Translator: 549690339
“If you don’t want to die, just do as I say!”
Zhen Qiankun growled in a low voice, his face fierce and intimidating. These geniuses truly couldn’t read the room, but no matter what, they were Central Province’s top talents and the future backbone of the frontier armies. They are also the future pillars of the major families, so there must not be any loss here.”
“Saint Heir, you!”
“I never thought you would be such a weak person. I’m very disappointed in you!”
The prodigies weren’t buying it, completely indifferent to Zhen Qiankun’s words, believing that the other party was merely employing scare tactics. Just Li Xiaobai, a mere youthful genius, how much stronger could he be compared to them? They were prodigies themselves, and any gap between them couldn’t be that vast. Moreover, with the numerical advantage on their side, it seemed to them that Li Xiaobai was just waiting to be subdued!
They truly couldn’t comprehend Zhen Qiankun’s behavior.
Zhen Qiankun was exasperated, good intentions treated as trivial, and turned to Li Xiaobai, saying, “Brother Li, these young ones are impetuous and ignorant. I hope you won’t hold it against them. Just take the Space Ring, as they will be the mainstay of the frontier forces in the future, and it’s not good to lose them here.”
“I understand, Saint Heir, don’t worry. I have never taken these youngsters seriously, and won’t cause them undue difficulty. I’m not so petty as to quarrel with geniuses.”
Li Xiaobai said indifferently, his defensive power was about to break through to the next stage, almost allowing him to sit on an equal footing with the Three Sects’ Sect Masters and the old Buddha of the Western Desert. These so-called prodigies were no longer his match.
His own journey was the Universe!
“You little rascal, what did you say?”
“What nerve, to be so brazen in front of us. But in the Cultivation World, it’s not enough to merely have courage. Without sufficient power to back it up, too much jumping around can lead to death!”
“Today, I shall teach you how to be a man!”
Several prodigies were furious, Spiritual Power raging through their bodies, their eyes filled with murderous intent, and a dangerous aura permeated the place, instantly turning the atmosphere deathly still.
Zhen Qiankun understood that no words would be of use now, but fortunately, Li Xiaobai hadn’t lost his temper. It probably wouldn’t lead to a massacre to give these prodigies a lesson, and let them understand the gap between themselves and him, so they wouldn’t strut around thinking they’re unbeatable wherever they go.
“Ki ki, boy, I can’t hold on much longer!”
“When will this be over!”
Ji Wuqing poked his head out from Li Xiaobai’s chest, struggling to contain himself any longer. The pressure from the several prodigies almost made him lose control and unleash his power, which irked him greatly.
“It’ll be over soon, just hang in there a bit longer.”
Li Xiaobai said, flipping his wrist as a Longsword appeared in his hand. He was quite concerned Ji Wuqing might release whatever was inside him onto him.
“You want to make a move? Very well, I’ve long heard of Demon Sword Li Xiaobai’s fame, and I’ll take this opportunity to learn from you today!”
The youth in white laughed, gently waving a feather fan. With one step forward, an invisible might swept toward Li Xiaobai instantly. This was a clash between prodigies, a collision of force before the fight to verify the firmness of each other’s Dao hearts.
Unfortunately for the white-clothed youth, he encountered Li Xiaobai, a player who never played by the rules.
Li Xiaobai didn’t even feel the probe by the youth in white. The so-called might of the prodigies couldn’t even stir up a splash against his defensive power.
After waiting for a moment and seeing no sign of attack from the other party, Li Xiaobai said somewhat puzzled, “Weren’t you going to ask for a lesson? Why aren’t you moving?”
The pupils of the youth in white suddenly constricted. His might had no effect on the other party, and the expressions of the other prodigies around him turned serious. The overwhelming force of the youth in white had been fought for, never defeated in challenging his peers, which had infused him with solid confidence, beginning to amass an invincible aura.
This aura, even they had to treat seriously, otherwise, the slightest carelessness could harm their own confidence and affect their momentum. But this Li Xiaobai didn’t seem to be perturbed at all; he even spoke with ease, no different from usual.
His relaxed demeanor made them realize that this man was not simple, that he was more than just a smooth talker.
“Indeed, you do have some skill, I acknowledge that!”
The veins on the young man’s hands bulged, and his fan crushed into powder in an instant. His figure flickered, and he appeared in front of Li Xiaobai, slashing at Li Xiaobai’s crown with a palm.
The intense pressure of the palm came forth, and his somewhat slender fingers reached for Li Xiaobai’s head. The Spiritual Power Vortex visible to the naked eye swirled in the palm of his hand, ruthlessly imprinting itself on the crown, with a series of sonic boom noises ringing out, and a hint of mockery at the corner of the young man’s mouth.
“I originally thought you were a genius, but it turns out you’re just an arrogant fool, foolish enough to withstand my Cultivation Technique with your body. The Heavenly Gang Palm can spiral and shatter a person’s internal organs directly; even those with Spiritual Power protecting their bodies would be gravely injured, yet you chose to take it with your head, which is simply idiotic!”
“It seems that the much-talked-about Li Xiaobai is not much to speak of after all; fame doesn’t represent everything.”
Feeling the vibrations and pressure against his forehead, Li Xiaobai remained unmoved.
[Attribute Points +2000…]
[Attribute Points +2000…]
Confirming the Attribute Points indeed showed he was a genius; an ordinary palm strike could yield so many Attribute Points, not bad at all.
He raised his hand and scratched his head where he had just been hit—it felt a bit itchy.
Looking up at the young man in white whose expression had turned to astonishment, with their eyes meeting, Li Xiaobai grinned and said, “Hehe, brother, your palm technique isn’t bad, you must have put in a lot of hard work. Unfortunately, it’s quite useless.”
The scene nearly made the young man’s eyes bulge out of his sockets as he swiftly retreated, his face full of horror.
“How is this possible? My cultivation is at the Transcendance Tribulation Stage, and my body has been tempered through special means; how could you not be even slightly injured!”
“You must have used some kind of treasure!”
The young man in white shrieked, confusion and terror taking over his heart.
The other prodigies, watching Li Xiaobai who seemed as if nothing had happened, grew more solemn. Recalling the actions of the Saint Heir just before, it seemed they understood something.
Perhaps the Saint Heir was right, that their strength was far from as simple as they had imagined?
It was then that they saw the figure before them raise the longsword high, and then slash it down fiercely.
Zhen Qiankun closed his eyes with a complex expression, knowing the moment had finally come. Sword Imprisonment, Demon’s Wicked Sword, no one among the younger generation could avoid this move; it was simply an unsolvable technique.
Hundred Percent Barehanded Blade Catch!
In an instant, the prodigies’ bodies moved forward involuntarily, their knees hitting the ground, their hands rising high as if in worship.
“What’s going on?”
“Why am I kneeling?”
“Sword Imprisonment, Demon’s Wicked Sword—it’s true as the rumors say, with my level of cultivation, even I can be controlled?”