Asura Sovereign IX

by Shian Jeen

  If the looks from Guo Xiaofan could kill, Jiang Wei'en and Gu Yun would have probably died a thousand times.

  Jiang Wei’en snickered hearing those words, “Big Uncle? Hehe, I’m~ so~ scared.” The ridicule in his voice was obvious. A mere Xiantian, a measly existence no different than the ants crawling on the ground, how strong could that so-called Big Uncle of his be?

  “My Big Uncle is Black Warrior Institute’s inner disciple!” Guo Xiaofan roared at Jiang Wei’en.

  Everyone was stunned.

  Black Warrior Institute’s inner disciple?

  Jiang Wei’en’s brows scrunched together, but a beat later, he sneered, “No wonder you dare to compete with this Young Lord, but you were just relying on a Black Warrior Institute’s inner disciple? Hehe, you think this Young Lord would be afraid of a measly Black Warrior Institute inner disciple?!” At this point, Jiang Wei’en was standing right in front of Guo Xiaofan, his leg suddenly kicked out right at Guo Xiaofan’s Qi Sea.

  As Guo Xiaofan screamed, his body flew out, sliding over the ground.

  “Xiaofan!” Huwang Min screamed shrilly.

  Jiang Wei’en sneered, “This Young Lord hates being threatened the most, death-seeking reckless idiot, he actually dared to use an insignificant Black Warrior inner disciple to threaten me? Continue, break their Qi Seas and cripple their meridians. I would really like to see that fart of a Black Warrior Institute inner disciple ‘Big Uncle’ dare to come save them.”

  Gu Yun and several subordinates stepped forward. In a short few moments, they dealt with Huwang Xiaohai, Guo Xiaofan, and the rest’s Qi Seas and meridians. All crippled and shattered.

  “Throw them out on the streets.” Jiang Wei’en casually waved his hand.

  Gu Yun and several others acknowledged, throwing out Huwang Xiaohai’s group as instructed.

  “Young Lord, are we returning now?” Gu Yun asked.

  Jiang Wei’en waved his hand again, saying, “There's no hurry, it's not every day that I come across something this interesting. We’ll wait here for their so-called Big Uncle.” Finished saying that, he really sat down, picking up a cup of tea and sipping in leisure, “This tea is not bad.” He praised, smacking his lips.

  With Zhao Shu leading, Huwang Xiao reached the Riding Wind Carrier Workshop.

  Seeing the large crowd surrounding the Riding Wind workshop, pointing here and there, a strong unease surfaced in Huwang Xiao’s heart.

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  Huwang Xiao and Zhao Shu pushed through the sea of people, arriving at the front. Entering their eyes were Huwang Xiaohai, Guo Xiaofan, Huwang Min, and several others, wounded and bloodstained while being pointed at, listening to the loud whispers from the spectating crowd.

  “Third Young Master!”

  “Young Master Xiaofan!”

  Zhao Shu rushed up, arriving beside them in large hurried strides as he called out their names in grief.

  Huwang Xiao was momentarily stunned to the point where he seemed rooted on the spot. In a split second, monstrous killing intent erupted like a furious tsunami in his heart seeing the bloodstained, unconscious Huwang Xiaohai, and the others with him. His fists clenched so tight that his fingers were digging into his palm. Never had there been a time when Huwang Xiao’s killing intent was this strong, this terrifying, that he ever feel like taking someone’s life to this extent!

  Huwang Xiao wasn’t this furious even when he rushed back to Martial Spirit World from the Cloudsea Mainland and saw his parents, family, and subordinates injured by the two Ying Family masters. He could tell at a glance that his brother, Huwang Xiaohai, sister Huwang Min, his nephew Guo Xiaofan, and the others’ Qi Seas and meridians were crippled.

  KILL—!

  KILL—! KILL—!

  His eyes grew bloodshot, yet he restrained himself by taking a deep breath. He walked toward his younger brother Huwang Xiaohai, sister Huwang Min, and the others, feeding each of them a top divine grade spirit pellet before accurately stabbing a few acupoints on their bodies, stopping their condition from worsening.

  “Big brother!” Huwang Min, as well as the others, finally regained conscious albeit slightly unfocused, calling out weakly to Huwang Xiao.

  “Where’s the one who did this?” Huwang Xiao asked.

  Just as Huwang Xiaohai and Huwang Min wanted to answer, a mocking sing-song voice sounded, “Hehe, so, you’re that Black Warrior Institute inner disciple that they were relying on? I didn’t expect you to really dare to show up.”

