Holy Fist
Chapter 447 - 226 Mountain King Chen Xiu

Chapter 447: 226 Mountain King Chen Xiu

Bai Xiao’s strength was surging wildly, fiercely, explosively!

A dominating aura enveloped him. Small stones and gravel at his feet seemed to be attracted by a magnetic force, quietly floating up half an inch off the ground. Currents of air whirled together, forming a vortex.

And within this white vortex, a blazing, colossal shadow stood.

"Hsss hsss hsss"

Bai Xiao’s enormous right hand slowly wiped across his muscular chest, the two making an unpleasant scraping sound, like coarse sandpaper against a metal plate.

The muscles on his arms and back were like twisted, bouncing steel cables.

His expressionless face suddenly revealed a smile as his gaze fixed on the hesitant Crying Sword Feng Xun in the distance, expectantly saying,

"Come, strike once more with your strongest sword."

"Crying Sword Feng Xun, is it? Attack me, and if you can leave even a minor cut on my body, I’ll let you go, along with Ghost Mask and the Crimson Ghost Face Organization. Hahaha, I will stand my ground right here, unmoving..."

"Let’s see if you have the courage to strike at me again, do you?"

Dozens of meters away, amid the chaos of broken tiles and debris, Crying Sword Feng Xun’s feet were planted in the ground, his gaze firmly locked onto Bai Xiao, who was causing a great commotion. The evaporated white steam, the suspended gravel, and the swirling airstreams all spoke of that abnormally strong presence.

His hands trembled slightly, though it was unclear whether it was from the strong recoil of the recent sword clash, or an inexplicable fear that now gripped his heart. Feng Xun gasped for breath, his chest heaving up and down, his forehead beaded with sweat.

How long had it been since he last faced such an opponent?

About five years, it seemed.

The last time he encountered an undefeatable foe, inducing dread, was Ghost Mask, who formally invited him to join the Crimson Ghost Face Organization!

In that battle, Ghost Mask completely crushed Feng Xun’s pride with overwhelming force, forcing him to submit. However, now looking at Bai Xiao, Feng Xun felt a sense of déjà vu and familiarity as if he were facing Ghost Mask again. Even more so, the man before him emanated an even stronger presence, his words and actions more domineering, more imperious!

"I..."

Feng Xun’s mouth opened slightly, but for some reason, he just couldn’t bring himself to move his hand.

Across him, the massive black-red figure slowly raised its fierce arms, a voice like a resounding bell engulfing the air.

"Trash!"

"Even afraid to strike at me now? Someone like you, who’s nothing but trash, should be completely crushed! Oh, I remember, don’t you also have a brother? Feng Jun? Once I’m done with you, I’ll go and kill your brother too. Hahaha, after all, trash... it’s perfect when the whole family is neatly done away with!"

Bai Xiao twisted his thick neck, his vertebral joints cracking loudly.

Hearing these words, Crying Sword Feng Xun reacted as if someone had struck his sore spot. His eyes turned blood-red in an instant, his breathing rapid and shallow. Clenching his teeth, he glared at Bai Xiao, his grip on the Wailing Sword no longer shaky but tightening in concentric circles.

Feng Xun and Feng Jun were orphans, not knowing their parents, supporting each other to grow up. Feng Xun, the elder brother, was like a father, and what mattered most to him was his younger brother. For this, Feng Xun even taught his painstakingly acquired Wailing Secret Sword to his brother. Bai Xiao wanted to kill his brother Feng Jun?

Absolutely not!

Crying Sword Feng Xun’s aura suddenly consolidated, as if a surging power was reinjected into his body, inflating his will like a breath of air.

He stood with one hand on the sword, one foot forward, the other back, in a stance of a slanted side slash. His entire body leaned forward as if he were a praying mantis. All over his body, frequency membranes appeared again, showing nearly fifty evil black streams.

No, influenced by an inexplicable conviction, the number of evil streams even exceeded fifty, reaching an astonishing seventy. All eyes converged to form a giant wicked eye in front of his robust chest.

Calls as mighty as a mountain’s roar and the sea’s tumult, and an endless hoarse wailing resounded, an infinite chorus of wails. Feng Xun’s sword intent coalesced, his spirit-focused to peak concentration for a desperate final stand. Countless wails transformed into a mournful Hell, more substantial than before, climbing to a pinnacle.

His gaze fixed intently on Bai Xiao, his pupils seemingly streaming with blood.

"Ghost Cry... Wolf Howl!!!"

With one slash, the entire warehouse was submerged in the vast mournful wailing. Thousands of Evil Ghosts cried out in a frenzied rush, tears of blood and black streams erupting. The highly condensed and terrifying black light suddenly targeted Bai Xiao!

"Howl!"

"Ding!!!!!"

A violent explosion erupted, the earth quaking and swaying, the white qi and wailing black streams mingling together as if a waterfall cascaded onto the ground.

In the midst of the intense tremors, Ghost Snake Xie Yang, who was watching from the side, felt his legs go numb. He couldn’t help but stagger backward, retreating dozens of meters before stopping.

At the center of the battlefield, a huge force howled forth.

With sword in hand, Feng Xun stood, utterly exhausted, his chest heaving as strenuously and desperately as a bellows drawing in oxygen from the air.

Sweat had drenched his black hair at his temples; gasping heavily, his clothes were almost soaked through as if drenched in water. Feng Xun’s palm trembled faintly, the cracked skin at the base of his thumb terrorizing, exposing the raw, reddened muscle beneath, as blood dropped down plop by plop.

He endured the pain, his gaze stunned as he looked ahead.

"Did I succeed?"