Chapter 152: Thousand Leaves Style, Drawing Sword Style, Black Fall Slash

"Bai Jian Shi?"

Yuan Tou sneered. The moment he saw Xu Xiaoshou gripping the sword hilt, he already knew what this kid was planning next.

As one of the few people aware of Xu Xiaoshou’s true combat strength and having witnessed Chao Shu’s death firsthand, Yuan Tou had deliberately taken the time to thoroughly study the various techniques of the young man before him.

This kid had picked up some bizarre "Bai Jian Shi" from somewhere, with astonishing power, but what was even more terrifying was its sword speed!

That fearsome speed meant that, without prior preparation, almost no one below the Zongshi level could react in time.

Unexpectedly, with "Cang Ku" in hand, Xu Xiaoshou’s words were not as brief as Yuan Tou had anticipated.

"Bai Jian Shi… Evolution!"

"Qian Ye Liu, Bai Jian Shi, Hei Luo Zhan!"

Yuan Tou was stunned. This name… was it just an extended tactic?

Then, he watched as this kid bowed his head, patted the sword sheath in his hand, and muttered lowly,"Give me some face, cooperate with me…"

Yuan Tou was completely thrown off!

Was this kid messing with him?

His strongest long-range output was "Xuan Zhong Ling Yu," but that spirit technique seemed to have little effect on Xu Xiaoshou’s innate body.

Now, only close combat remained… Yuan Tou had been waiting for this guy’s sword strike, but he was just dragging his feet.

The Xuan Ming Bawang Gun trembled, already eager beyond measure.

Yuan Tou hesitated no longer—even if Xu Xiaoshou struck suddenly, he had to close in.

From a hundred meters away, he lunged forward.

Xu Xiaoshou’s Hei Luo sword sheath shook, and Yuan Tou suddenly sensed the sword qi leaking out.

His heart tensed; if he could block that sword qi attack, he could seize the moment and finish him off.

Seeing Xu Xiaoshou draw his sword in a panic, out of sheer necessity, a sinister smile nearly spread across Yuan Tou’s face—only to freeze abruptly.

My heavens!

How could there be so much sword qi?

In his line of sight, as Xu Xiaoshou drew his sword, dense white sword qi appeared, each wave stronger than the last, completely filling the space in front, behind, above, and below!

"Damn it!"

Yuan Tou was terrified; the intelligence on "Bai Jian Shi" didn’t match this at all!

Is this really Bai Jian Shi? It’s more like artificial slicing!

Due to inertia, Yuan Tou couldn’t turn back and could only raise the Xuan Ming Bawang Gun high, seizing the gap to swing it down.

"Shan Zhong Tian Jun!"

With the force of ten thousand jun, the oncoming white sword qi shattered like paper, directly destroyed in mid-air!

Yuan Tou didn’t have time to feel triumphant before his entire body stiffened again.

His pupils dilated, reflecting the shattered layer of white sword qi behind it… more white sword qi?

How many layers is this?

There must be over a thousand sword qi!

A massive number of meaningless white sword qi passed by him, but a considerable amount still struck him.

Yuan Tou barely managed to swing the heavy gun horizontally in front, but it blocked little; he was sent flying through the air.

The rest, without exception, all cut through him.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle…"

Xu Xiaoshou was shocked.

The moment he obtained the Hei Luo sword sheath, he had the idea to improve "Bai Jian Shi" inspired by the white sword qi from Hei Luo Cliff.

But he never expected that, combined with his own sword intent, the sheath could produce such an effect.

Who could withstand this?

After all, that was sword qi capable of directly sending even his Zongshi-level body flying!

Boosted by his own sword intent, the power was only enhanced, not diminished!

"Incredible!"

Xu Xiaoshou’s heart surged with excitement as he looked at the Hei Luo sword sheath, feeling like he had truly struck gold.

Among those sword qi, in fact, only one came from him; the rest were all from the sheath’s power.

"Cough cough, pff!"

From afar, a sound of spitting blood echoed, and Xu Xiaoshou was surprised—he hadn’t died?

Yuan Tou indeed hadn’t died, but he was severely crippled.

If not for his habitual pre-battle wearing of the "Hei Xuan Zhong Kai," he probably would have lost his life right there.

Gazing at the armor on his body that had been chopped to pieces, Yuan Tou felt heartbroken.

This was a seventh-grade defensive spirit armor!

Its value could even rival a Zongshi-level attack spirit weapon, and it was just destroyed outright…

Reaching out to grab the Xuan Ming Bawang Gun, he struggled to rise.

