C927 Excessive

Seeing that Wu Hui had indeed trapped the Demon Lord and Fang Shiming, a look of shock and gratitude surfaced on Huang Long's face. Huang Long did not say any words of thanks, and deeply remembered this kindness in his heart, he could see that the method Wu Hui had used was at the cost of this body. Although Wu Hui would not die, if his clone disappeared, then his journey to Martial Qi Continent would be in vain.

"prehistoric power!"

Huang Long turned towards the Demon Lord and Fang Shiming, endless killing intent emanating from his eyes. An extremely powerful aura surged out from his body, converging above the two of them, and formed the image of a prehistoric continent.

"Sky Shattering Strike!"

Huang Long shouted loudly as his fist struck towards the Demon Lord and Fang Shiming. The entire prehistoric continent instantly transformed into a huge fist, with the force of a mountain or a storm, causing the entire space to tremble as it smashed towards the two.

Boom!

With a loud noise, the fist shadows disappeared, and the figures of the Demon Lord and Fang Shiming also disappeared.

"Wu Hui, thank you." Huang Long's eyes revealed complicated emotions. He had forgiven his father, but his father had self-destructed in order to save him, assimilate the primordial flames into his body, and Wu Hui had not hesitated to use up his clone to help him. These people were all extremely important to him.

Huang Long raised his head and looked in the direction of the Endless Void Sea, deep in thought, "I'm afraid that Wu Hui himself could already sense that his clone had fallen. He will definitely reform his clone again and rush to the Endless Void Sea. Huang Long made a decision in his heart, and was about to fly towards the Endless Void Sea.

"Huang Long..."

Suddenly, a low voice sounded beside Huang Long's ears, causing him to turn pale from shock.

"Wu Hui?"

Huang Long's Spiritual Sense anxiously swept the surroundings, his eyes had a trace of shock, he could hear that the voice was Wu Hui's, but how could it be possible? Previously, when Wu Hui used his divine ability, he decomposed his own body and turned his body into an illusion, the illusion disappeared, and Wu Hui's clone should have also perished, but now, why did he make such a sound?

At his level of cultivation, it was already impossible for him to hear illusions. He was sure that it was Wu Hui's voice just now, but he could only hear the voice and not see him.

"Huang Long..."

At this moment, the low voice resounded once more.

Huang Long's expression changed, with a flip of his wrist, he took out the object Wu Hui had given him. This was a small ball of energy, only the size of a thumb, like a stream of fire from nothingness. Previously, because of the matter of his father's death, Huang Long did not pay too much attention to this ball of energy, but at this moment, Huang Long surprisingly discovered that Wu Hui's voice came out from this ball of energy.

"Wu Hui, your clone did not die?" Huang Long's face froze for a moment, and revealed a look of joy. Since Wu Hui's voice came from inside, there must definitely be some Spiritual Sense inside, Huang Long never thought that Wu Hui had such a backup.

"I guess so, but my clone's External Strength s have all been used up, and only a trace of the Void Spiritual Sense is left." Wu Hui's voice slowly became clearer.

"Just a sliver of Spiritual Sense?" Huang Long's originally joyous expression dimmed a little. Although Huang Long knew that the Spiritual Sense could transform into a human form, it would still take a long time.

"Wu Hui, what should we do now? Is your main body about to transform into a clone again? " Huang Long originally planned to head to the Endless Void Sea to wait. Since Wu Hui still had the Spiritual Sense, Huang Long would naturally listen to his arrangements.

"My main body needs at least a month to transform into a clone, and then rush over. Right now, I will use this Spiritual Sense to condense a temporary clone and inspect the Endless Void Sea." "Wu Hui, this is the closest to your Man Huang Continent. I need to borrow the power of the earth from the continent."

"This... "Fine!" Now that Huang Tianman had fallen, Huang Long had forgiven his father. Huang Long also did not continue to be stubborn about the past, and decided to enter the Man Huang Continent, and this was mainly to allow Wu Hui to form a clone.

Huang Long's figure turned into a streak of light and headed in the direction he came from.

Martial Qi Continent, North Prefecture, Xue Clan Station.

Most of them were dressed in white, and were the young disciples of the Xue Clan, along with a few older people. They stood at the front of the crowd with extremely profound Qi, and the group who were watching the fight on the stage all had ugly expressions on their faces.

The two people in the arena were both dressed in white. One of them looked to be around fifteen or sixteen, but he was extremely tall. His bronze colored skin had a faint luster, and he looked very powerful.

The other person was several times shorter than him. He looked like a two or three year old doll.

The child's tender and pink face was childish, yet his large eyes were filled with excitement. He cried out with Yiyayiya from his mouth, making the tall youth's face flush red.

The tall young man stared straight at the child as his anger surged. There were small footprints on the young man's body and there was a red handprint on the side of his face.

