Invincible Over the World
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312: Chapter 312 How If I Intervene?

312: Chapter 312 How If I Intervene?

Huang Xiaolong paused for a moment, then flew up and landed on the rooftop of a palace.

Within the Ghost King Palace, Huang Xiaolong discovered that his Divine Sense was restricted, extending at most only a hundred meters.

Considering the vast expanse of the Ghost King Palace, a range of a hundred meters was essentially useless.

With a thought, Huang Xiaolong opened the Hell’s Eye in the center of his forehead, and indeed, the Hell’s Eye allowed him to see clearer and farther than his Divine Sense could, making out the scenes in several palaces beyond the one he was on despite the distance.

However, the range was only a little over a thousand meters.

A little over a thousand meters, Huang Xiaolong shook his head, thinking that in reality, it wasn’t much more useful.

Huang Xiaolong leaped down to the ground, reasoning that being on the rooftops made him too obvious a target.

Suddenly, a strong wave of power fluctuations transmitted from ahead.

From the intensity of the fluctuations, the two people engaged in fierce battle were undoubtedly Half-Saint Experts, and their strength appeared to be slightly greater than Feng Gong, who had died under Huang Xiaolong’s spear at Broken Tiger Mountain.

Huang Xiaolong’s figure flashed, flying towards the direction of the intense battle.

Soon after, he arrived at the scene.

He saw that the two fighting individuals were quite young in appearance.

One was dressed in a red robe, the other in purple.

The man in the red robe had a pattern of a two-headed Divine Beast embroidered over the chest area—a pattern Huang Xiaolong had seen before on He Yunxiong in Wangu City.

He Yunxiong’s robe had also been decorated with this exact design.

The young man in the red robe was undoubtedly from Wangu City, and likely a disciple of He Yunxiong.

As for the young man in the purple robe, there was a pattern of a giant elephant on his sleeve.

A giant elephant?

It seemed the young man in purple was a disciple of Luo Wujun from the City of Gods!

Luo Wujun, the City Lord of the City of Gods, was also one of the top ten powerhouses of the Chaotic Land.

From the intensity of their fight, it seemed the disciple of Luo Wujun was a notch stronger than the disciple of He Yunxiong.

Their Fist Marks and Handprint clashes echoed heavily through the air, causing an incessant rumble.

Suddenly, the disciple of Luo Wujun twisted his body, executed a turn in mid-air, and with a swift flash, landed a Handprint on the back of He Yunxiong’s disciple.

“Pfft!” Sun Haoran spurted a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

Wu Zhang landed on the ground from the air, looked at Sun Haoran who had fallen, and sneered, “Sun Haoran, I bet you didn’t expect to die here.”

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Sun Haoran’s expression remained calm, “If I die, my master will avenge me.”

Laughing loudly at these words, Wu Zhang retorted, “Master?

Heh heh, do you really think that old guy He Yunxiong will be able to leave Ghost City this time?

Let me tell you, with Ghost City’s emergence this time, none of you nine disciples will leave Ghost City alive!”

“You!” Sun Haoran’s face changed drastically, “What are you talking about!”

“What am I talking about?” Wu Zhang sneered.

“When you’re in Hell, go and ask He Yunxiong.” Having said that, he flashed forward, his palms fiercely striking toward Sun Haoran’s chest.

In a panic, Sun Haoran tried to dodge backward, but Wu Zhang’s palm power shadowed him closely, pressing in, and just as Sun Haoran was about to be sent flying by Wu Zhang’s strike, suddenly a myriad of Buddha figures appeared in the air, resplendent with Buddha Light.

Startled, Wu Zhang threw a palm to meet the onslaught.

With a loud bang, the rebound force forced Wu Zhang to retreat hundreds of meters before he could stabilize himself.

Shocked, Wu Zhang looked only to see that a young man with black hair had appeared in front of Sun Haoran at some point.

Huang Xiaolong paid no mind to Wu Zhang’s shock and turned to Sun Haoran, “Are you alright?”

Sun Haoran also looked at Huang Xiaolong with shock and surprise.

Upon hearing Huang Xiaolong’s question, he came back to his senses, shook his head and said, “I’m fine, thank you.”

