Holy Fist
Chapter 519 - 261 Seven Stars Killer

Chapter 519: 261 Seven Stars Killer

"ROAR!!!"

Colored glaze golden flames, dragon and elephant sounds in unison!

In the center of the arena, a terrifying giant shadow that had swelled to over three meters in height surged forward. Vague golden patterns lined its ferocious arms as they stretched out, carrying a tyrannical gust of wind, shattering an Evil Ghost with one palm and obliterating a Rakshasa with a punch!

"Bang bang bang bang bang..."

The air exploded, and the sword light was crushed!

Bai Xiao’s face was like iron, his charging body even pulled out a bunch of golden-red firelight midair. His fists rubbing against the air at high speed, every strike carried the irresistible force of a tsunami!

Even if he was in the depths of Hell, even if he was isolated and without aid, it did not matter!

Because he alone was the storm, he alone was destruction!

Rakshasas and Evil Ghosts are the incarnations of Hell’s furious rage, cold-blooded and cruel.

But Bai Xiao was even more terrifying than them!

From now on, he would embark on a killing spree, transforming into an unfeeling whirlwind!

...

"Void void void void void..."

A glowing dragon-elephant giant shadow, like a heavyweight tank rolling over everything, all attacks within three meters of it were blasted to smithereens by horrific power! Whether it was the pitch-black Evil Ghosts, the blood-red Rakshasas, or even the dense sword glares, flying rubble fragments, all were ground into powder!

Around Bai Xiao’s body, there seemingly appeared a hemisphere with a diameter of six meters, inverted atop the arena. The edge of the cavity showed a semi-translucent blurred shape, which was the visual effect of the air being rapidly compressed and mixed with dust. Within three meters of him, it was like a pure land, inviolable!

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Within the scroll of Hell, Rakshasas and Evil Ghosts were continuously destroyed, vanishing at a startling speed. The colors of red and black frantically faded, and the demons and monsters from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood were swept clean, all dying at the center of the arena under the fists of the giant shadow emanating blazing golden flames.

The Extreme Realm ’Fury of Hell’ of Gui Luotian was on the verge of collapsing instantly.

Because, this time the opponent was even more furious than Hell! He refused to heed whatever so-called voices from Hell, wanting to beat it to a pulp!

"’Fury of Hell’, useless, huh?"

At the edge of the arena, the figure with cracked tiger’s mouth dripping with blood had a slight bitterness on his face. Gui Luotian’s mood was extremely heavy, and his rage gradually extinguished.

He didn’t know whether Bai Xiao was still holding back during his earlier fights with Hao Lie and Chen Xiu, or if he had made progress in these short days.

Gui Luotian’s judgment of his strength had certain deviations.

He had originally thought that once he unleashed his Extreme Realm, at least Bai Xiao would suffer significant injuries and be forced to reveal all his cards. But in reality, it was himself who was driven to the wall, and the ’Fury of Hell’ he just released was on the brink of collapse.

"Hiss..."

Gui Luotian drew a deep breath, his fit upper body, chest puffed high, slightly swelling. Most of the black and red tattoos on his body, resembling Hellish Evil Ghost patterns, had vanished, leaving only a ferocious Ghost Face on his back. With an azure face and sharp fangs, interleaved in black and red, with three eyes on the forehead.

One could faintly discern a character embedded in the center of the Ghost Face.

’Reduce!’

He suddenly exhaled a hot stream of breath, his eyes blazing as he looked forward.

There, Bai Xiao had already charged over, his Fury of Hell Extreme Realm unable to hinder him in the slightest. His footsteps thundered like an enraged elephant charging.

The ground trembled and shook, as if thunder roared and earthquakes boomed.

"The last blade strike..."

"And also the one I’ve only recently mastered!"

Gui Luotian suddenly adopted a stance as if slashing forward, one foot pressing diagonally forward, the other foot braced behind. His entire being leaned forward, his hands clutching the Rashamon Blade’s hilt tightly, the blade itself faintly pulsing, exuding a sanguine glow.

"True Transmission of the Sword Demon!"

In a flash, a terrifying laugh of an Evil Ghost erupted from behind him.

The azure-faced and fang-toothed pattern on Gui Luotian’s back abruptly expanded, almost transforming into a humanoid Evil Ghost tattoo as large as his whole back. At a glance, it appeared as if a black and red Hellish Evil Ghost phantasm was lying on his back. The Evil Ghost phantasm wielded a blade, and so did he!

Their silhouettes overlapped, faintly emitting dancing black flames.

"Reduce!!!"

His eyes glowed red with ferocity in a flash, as he swung his blade without hesitation towards the dragon-elephant giant rushing forward! An unprecedented force of annihilation descended from the void, attaching itself to the blade’s edge, forming a semi-transparent phantom line.

This blade was extremely dangerous, terrifying, and sharp!

When the Sword Demon personally used it, it was claimed that nothing could withstand its cut, nothing could survive it! Over a decade ago, he once killed three sect leaders with a single strike!

And now, Gui Luotian using it was extremely perilous for those of the same level!

This was originally prepared for his challenge against Liu Xinzong and Ghost Mask, cultivated painstakingly over several years, forging a single blade strike to secure victory.

But now, it had to be used against Bai Xiao, the biggest dark horse!

"Defeat!"

Gui Luotian’s pupils blazed with spirit, his essence and spirit entirely infused into this terrifying blade strike, his whole being suddenly drained, like a lamp running out of oil.

Reflected in his pitch-black pupils.

The long blade tore through the void, like thunder descending, heavily striking upon the giant shadow charging forward like a tank, and an explosion resounded.

"BOOM!!!"

The air burst outward in rings, erupting.

Visible to the naked eye, within a radius of several dozen meters was a perfect circular black blast mark, the edge adorned with elegant white wind marks, faintly tinged with speckles of golden-red fire. Like molten iron, it intensely expanded and contracted.