  Huwang Xiao looked over his shoulder, watching a group of people walking out from the Riding Wind Carrier Workshop. Walking right in front of the group was a young man clad in a fine brocade robe.

  Eyes narrowed to thin slits, Huwang Xiao slowly got up, knowing without asking further that this was the culprit, the Jiang Family’s disciple, Jiang Wei’en.

  At this point, Zhao Shu had helped Huwang Xiaohai and everyone else up on their feet, moving back to stand behind Huwang Xiao.

  Jiang Wei’en’s group swaggered out, stopping arrogantly in front of Huwang Xiao.

  “You did this?” Huwang Xiao gaze was glacial looking at Jiang Wen’en.

  Having a mere Black Warrior Institute inner disciple dare speak to him in such questioning tone, the look in Jiang Wei’en’s eyes grew cold. With a smile that didn't reach his eyes, he said, “Brat, there hasn’t been anyone that had the guts to speak to me with such a tone. That’s right, I did it. So what? What can you do, bite me? A little Black Warrior Institute inner disciple like you fantasizing to avenge your brother? Avenge your nephew?”

  Jiang Wei’en and the guards behind him laughed in ridicule.

  “Brat, let me tell you, our Young Lord is a Jiang Family’s core disciple, and the current Jiang Family Patriarch is our Young Lord’s grandfather.” One of the Jiang Family guards prattled in a lofty manner: “And Changzhi City's Castellan is our Young Lord’s uncle.”

  The spectating crowd reacted greatly to the guard’s words.

  “He’s actually is the Jiang Family Patriarch’s grandson!”

  “Looks like this Black Warrior Institute inner disciple can only swallow this injustice!”

  The surrounding whispers entered Jiang Wei’en’s ears, boosting his ego further. Looking at Huwang Xiao, he said, “Brat, if you want to take your brother away, you can. Since they think having a few extra coins qualifies them to compete with me, even having the guts to attack me without reason, you should get on your knees and apologize on their behalf.”

  Slander! Shameless slander!

  Huwang Xiaohai and the others with him glared angrily at Jiang Wei’en.

  “Rubbish! We didn't start the fight!” Huwang Xiaohai shouted furiously.

  Huwang Xiao lifted his hand, indicating Huwang Xiaohai and the others to calm down as he remained composed looking at Jiang Wei’en: “Kneel down and apologize?”

  Jiang Wei’en snobbishly added, “Before I change my mind, you…” But he didn’t have the chance to finish his words for Huwang Xiao disappeared in a flicker. By the time they caught sight of him again, his fist had accurately struck Jiang Wei’en Qi Sea

  Jiang Wei’en didn’t even have the time to register what was happening, let alone react. A long wail rendered the air as a human body was knocked into the air like a dead dog, crashing into the Riding Wind Carrier Workshop’s front, its doors shattered into pieces.

  The noisy whispering crowd went quiet all of a sudden.

  “Young Lord!!” Gu Yun and the Jiang Family guards finally recovered from their shock, scrambling hastily to check Jiang Wei’en’s condition.

  “You, you dare to cripple our Young Lord’s Qi Sea!” Gu Yun spun around, inexpressibly enraged as he glowered at Huwang Xiao, his voice thundered in the street.

  No one present expected Huwang Xiao, a mere Black Warrior Institute inner disciple to actually dare to attack Jiang Wei’en. Not only did he attack, he even ruthlessly broke Jiang Wei’en’s Qi Sea!

  “Dare to cripple?” Huwang Xiao was
coldly indifferent, “So what if it’s crippled?”

  Gu Yun jumped to his feet, releasing his aura to the fullest: “Death seeking brat! Even if you’re a Black Warrior Institute’s inner disciple, crippling our Young Lord’s Qi Sea is a sin punishable by death!” Both of Gu Yun’s palms was ember red like burning steel rods.

  “Burning Fire Palm!” Gu Yun’s palm struck out at Huwang Xiao. Before the actual palm arrived, alarming waves of heat swept out at the crowd watching on the sides, who felt as if they had fallen into a high temperature stove.

  Everyone swiftly retreated like the tides toward safety.

  When Gu Yun felt his palm strike Huwang Xiao’s torso, a brutal light glinted in his eyes as he shouted: “Go die!”

  “Big brother!” Huwang Xiaohai and Huwang Min cried out in worry.

