C62

Chapter 62 - Repatriation of the Three Forces (1)

Ignoring Han Yan's angry roar, Xia Xuan still walked towards him step by step. In the end, when Xia Xuan was only a few meters away from Han Yan, he reacted out of instinct and fiercely swung a large group of spiritual energy at Xia Xuan.

As the distance was too close, Xia Xuan was not able to react in time. A large group of spiritual energy struck his body, and directly caused him to almost collapse. Although Han Yan's strike was extremely powerful, Xia Xuan still clenched his teeth, and strove to prevent himself from collapsing. The terrifying spiritual energy erupted with a face full of malice, increasing the fear in Han Yan's heart.

Looking at Xia Xuan's fearsome face, Han Yan's fear reached its peak. Right now, all he wanted to do was to run, to run as fast as he could. The one in front of him was not a human, but a devil, the most evil killing demon.

As soon as Han Yan turned around, a pike hit him on the back and sent him flying.

Before Han Yan could even stabilize his body, Xia Xuan had already arrived at the place where Han Yan was about to land. Using the pike in his hand as a stick, he ruthlessly waved towards the black smoke, directly knocking it dozens of meters high. The pike smashed onto his body, and like a meteor, it instantly smashed into the army, causing smoke and dust to rise all over the place.

Countless frightened eyes looked at Xia Xuan. Han Yan was a Grade Five Mysterious Sect, but in Xia Xuan's hands, he had no power to fight back.

The smoke and dust dispersed, and a gigantic pit with a diameter of fifty meters was forcefully smashed out. At this time, Han Yan struggled to stand up from the pit with great difficulty, and stared at Xia Xuan with a pair of venomous eyes.

"AHH!".

"I'm dying to struggle." Xia Xuan was not surprised at Han Yan's retaliation. When a person was threatened by a life or death threat, no matter how strong the opponent was, they would fight with all their might. If they could not even struggle in death, then the Monarch that Han Yan had spent so many years with was useless.

Blood flowed out of his hand and dyed the flamethrower's blood red. Xia Xuan then flung the flamethrower out, and the spear left his hand, transforming into a blood colored dragon flame. The blood colored dragon flame circled above the tornado, and its claws tore at the tornado, causing it to explode upon contact.

At this time, Han Yan was staring at Xia Xuan with a pair of venomous eyes, his face had a sinister look, as if he no longer had the image of a Monarch.

The dragon flame tore open a hole. Just as the cold smoke was about to throw out the spiritual energy in his hand, at this moment, a silver needle pierced into his brain. Immediately, his movements were frozen.

This was the first time Xia Xuan used it since he received the Soulshake Needle, and its power was comparable to a level nine martial art. Because it had some damage to his own soul, Xia Xuan had always used it as a trump card, but seeing Han Yan's reaction, the Soulshake Needle could turn the opponent into a fool and not scare people.

As the black smoke stopped moving, the spiritual energy tornado immediately dissipated and Jiao Yan once again transformed into the flamethrower, returning back into Xia Xuan's hands.

"Ahaha." Han Yan suddenly held his head, the binocular was staring at him with its light bulb sized eyes, kneeling on the ground, it laughed out loud, the first generation Monarch was beaten crazy.

"Hai." Xia Xuan sighed and couldn't help but shake his head. He didn't like war, but if someone insisted on starting a war, he, as a Deicide, would never be merciful.

At this time, Wang Hao had already arrived in front of Xiao Lin, a pair of fists ruthlessly smashing towards him. Xiao Lin was after all, a fifth-grade Xuanzun, so it was impossible for him to not even have the time to retaliate against Wang Hao's attacks. Just then, countless vine s burst out, and wrapped around Xiao Lin's hand, causing his entire hand to be unable to move.

Seeing that Wang Hao was about to attack him, Xiao Lin was anxious, he raised his other hand and was about to welcome him, but Mo Youxue who had transformed into the leopard girl suddenly dodged, her sharp leopard claws cut across the joints of her muscles, and her arm could not help but droop down.