"Crack crack!"

The gun broke…

"Pff!"

Hit by this double blow, Yuan Tou spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Damn it…"

He looked toward Xu Xiaoshou in the distance, unable to comprehend why this kid’s strength had grown so rapidly in just one day.

Wasn’t this guy locked in a life-or-death battle with Chao Shu, covered in blood and barely breaking free?

Why against him… just one strike?

"Receiving curse, passive value, 1."

Xu Xiaoshou had snapped back from his thoughts about the sword sheath; he turned his gaze to his opponent.

Frankly, even after killing Chao Shu and severely injuring Luo Leilei, he still didn’t view the person before him any differently.

Because, in his eyes, these three were equally weak.

Below Zongshi, all are ants!

But he truly hadn’t expected Yuan Tou to be this weak…

In his line of sight, the battered Yuan Tou in the deep pit pulled out a blood-red vial from his body and poured out a drop of blood.

Golden blood… Xu Xiaoshou was seeing it for the first time.

Maybe this was Yuan Tou’s trump card?

After all, he had witnessed Chao Shu’s death; how could he dare to seek him out without any preparation?

But Xu Xiaoshou didn’t move to stop him.

He craved a real fight, hoping someone could push him to his limits, rather than every victory coming from a single strike.

That would leave him feeling adrift.

Yuan Tou swallowed the golden blood, his face contorting in pain.

Xu Xiaoshou watched him curiously, like observing a lab rat.

Rumble—

Muscles bulged, hair grew.

Yuan Tou’s eyes turned blood-red, and his entire body grew by half, with broad shoulders and a thick waist—he was like a giant!

Xu Xiaoshou felt a chill; what was this thing, even growing hair?

"Yuan Tou… Yuan… Ancestral return?"

Yuan Tou rose from the deep pit, over a zhang tall, exuding an overwhelming presence.

"Xu Xiaoshou…" His voice became rough and hoarse, "You have indeed become stronger, but you will ultimately perish because of your arrogance!"

Yuan Tou was also surprised that Xu Xiaoshou hadn’t stopped him from taking the "Wang Zuo Jing Xue," but since he had swallowed it, Xu Xiaoshou…

Go to hell and regret it!

Xu Xiaoshou calmly looked at him and said indifferently,"If it’s only to this extent, you’re not worth my arrogance."

"Receiving curse, passive value, 1."

Yuan Tou’s seemingly clumsy figure suddenly appeared in front of Xu Xiaoshou, slapping him with a palm and sending the astonished Xu Xiaoshou flying!

Then, with a sudden backhand strike, he himself was shaken away.

"Cough cough… pff!" Xu Xiaoshou spat blood!

"Damn! What the hell, this speed…"

He wiped the blood from his lips, his face full of shock.

That golden blood was no ordinary thing; it had boosted Yuan Tou to this level?

He had thought that with such a bulky body, Yuan Tou’s speed would be like a snail’s, but unexpectedly, he hadn’t reacted in time to that strike.

Xu Xiaoshou hovered in the air, looking toward Yuan Tou.

Although Yuan Tou’s eyes were blood-red and in a berserk state, his rationality wasn’t completely lost.

He was also stunned.

Why, after he hit Xu Xiaoshou with a palm—even though Xu Xiaoshou hadn’t reacted—he himself was shaken away?

What principle was this!

A flash of irritability in his blood pupils, Yuan Tou couldn’t wait and vanished in a flash.

When he reappeared, he was already in front of Xu Xiaoshou, punching out.

"Good timing!"

Faced with a fist as big as a basin, Xu Xiaoshou didn’t dodge or evade; he punched back, without even enhancing it with spiritual energy.

Disdain flashed in Yuan Tou’s eyes; he didn’t even see Xu Xiaoshou’s fist—in his blood-red eyes, there was only this tiny figure!

Sound vanished from his ears; the two fists collided, and the air exploded, sending shockwaves skyward.

The snow fluttering in a hundred-zhang radius was silently repelled by the ripples.

One second of vacuum!

"Boom!"

The next instant, a thunderous roar erupted from the point of impact, and both flew back simultaneously.

One zhang, ten zhang, a hundred zhang… Xu Xiaoshou barely steadied himself.

One zhang, ten zhang, a hundred zhang… The giant Yuan Tou skidded to a stop and then halted.

Evenly matched!

Shock surged in his blood-red pupils; Yuan Tou was completely baffled.

This guy, with just his physical strength, could match him after taking the "Wang Zuo Jing Xue"?

This is a monster!