After pondering for a moment, Huang Xiaolong took out a White Ganoderma from his Asura Ring.

Instantly, fragrant aromas filled the air, and the originally dim space brightened up as if it were broad daylight.

“This, this is White Ganoderma!” Wu Zhang and Sun Haoran both exclaimed in amazement, staring intently at the White Ganoderma in Huang Xiaolong’s hand.

They saw the White Ganoderma was translucent and crystalline, and within the Lingzhi, a white milky liquid continuously flowed.

This was precisely one of the Spiritual Medicines Huang Xiaolong had found at the bottom of Broken Tiger Valley.

Hundred-year-old Ganoderma was quite common, but thousand-year-old ones were rare, and ten-thousand-year-old ones could be said to be extinct.

As for the King of Ganoderma, White Ganoderma, it went without saying.

This King of Ganoderma, the White Ganoderma could not only enhance one’s cultivation but was also a Holy Medicine for healing.

Amid their fervent gazes, Huang Xiaolong pushed the White Ganoderma forward toward Sun Haoran, “Take this and swallow it.”

Sun Haoran was stunned and looked at Huang Xiaolong with disbelief, asking uncertainly, “Are you sure you want to give me this White Ganoderma to swallow?”

Huang Xiaolong nodded, smiling, “I owe Senior He a favor.”

Back in the City of Gods, He Yunxiong had helped Huang Xiaolong out of an encirclement.

Now, by saving his disciple, he was returning that favor.

As for this White Ganoderma, it might be a Rare Spiritual Medicine in the eyes of others, but it was not much to Huang Xiaolong.

In the Asura Ring, among hundreds of Spiritual Medicines, this White Ganoderma was at the bottom.

“So, brother knows my master.” Sun Haoran then understood, but he still tried to decline, “But this is too precious.

Brother, you should take it back.

My injuries aren’t serious.” After saying this, he tried to return the White Ganoderma to Huang Xiaolong.

Indeed, in his view, the favor Huang Xiaolong was returning was too great.

He felt embarrassed to accept such a Rare Spiritual Medicine.

Just then, a figure flashed suddenly.

Wu Zhang reached out towards the White Ganoderma.

However, as soon as he got close to the White Ganoderma, countless spear shadows appeared, generating an invisible tornado that rose like giant waves, layer upon layer.

Wu Zhang was shocked and hastily retreated.

“Great Cutting Palm!” He raised both palms, slashing violently towards the incoming waves of the tornado.

Dozens of Hand Blades appeared in the air, slicing towards the layers of the tornado spawned by the spear shadows.

“Sizzle!” Explosions sounded continuously.

The spear shadows vanished, and the tornadoes were finally blocked.

Nevertheless, a cold sweat broke out on Wu Zhang’s back, and he looked at Huang Xiaolong with fright, realizing how terrifying Huang Xiaolong’s strike just was.

Who exactly was this young man with black hair?

He was obviously just at the Late Stage Peak of the Innate Tenth Rank, but his strength was so terrifying?

Wu Zhang’s throat felt dry as he faced Huang Xiaolong, “Friend, this is a matter between the City of Gods and Wangu City.

I hope you’d better not intervene.”

Huang Xiaolong’s expression was indifferent, “What if I do intervene?”

Back in the City of Gods, Zhao Chen’s men had brazenly attacked Huang Xiaolong, and the City of Gods’ guards had even sided with Zhao Chen’s men, for which Huang Xiaolong harbored no good feelings towards the City of Gods.

Upon hearing this, Wu Zhang shook his head, “Although your strength is not bad, friend, I advise you not to act rashly, to avoid bringing a catastrophe to your own family.”

Wu Zhang’s words were not without merit; there were few who dared to meddle in the affairs of the City of Gods in the Chaotic Land.

At that moment, Sun Haoran also spoke up to persuade, “Brother, you should leave.” He, too, felt that Huang Xiaolong had no need to offend the City of Gods over the affairs of Wangu City.

Even if Huang Xiaolong owed his master, He Yunxiong, a favor, it was not necessary to go this far.

(To be continued.

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