"Tian Xue's Divine Fist!" At this time, the tall youth gave a loud roar. His figure flashed and arrived in front of the child. He threw a punch and a huge, illusionary white shadow of a fist landed on the head of the child without mercy.

"Alright!" Seeing how the tall youth also threw out his punch, cheers broke out from below the stage. The few elders standing in front of the crowd had a slightly better expression on their faces.

"Bam!" Just as everyone was cheering, a loud sound rang out. The tall youth's figure flew out and landed on the ground below the arena. He fell to the ground and was bitten by a pig. Another small footprint appeared on his chest.

When the crowd saw this, the corners of their eyes twitched, and then they became angry.

"Isn't this bullying? Don't forget that his cultivation is already at Two-star Martial Master, and Xue Meng is only an 8-star warrior.

"They said that they could only compete when they were under fifteen years old. Apart from those under fifteen, don't forget, who else could reach the Martial Master realm?"

"Don't forget to beat up all the young geniuses under the age of fifteen in the clan. Could it be that no one in Xue Clan can suppress his arrogance? "This is so infuriating."

The faces of the elders in front of the crowd darkened. Among those youths that had lost, there was one that they were proud of. Currently, their disciples had all been defeated by a child that was not even three years old, causing them to feel depressed.

"Hee hee …" Good! Yi Ya is the best! " Just then, a voice that sounded like silver bells rang out. Don't forget that there was an additional white-clothed woman beside him.

The woman looked to be in her twenties. She was slender and had a beautiful face. Her whole body was exuding an aura of youth. She looked at the beautiful eyes that were filled with praise and pride.

"Yiyayiya, big sister Xiao Jiu, they're too much!" Don't forget to speak innocently with big round eyes.

As soon as the words left his mouth, the defeated youngsters immediately blushed. He had challenged quite a number of people previously, but now they wished they could find a hole to hide in.

They all bragged about being young geniuses. Although they could reach the level of a martial artist before the age of fifteen, they could only feel inferior before them.

Don't forget that they are not even three years old yet. Even though they have reached the Martial Master realm, and it is even the Two-star Martial Master, their fighting strength is much stronger than theirs. Facing such a person, they could only feel helpless and speechless.

"Hehe, little Yi Ya finally saw through them. In a few more months, little Yi Ya, let's go challenge the disciples under twenty years of age and let them see how powerful I, Little Yi Ya, am." Xiao Jiu's expression became even happier, as though he had won the previous competition.

"Isn't Miss Xiao Jiu a little too much?" Right at this moment, a black figure appeared in front of Xiao Jiu and forget-me-not.

This person appeared to be in his thirties. He was dressed in black, and his face was firm, as if he was carved with a knife. He was one of the elders in front of the group, and was the only one with a different color.

"Monarch Qian Shan, why is it that Xiao Jiu doesn't understand?" Xiao Jiu looked at the approaching person, his face revealing a look of puzzlement, and asked.

"Don't forget that your cultivation is already at the Martial Master level. Every day, you come to challenge those young warriors. He was still a Supreme Expert of Martial Monarch after all, and now that he was speaking to a junior, the other party actually didn't bother to pay him any heed when they were speaking to him. However, Qian Shan forced herself not to argue with him, but her tone of voice was filled with displeasure.

"Don't forget that he is willing to play like this, naturally, and don't forget that he is so small and cute, yet you say that he is too much. Monarch Qian Shan, the one who is going overboard should be you, right?" Xiao Jiu rubbed his head and said lovingly.

"What did you say?" 's face flushed red, anger rising from his body. He, a dignified Supreme Expert of Martial Monarch, was called over the top by a junior, and this made Qian Shan extremely angry, but he knew that he had to be the grandson of the Xue Clan Saint Xue Tianxing. With his status, it was impossible for him to teach Xue Tianxing a lesson.

"What I'm talking about is naturally not to forget, even though he is already at the Martial Master level, he is still too young after all, so if you did not bring him here every day, do not forget that you would not challenge him. Miss Xiao Jiu, I know that you are close, I do not want to make things difficult for you, I only hope that you can restrain yourself." As Qian Shan's words fell, an Emperor's might surged from his body, enveloping Xiao Jiu.

However, just as this Emperor's might made contact with Xiao Jiu's body, a gentle light appeared from Xiao Jiu's body. That Emperor's might did not have any effect at all.

"Hmm? What kind of treasure is this, to actually be able to resist the Emperor's might of my Six-star Martial Monarch? " Qian Shan's expression froze for a moment, then he reached out his hand to grab at Xiao Jiu's body. He could feel that there was something special about Xiao Jiu's body, and it was precisely this thing that dissolved his Martial Monarch's pressure.

Only, before Qian Shan's palm could come into contact with Xiao Jiu's body, the soft light on his body changed and an azure colored figure appeared from the soft light.