novelraw Chapter 733 - 428 Not Alone_2
Chapter 733 - 428 Not Alone_2
Yan Xiaobao grinned foolishly, feeling satisfied with the power of the second attack from the Ice Cold Storm Sword. The spiritual energy attack, rare as it was, managed to injure the upper-level Dantian People, and seeing the blood flowing from several scratches, he knew this strike surpassed most spiritual energy assaults.
Not only was Yan Xiaobao surprised at the effectiveness of this attack, but the four experts were completely stunned, their faces turning increasingly grim. Their fists tightened, their eyes became bloodshot. The four King Ranking Experts were engaged in a fierce battle, and it wasn’t just the weak spiritual energy strike that managed to harm them.
"Kill him. Tear him to pieces until there’s nothing left," one of them said in a low but dangerous voice. "Grab the sword. If we deliver such a precious treasure to our master, he’ll pay us a massive reward!" another added. Yet their words failed to stir any fear in Yan Xiaobao; instead, a smirk crept across his face. Channeling Wu Wei into the sword, he sneered as the wind suddenly picked up. The blue skies above abruptly turned cloudy, thunder rumbled in the distance, and the temperature dropped several degrees.
Seeing Yan Xiaobao’s wicked expression, the four Kings trembled, but as veterans of countless battles, they recognized that his attack was imminent.
In this warm summer, snow began to descend from the heavens. The temperature plummeted continuously, and the four experts unleashed their martial power without reservation. One of them conjured a massive disc-shaped platform, rushing downward at Yan Xiaobao. In response, the young man merely glanced at the descending platform with contempt in his eyes.
The falling snowflakes intensified, quickly transforming into a full-fledged blizzard. The snow became so dense that the four experts could no longer see Yan Xiaobao before them; all they could make out was an impenetrable wall of snow.
Suddenly, a whistling sound pierced the air, followed by a chilling scream. Glancing to the side, they found one of their companions collapsed on the ground, clutching his legs—or what was left of them.
A massive shard of ice had sliced cleanly through his leg, ripping through muscle without leaving anything intact. Witnessing this, the remaining three experts turned pale as golden Wu Wei surged from their bodies, forming a more powerful protective layer around them.
"Ding," "clang," the sounds echoed as more and more ice shards struck the martial power cloaks of the remaining three Kings. The fallen man on the ground grew eerily silent, but the other three had no time to worry about him. The attack was relentless, and the speed at which the ice shards were falling seemed to be escalating. The more martial power they poured into their defense, the worse their predicament became.
"What’s going on here?!" A voice suddenly rang out from outside the blizzard. As the voice echoed, discomfort deepened on the faces of the three experts. "Young Master, don’t enter!" one of them shouted. Though their master waited outside, his expression was haggard; he refrained from stepping into the blizzard.
"Master, we’re dealing with a foreigner who seems to be using blood sacrifices. He wields a sword forged from Nine Heavens Blood Metal. This snowstorm originates entirely from that sword! I’m certain he’s physically frail and will soon be unable to sustain this attack. He won’t endure much longer. Leave him to us. We’ll exhaust his energy, and when he’s weak, we’ll tear him apart and present his weapon to you. Without it, he’s worthless!" one of the King-level experts shouted from within the blizzard. His words made Yan Xiaobao laugh, surrounded by the white snow. They thought the sword was the source of his strength—how gravely mistaken they were.
A few meters away, no one noticed two individuals observing the scene. One was the spiritual blacksmith Cou Ling, and the other was her assistant Fang Wei. Both abruptly witnessed the onset of the violent blizzard. Yan Xiaobao had poured such immense energy into the sword that the snowstorm became so dense that visibility was entirely obstructed. They could only hear the sounds emanating from within, and what Cou Ling heard boded no good for Yan Xiaobao. While she worried for him, deep down, she sensed that this young man wasn’t as easy to defeat as everyone imagined. After all, the image of the red wolf was etched deeply into her memory. The wolf appeared incredibly powerful, even against a group of ten men. She felt certain that this young man could overcome all of this. Sitting behind a rock with her hands clasped and her eyes closed tightly, she prayed that Yan Xiaobao was as strong as she hoped.
"So they think without my weapon I’m nothing," Yan Xiaobao muttered to himself as he gazed at the raging blizzard around him. Looking at the sword in his hand, a satisfied smile appeared on his face. Without hesitation, he sent another volley of ice shards at the three experts. The fourth was already dead, having failed to protect himself with Wu Wei. The pain in his legs had humiliated the man, leading to his demise.
"Let’s see who’s truly the master here," Yan Xiaobao said with a laugh. He stopped channeling Wu Wei into his sword and instead wrapped it up. He placed it into a storage stone and embedded it into the bracelet encircling his arm.
Though the weapon was undeniably extraordinary, Yan Xiaobao was accustomed to fighting with daggers, and his skills with the sword were still limited. Therefore, he decided to rely solely on Wu Wei for battle, without any weapons. If things became dire, he could always transform into the wolf.