Chapter 398: So What If My Disciple Is Arrogant?
At this moment within the Star Realm, the air was filled with the clash of battle. Cold black mist churned, and groups of Starfall Pavilion disciples banded tightly together. Individually, they might not be a match for Soul Hall's elite, but in hundreds or thousands, even formidable enemies struggled to break their formation.
Wind Venerable, Cai Lin, and others had all entered the battlefield. Soul Hall and the Heavenly Underworld Sect had come in full force, with every one of their powerhouses being fierce and ruthless. Even Wind Venerable and his group had to give it their all.
High in the distant sky outside the Star Realm, many figures hovered—strong individuals of the Central Plains and eyes from various factions who had followed the disturbance. Both Soul Hall and the Heavenly Underworld Sect were major powers. Any move they made garnered endless attention, and this time they hadn't hidden their tracks.
"Starfall Pavilion is truly facing calamity this time… to have provoked Soul Hall to launch a full assault."
A white-haired old man who had once been friendly with Starfall sighed.
"Hmph, if Starfall falls, the Four Pavilions will have an opening. Our Flowing Cloud Pavilion might just take the chance to rise."
"You? With that meager strength? You'd be wiped out the next day."
"What was that?! Looking to die?!"
"Hah! Scared of you? Look at Wind Lightning Pavilion—they got wrecked twice by Xiao Yuan. Now no one even dares touch that spot. Everyone's waiting for Young Pavilion Master Xiao Yuan's word!"
…
The scene was chaotic. Old grudges between factions flared, occasionally sparking skirmishes. But everyone's attention ultimately returned to the real battlefield: Starfall Pavilion. Their small-time quarrels meant nothing now.
Despite the chatter, most maintained a wait-and-see attitude. Some old allies of Wind Venerable or Yao Lao hesitated, sighed, and remained still. Their factions couldn't match Soul Hall's might—helping Starfall would only doom themselves.
But none knew that in the stone tower atop the rear mountain, the fingers of a seemingly unconscious old man suddenly trembled ever so slightly.
Crack!
A spatial rift tore open, space fragments falling like shattered glass.
BOOM!
In the sky, two figures wreathed in blazing Dou Qi collided violently. The thunderous roar shook the heavens, dispersing clouds for miles. Within a hundred meters of them, no one dared to approach. The force was unbearable even for ordinary Dou Zuns.
"A mighty Heaven Venerate of Soul Hall… and this is all you've got?"
Xiao Yuan flung Warden of the Earth back a hundred meters with a single strike, his sleeves sweeping disdainfully as he sneered.
Even a single star difference between Dou Zuns was like an uncrossable chasm.
But he couldn't afford to drag this out—Starfall's disciples couldn't hold on forever.
Xiao Yuan narrowed his eyes. He noticed something odd behind Warden of the Earth—a spatial distortion. He silently took several recovery pills, stuffed them into his mouth without swallowing, then began channeling Dou Qi along a strange path.
His right palm glowed with a dark gold light. Step by step, he advanced through the air toward Warden of the Earth.
Warden's expression showed growing unease. After exchanging blows, he'd realized he was utterly outmatched. His ice-type Dou Qi was being suppressed by Xiao Yuan's golden flame. Still, he believed he couldn't be instantly defeated—not alone at least.
If Xiao Yuan came too close, reinforcements would strike!
But then—Xiao Yuan vanished in a flash of black thunder.
Three Thousand Lightning Movement and Heavenly Thunder Step activated simultaneously. Even a peak eight-star Dou Zun like Warden couldn't react.
Xiao Yuan appeared before him. His palm shone with blinding gold, then condensed into a single speck of deep black light.
The Great Heaven Creation Palm!
BOOM!
The moment his palm struck Warden's chest, space collapsed. A chilling black vortex burst forth from Xiao Yuan's palm.
Shhh—
Warden of the Earth was swallowed whole without resistance, vanishing into the darkness without a sound or ripple.
Hiss—
Countless onlookers gasped. This was a Heaven Venerate, yet he couldn't even resist?!
"How… how is this possible?!"
But it wasn't over.
Xiao Yuan's other hand struck forward, forming a soul-sealing palmprint that tore open space. A scarlet figure dropped from the void.
The soul palm's purpose wasn't just to force him out—it injured his soul, leaving him vulnerable.
This hidden enemy, realizing death was near, tried to retreat in a mist of blood.
"Trying to run?" Xiao Yuan sneered.
He accelerated the black vortex's expansion. A terrible suction pulled everything toward it.
The red figure slowed, horrified. Desperately, he unleashed wave after wave of Dou Qi, but none could halt the vortex—it swallowed everything.
"DIE!"
Xiao Yuan growled. The black circle surged faster.
"You idiots! If you don't help me now, I'm dead!"
The scarlet figure's panic-stricken scream rang out.
Hearing this, Xiao Yuan froze slightly. More hidden enemies?
If even he hadn't sensed them, they had to be seven-turn Dou Zuns or higher!
"Soul Hall… really came prepared!"
Just then, a cold voice echoed.
"Pathetic. To be forced into this state by a junior. And you still call yourself a Heaven Venerate?"
CRACK—
A skeletal white hand emerged from a rift, stopping the black vortex with swirling black mist.
Then a coughing old man stepped out in grey-white robes, leaning on a bone staff. His sunken eyes glowed with eerie green light.
"Heaven-tier Dou Technique… what a lucky brat," the old man muttered.
"Jealous?" Xiao Yuan mocked. "Then trade your life for it!"
He raised his hand—but then, chills shot down his spine.
A palm burst from behind, slamming into his back with black crystalline force.
BOOM!
Xiao Yuan was flung through the air, blood spraying.
Even with his powerful body, the backlash of halting the Great Heaven Creation Palm mid-cast had injured him.
"Two Half-Saints ambushing a single Dou Zun… Soul Hall really knows no shame."
The spectators erupted.
"Soul Hall sent two Half-Saints?! Are they insane?!"
"Starfall is doomed…"
The white-haired old man drifted close, flashing a ghastly smile.
"So the Xiao Clan still managed to produce a monster like you… after the bloodline withered, too. Truly surprising."
He stared, puzzled. "Could the abandoned bloodline really still work?"
Xiao Yuan gave no answer—but yes, it could.
"I am Bone Ghost. You may know me better as the Second Heaven Venerate. But now, I go by Bone Ghost Saint."
Second Heaven Venerate?!
Xiao Yuan's eyelid twitched. Then that red-cloaked man must be the Third Venerate.
The earlier ones are the strongest… so the Great Venerate must be at the Dou Saint level already.
"Well then," Bone Ghost said with eerie calm, "shall we fight now, or will you obediently come with me?"
"…You know you talk too much, right?"
Xiao Yuan stared at him like he was an idiot.
Bone Ghost chuckled, stepping forward—then vanished.
Xiao Yuan's instincts screamed. Suddenly, the old man stood within two feet of him.
"You've got guts, but your strength is lacking."
He raised a hand—space solidified.
Even with Xiao Yuan's mighty body, he couldn't resist the crushing force. Blood seeped through his robe.
Yet he didn't panic. Spitting blood, he grinned with blood-stained teeth.
Then—
A calm hand landed on Bone Ghost's wrist.
A youthful, familiar voice rang out beside Xiao Yuan:
"So what if my disciple is arrogant?"
(END CHAPTER)
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