Holy Fist
Chapter 586 - 294 is my number, even higher than yours!

Chapter 586: 294 is my number, even higher than yours!

"Step back!!!"

In the square.

Two golden-robed figures stepped forward simultaneously, cracking the bluish-grey bricks in the area in front of them with a snap-crackle-popping fan-shaped pattern. In the next instant, an even more terrifying surge, like a tsunami, roared towards them.

"Clang!"

The majestic and grand Zen sound echoed from the charging figure.

Bai Xiao faced the psychic surge ahead without fear. Instead, he stomped his foot fiercely on the ground, creating a deep crater, and, like a meteor cannonball, charged directly towards the two golden-robed bishops. In the blink of an eye, he had already violently collided with the psychic stream!

"Clang!!!"

With both hands propped up, a mass of invisible airflow burst violently from his pores, expanding and growing rapidly like light on the outskirts. The massive psychic forces in front and above, capable of crushing a tanker truck, emitted a tearing screech like a giant storm at sea. Yet, when they were still a meter away from Bai Xiao, they were blocked by a semi-transparent, condensed and large Zen Sound Qi Clock.

The ancient clock’s edge was extremely thick, with a faint golden hue. Its surface was carved with winding and coiling patterns, with neatly arranged serrated waves along the bottom edge.

The Zen Sound Qi Clock enveloped Bai Xiao entirely, defending him from enemies from all directions.

The body of the clock vibrated gently, making a deep and resonant sound.

"You are not qualified enough!"

In the midst of the psychic surge, a strong figure stood firm like a pillar in a midstream. Like a hard reef in the sea, it smashed the incoming waves again and again into smithereens. Bai Xiao raised his head, his gaze locked onto the two arrogantly golden-robed figures.

He raised both hands, letting out a low roar from his throat.

"Slash!"

He lifted his right hand high, fingers together, veins bulging, and in an instant, it transformed into a gigantic, pitch-black, metallic Fierce Battle Axe. The terrifying axe silhouette suddenly accelerated in the air, brutally tearing through the atmosphere and swinging down!

"Roar!!!"

Among the demonic beast’s roars, the surprisingly solid axe silhouette tore through the incredibly thick and massive psychic surge, carving a deep, axe-cleft mark over twenty meters long on the square, splitting it in two.

Bai Xiao lunged forward, his left hand slashing down without hesitation!

The solid psychic power was torn apart completely, making a sound like bursting bubbles.

Both golden-robed bishops let out a muffled grunt, the spiritual sun behind their heads dimmed, and the divine light in their pupils faded significantly.

"Swoosh!"

In front, the burly and strong figure pounced without hesitation, his rear wrapped with boundless murderous aura, his fists clenched tight like Meteor Hammers, and visible white hurricanes swirling around him, exuding an astonishing oppressive force.

"Wanxiang’s Hand!"

Golden-robed bishop Hao Ya fiercely pressed his thumb against his temple, and suddenly his psychic power soared, his eyes instantly filled with dense bloodshot. His right hand suddenly reached out from beneath his robe, slapping forward.

"Boom!!!"

Behind Hao Ya, a building-sized giant hand condensed in the blink of an eye. The palm’s lines were clear to see, each finger joint the size of a normal person. The terrifying power contained within made people tremble.

"Bang!"

Wanxiang’s Hand was swung out, pushing horizontally towards the charging Bai Xiao. The surrounding invisible air seemed to turn solid, visibly rippling through the air, caused by dust being simultaneously pushed in unison.

"Roll!"

Bai Xiao’s face was steely, the muscles of his entire body suddenly flushed with a black and red mottle, his clothes rip-crackle, tearing into pieces and falling.

His body inflated segment by segment, his exaggerated muscles comparable to granite, hard and heavy. A network of bulging veins like little snakes writhed across the surface of his skin, even reaching his face.

Bai Xiao transformed into a 2.5-meter-tall giant, covered with a Zen Sound Qi Clock that shimmered with faint golden light, directly throwing a punch at Wanxiang’s Hand.

"Bang!"

The punch was thrown, and for a moment, it seemed like a meteor speeding through the atmosphere, friction creating a terrible roar and sparks in the air.

The ground shook violently.

The giant condensed Wanxiang’s Hand experienced a tremendous explosion on its surface, flying askew and crashing through three or four ancient buildings.

And Bai Xiao remained unharmed, on his cold, veined face, an excited smile surfaced, his white, fearsome teeth chilling under the moonlight.

"It seems that your so-called Eternal Sleep God isn’t so reliable after all!"

"Is this all the strength you were granted?!"

At this moment, the two golden-robed bishops were in the process of breaking through the Dead Core Level, their psychic powers expanding and strengthening at all times. But if one were to assess combat strength, at best they were only at the state of unlocking the extreme realm of the Eastern Seven Stars.

Before the end of the Eastern Dark World’s martial arts tournament, Bai Xiao could already brutally oppress the Eastern Seven Stars. Not to mention now, his own strength had increased tremendously.

"My stats are above yours!!!"

With a low roar, Bai Xiao charged out like a wild beast. His footsteps shook the ground, issuing thunderous roars.

"Xuanqiong’s Grasp!"

The other golden-robed bishop, Ghost Cutter, his eyes burst with sharp light, his will intensely focused. With a thought, the air around Bai Xiao suddenly became abnormally solid and hard, as if it had turned into mine rock. A pale blue psychic hand descended in an instant, grasping firmly towards Bai Xiao’s body.

"Bang!"

The air exploded, the ground shuddered.

Bai Xiao spread his strong arms to both sides, directly withstanding the iron clamp-like grip of Xuanqiong. His granite-like arms visibly swelled several sizes. The veins on his temples protruded like a beating heart. Immense strength erupted from beneath his feet, causing the surrounding ground to crack like tortoiseshell.