Chapter 185 Xianyong Sec

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"Xian'er!" Ice-cold air instantly wrapped itself around Xiao Chen. Earlier, he couldn't detect any breath at all. Who managed to kidnap Xian'er so quietly and smoothly? He immediately thought of that mysterious person who had previously kidnapped Xian'er.

Currently, Murong Xian'er's breath had yet to dissipate. He shattered the window overlooking the west with his palm and unleashed Phoenix's Wings to chase after the kidnapper.

The Phoenix's Wings were about three meters long and looked as if they were lit up with raging flames. It was particularly conspicuous in the night sky. Residents who had yet to drift off to dreamland were stupefied after catching sight of this a blurry flame whizzing through the sky.

"Oh God! What's that, a person? I must be seeing things!"

The massive Xianyong City was divided into several districts. Following Murong Xian'er's breath, Xiao Chen flew westward for nearly 50 kilometers and arrived in the halfway point of a mountain. There seemed to be a certain sect located atop the mountain. He could feel the waves of fundamental energy coming from a Barrier and cleaved it with a palm attack. Then, he began climbing the stairs.

His actions drew the attention of quite a few people, at least 30 or 40 of them. They all rushed over with a torch in hand.

"Who dares to trespass into Xianyong Sect!"

Xiao Chen looked grave and stern. "I don't care who you people are. Return Xian'er to me immediately!" He was certain of what he sensed. This was where Murong Xian'er's breath had disappeared.

Everyone could tell how furious and decisive he was. Some of the disciples even recognized him from the day. One asked gently, "Brother Xiao, did you made a mistake? Why would your sister be here?"

Another disciple who had not met him said icily, "Don't bother being so polite! How could a stranger trespass into our thousand-year-old Xianyong Sect as he pleases? Seize him!"

Following his order, more than 10 Xianyong Sect disciples immediately arranged themselves into a sword formation that entrapped Xiao Chen. Under the bright moon, the subsequent sword radiance flickered and dazzled like silver serpents. The disciple who spoke to Xiao Chen earlier said, "Senior Brother, this must be a misunderstanding. You can't..."

The disciple with an ice-cold expression interrupted him and yelled, "Seize him!" Everyone charged toward Xiao Chen at the same time.

"Very well!" Xiao Chen retorted, looking grim. The True Energy inside him jolted, prompting gale to rise all around him. The wind was so fierce that the disciples couldn't quite stand upright.

"If you don't hand her over tonight, don't blame me for what I'll do!"

Naturally, the Xianyong Sect disciples who were attacking him paid him no mind. Seeing that he had fairly decent cultivation, they cast spells one after another, conjuring more than 10 swords in the sky. The swords danced midair before flying toward him.

"Hmph!" Xiao Chen flicked his sleeves and started moving his hands around. The air around him immediately gathered to form a whirlpool of space. The swords entered the core of the whirlpool and started swirling around him. This shocked everyone. This was him displaying his top-notch psychokinesis skill.

Following a series of clanging and slamming noises, the swords were either bent or folded. Either way, all of them ended up falling to the ground. The expression of the ice-cold disciple turned unpleasant. He bellowed and thrust his sword at Xiao Chen's midbrows at a lightning-fast speed.

However, the three-inch-long cold radiance like that of a serpent that coated the tip of the sword appeared unsteady. Xiao Chen put his fingers together and caught the sword with a clanging sound. Then, he swiftly landed three palm attacks on the disciple's chest. The disciple groaned, unable to withstand the might of the attacks, and was sent flying.

The others watched Xiao Chen climbed a couple more steps with his fierce murderous aura. Thinking that he was here to kill, they stepped forward to try and stop him. No one stopped to wonder if they would still be alive now if Xiao Chen truly wanted their lives.

Seeing the disciples obstruct his way, Xiao Chen said icily, "Get out of the way!" He launched a palm attack at a disciple in front of him, sending him flying. He was still sane, though furious.

The disciples could tell that they wouldn't be able to stop him. Two or three of them began casting spells and slashing at the air, instantly prompting a white radiance to fly to the top of the mountain. Xiao Chen flicked his sleeves coolly. With a ferocious expression, he climbed the stairs in large strides.

The disciples could only follow after or beside him. No one dared to go up to stop him. When he was about to reach the mountain gate square, a sword radiance crashed to the ground out of the blue and transformed into an elegant young man in a white robe. The disciples respectfully greeted him. "First Brother!"

Seeing the anger on Xiao Chen's face, the white-robed young man stepped forward and said, "I'm Qin Shaoyang. How should I address you, friend?"

Xiao Chen replied placidly, "Surname Xiao, sole name of Chen." His name had been spread far and wide after the battle during the day. The disciples were astonished to find out that he was that God of Killing from the East Continent. Many of them couldn't help gasping.

Qin Shaoyang saluted him with a smile. "I have long heard of your name, friend. It's my honor to meet you today, please allow me to show you courtesy," he said, "Why have you come to the Xianyong Sect tonight?"

Xiao Chen sneered. "You know very well what you've done. Hand her over now!"

Right then, a male disciple walked up to Qin Shaoyang and whispered into his ear. Qin Shaoyang nodded and then smiled at Xiao Chen. "Our disciples are forbidden from leaving the mountain at night for personal affairs. You believe we kidnapped your friend but surely, that's a misunderstanding."

Xiao Chen's Divine Sense was ten times sharper than ordinary people's. He was sure that Xian'er's breath vanished somewhere around here. He raised his head and laughed heartily. "Your sect preaches the ways of the Orthodox Path, yet hides such a corrupted side!"

His words angered many of the disciples. Feeling confident now that their First Brother was here to back them up, they started retorting one after another. "How brazen, you madman! Stop babbling nonsense here! Our sect won't tolerate your impudence!" They moved forward with the intention of seizing him.

Before long, more than a dozen disciples gathered at the square. Xiao Chen laughed haughtily. Earlier, he had been grateful that the disciples of this sect spoke up for him during the day. However, Murong Xian'er was his one taboo. He flicked his sleeves, dispersing a majestic and boundless momentum.

"Fine! Let's see who can stop me tonight!" He stomped on the ground, sending a quake rippling through the ground. His 12 Spiritual Meridians turned into True Qi and formed into 12 faintly discernible white radiances outside his body.

The disciples exchanged looks of dismay before turning to look at Qin Shaoyang. Qin Shaoyang moved and reappeared in front of Xiao Chen. He smiled. "Up ahead is where the elders of this sect rest. Please halt, Brother Xiao." His cultivation was in the Core Forming Realm, which imbued his words with a great and invisible force.

Xiao Chen replied icily, "I told you, I won't stay here as long as you hand her over!"

"You insist that we kidnapped your friend! Do you have proof?!"

"If we really took your friend, I'll cut my head off and give it to you!"

In an instant, the chiding voices came like a torrent of water. Xiao Chen cracked the bones in his hands. Where would he find such proof? But he was sure that Xian'er was brought here!

"Very well! Excuse my rudeness then!" He unleashed his Immortal-override Steps and moved past Qin Shaoyang like a phantom. He then charged toward one of the main halls.