western, and Northern Regions, unmatched across the world."
The surrounding onlookers began praising White Qingtian.
"Hehe, Qingtian's talent is indeed not weak. He's even stronger than I was back then, but I wouldn't go as far as to say he's peerless."
The Praying Star Holy Master chuckled and shook his head.
"Hmph, peerless? I beg to differ. Even here on this altar, he hasn't achieved complete victory!"
At that moment, Wang Teng, who was lying half-dead on the altar, sneered.
His body was riddled with wounds, and he was on the brink of death. Seeing no hope for survival, he feared nothing.
"Not complete victory?"
White Qingtian frowned.
He suddenly looked toward a giant "amber" in the corner of the altar. Inside it, a young man in black was winking at him.
"Hehe, see that? The brother sealed in the Weak Water Heavenly River is the strongest among us five! Even though you've defeated us, if you face him... forgive me for being blunt, you don't stand a chance."
Wang Teng sneered.
In truth, he wasn't certain. But since he was about to die, why not take a gamble? If the brother trapped in the Weak Water Heavenly River really could defeat White Qingtian, then Wang Teng could at least go out with some dignity.
"Utter nonsense."
White Qingtian glanced at him disdainfully, clearly not taking Qin Zi seriously. After all, in the entire Southern Region, there were very few who could match him.
"What, are you afraid to release him? I knew it. You only pick on people weaker than yourself. When faced with someone stronger, you don’t even have the courage to fight."
Wang Teng taunted, sneering, "No wonder I've heard you've never lost a fight. Heh, picking only weak opponents, of course you've never lost!"
"What did you say?!"
White Qingtian's eyes flashed with a cold light. He valued his honor above all and wouldn't tolerate anyone sullying it.
"I said you don't dare to fight someone stronger! What, don't like it? Then fight him fairly!"
Wang Teng fearlessly challenged.
"Hmph, if you want to lose face before dying, I'll grant your wish. Let's see what face you'll have left when this is over!"
White Qingtian snorted coldly, then turned to Elder Lijiang. "Please release this person and let him fight me."
"This..."
Elder Lijiang's face twitched with hesitation. Frankly speaking, the man sealed in the water sphere was quite formidable. He worried that White Qingtian might struggle.
As an experienced Nine Heavens expert, Elder Lijiang had a good sense of people's strengths. After all, he had personally captured this young man. White Qingtian was strong, but against this one... it might be risky.
"What, Elder, are you worried I can't defeat him?"
White Qingtian stood with his hands behind his back, smiling coldly.
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