  Huwang Xiao remained standing, his feet firmly on the ground. Looking at Gu Yun’s palm sticking to his chest, a sneer appeared on Huwang Xiao’s face, “It seems like your Burning Fire Palm is lacking in heat.”

  The crowd was dumbfounded watching this scene.

  “You!” Gu Yun was wide-eyed with shock looking at Huwang Xiao.

  ‘How could this be!’ This was his first thought. He was a peak early Fourth Order master, how could an insignificant Black Warrior Institute inner disciple be fine after taking a head-on hit from his Burning Fire Palm?!

  While these thoughts were racing through Gu Yun’s head, a frightening energy rushed out from Huwang Xiao’s body.

  Gu Yun’s hands quivered as he was repelled, tumbling back in the air without the slightest resistance.

  “Kill him!” Jiang Wei’en climbed up from the street floor, yelling madly toward the several Jiang Family guards at his side as he pointed at Huwang Xiao: “I’ll bear all the consequences!”

  Without another word, those Jiang Family guards pounced on Huwang Xiao in attack.

  However, before these Jiang Family guards’ attacks even reached Huwang Xiao, they were sent flying at an even faster speed. It goes without saying, being able to become a Jiang Family’s guard, these guards’ strength wasn’t weak at all, but then again, the strongest among them was only a Fourth Order God Realm. Even though they won in numbers, to Huwang Xiao, it made no difference whether it was one person or ten people.

  At Huwang Xiao’s current strength, he didn’t need to soul transform nor use the Godly Xumi Art, he could easily defeat these Jiang Family guards.

  Watching Huwang Xiao knocking off all his guards like nothing, Jiang Wei’en felt as if a bucket of ice water doused over him from head to toe, extinguishing his hatred and killing intent.

  At this moment, he finally understood that the strength of this Black Warrior Institute inner disciple in front of him had far exceeded his estimation.

  Having settled the Jiang Family guards, Huwang Xiao gradually approached Jiang Wei’en.

  “You, y-you, what you want to do?!” Jiang Wei’en staggered frightfully.

  “Since your Qi Sea is crippled, next are the meridians.” Huwang Xiao answered without a change in his expression.

  “No!” Jiang Wei’en shouted loudly.

  The Mulberry Sword appeared in Huwang Xiao’s hand. With a single flick, he cut all the meridians in Jiang Wei’en’s body.

  “My Jiang Family will not spare you!” Jiang Wei’en screamed shrilly, his voice piercing, “You won’t be able to run away, everyone that has any relation with you, they won’t be able to escape. There will never be a place in the Black Tortoise Galaxy that will accept you, you will die tragically, tragically!”

  “Is that so?” Huwang Xiao’s expression gradually grew icy, the Mulberry Sword in his hand chopped down, cleanly cutting off Jiang Wei’en’s left arm at the shoulder.

  “In that case, I’ll kill you first.” Huwang Xiao stated in a casual manner.

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  When he heard Huwang Xiao say that he would first kill him, Jiang Wei’en’s deranged shouting about Huwang Xiao’s impending tragic death halted abruptly as his pupils dilated in fear, his remaining arm clutched at his left shoulder. Jiang Wei’en was trembling: “Don’t!”

  Huwang Xiao raised his Mulberry Sword, a gentle tilt and Jiang Wei’en’s right arm fell to the ground from his shoulder.

  “I’ll make sure you die tragically, horribly.” Huwang Xiao spoke softly as if he was speaking of an inconsequential matter. The Mulberry Sword in his hand glinted again as it sliced off one of Jiang Wei’en’s legs.

  The people spectating were stupefied, perturbed, and lastly, resigned to shaking their heads.

  A mere Black Warrior Institute inner disciple actually dared to kill a direct lineage grandson of the Jiang Family’s Patriarch?!

  They could already foresee the tragic ending that this Black Warrior Institute inner disciple would suffer when the Jiang Family masters arrived, there was no way the institute would offend the Jiang Family for just one inner disciple.

  Changzhi City’s Castellan, Jiang Yongheng, was currently seated in the Castellan Manor’s main hall, accompanying the Wang Family’s Grand Elder, Wang Jingyuan, when a manor guard dashed inside in panic, “Lord Castellan, Young Master Jiang Wei’en’s Qi Sea has been crippled by someone in Changzhi City!”

  “What?!” Jiang Yongheng’s face was stretched taut, jumping to his feet, he was already barraging: “Who is that person?”

  The Wang Family’s Grand Elder Wang Jingyuan was just as nonplussed by the mishap, what kind of person was so bold, daring to cripple Jiang Wei’en, a Jiang Family’s core disciple’s Qi Sea?

  “It is a Black Warrior Institute’s inner disciple.” The guard replied in a tense voice, “Not only did he cripple Young Master Jiang Wei’en’s Qi Sea, he, he even cut off all of Young Master Jiang Wei’en’s meridians.”

  Killing intent erupted from Jiang Yongheng’s body, “What bold dog’s guts! A little Black Warrior Institute inner disciple actually disregarded the Cloudsea Mainland’s ironclad law, ignoring Changzhi City’s rules, daring to cripple my Jiang Family core disciple’s Qi Sea and meridians! Damn him to hell!” With that said, he made brief work excusing himself from the Wang Family’s Grand Elder Wang Jingyuan, storming out of the main hall to lead a group of Castellan Manor’s masters over to the Riding Wind Carrier Workshop at the fastest speed.

  This matter had roused Grand Elder Wang Jingyuan’s curiosity, hence he followed from the back, heading toward the Riding Wind Carrier Workshop. He had a vague feeling that the matter wasn’t as simple as it seemed.

  In front of the Riding Wind Carrier Workshop, Huwang Xiao looked without any ripple of emotion at Jiang Wei’en, who had lost all four limbs. A murderous gleam flickered in his eyes as the Mulberry Sword in his hand was preparing to swing down.

  “Stop!” At this point, an angry roar thundered from the horizon, rumbling mightily in the air.

  However, the action of Huwang Xiao’s Mulberry Sword did not hesitate, sending a string of blood pearls to the air. Jiang Wei’en’s head flew out at an arch before falling on the street. The people standing there jumped back shrieking in avoidance.

  Jiang Yongheng descended on the street moments later, staring dazedly at his nephew’s head rolling on the ground. He then turned around, his bloodshot eyes glaring viciously at Huwang Xiao, spitting out each syllable through gritted teeth, “Today, no one can save you, no matter who, no one!!” The last few of his words sounded hoarse and strained as if the last shred of his sanity was melted away.

  Never had he imagined that after personally commanding the other to stop, this bastard Black Warrior Institute inner disciple still dared to swing his sword, killing his nephew.

  Jiang Wei’en, how many resources had the family spent to nurture this core disciple! He was actually killed inside the walls of Changzhi City, his territory, in broad daylight!

  This was shame!

  The greatest humiliation of his life!

  By this time, Grand Elder Wang Jingyuan and the rest of the Castellan Manor guards finally arrived. All of t
hem gasped inwardly seeing Jiang Wei’en’s head lying on the street.

  Dead?!

  Jiang Yongheng slowly approached Huwang Xiao, the momentum surging from his body grew increasingly overwhelming.

  As Changzhi City’s Castellan, one of Jiang Family’s Grand Elders, Jiang Yongheng was undoubtedly no weakling—a Tenth Order God Realm. T

  Although he was only an early Tenth Order God Realm, he was stronger than any average mid-Tenth Order God Realm.

  The crowd once again retreated away in fear.

  “DIE—!” Jiang Yongheng’s fist punched out at Huwang Xiao, bearing intense killing intent. Wherever his fist passed, space warped and shattered inch by inch.

  Watching as the force of his fist was about to hit Huwang Xiao, turning him and those behind him into a sea of blood mist, suddenly, from afar, a sharp sword light pierced through the air.

  The whole group of Changzhi City’s masters seemed to hear the faint roar of a dragon accompanying that sharp sword light.

  The piercing sword light shattered Jiang Yongheng’s fist force in the most tyrannical way, completely cutting off its connection from the space Huwang Xiao was standing.

  Obviously, Huwang Xiao was standing right in front, yet his attack couldn't even move the edges of Huwang Xiao’s robe, whereas Jiang Yongheng himself staggered backward several steps.

  The people on the street paled; such terrifying sword qi! It actually pushed back an early Tenth Order God Realm Jiang Yongheng!

  “Who?! Roll out here for me!” Jiang Yongheng bellowed. There was actually someone who dared to obstruct him from killing this Black Warrior Institute’s inner disciple!

  “Roll out here? Castellan Jiang is so imposing, mouthing words with such a big tone.” A languid voice sounded, and in the next moment, a bright glow flickered in the air as a figure appeared in front of everyone.

  Jiang Yongheng’s rage turned into shock when he saw the person’s face, a deep frown appearing on his forehead: “Liu Yun.”