Not related to a Great Emperor, and still this arrogant and overbearing? Hua Xing's expression turned cold in an instant.
While the two were talking, Yang Kai was scolding Lin Yun'er: "We agreed to ambush him together. Why did you attack so soon?"
Lin Yun'er scratched her head: "I forgot."
Yang Kai sighed: "Well, that's just great. You've alerted the prey. Taking him down won't be so simple now."
"So what do we do?" Lin Yun'er gazed at Yang Kai with a somewhat innocent expression. She had exchanged a few moves with Hua Xing just now and had already sensed how troublesome this fellow was. Ever since arriving in the Star Boundary, she had been by her master's side in secluded cultivation, never having truly fought anyone.
It wasn't until this time running away from home that she discovered people outside didn't seem to handle being hit very well — often she'd just kill them with a few punches and kicks. She had assumed everyone was like that.
Hua Xing's performance had broadened her horizons. She now knew there were genuine powerhouses in this world.
"What else can we do? We just have to power through." Yang Kai shrugged.
Lin Yun'er caught on immediately, nodding her little head: "I see. Then we'll beat him to death together later."
She said it as if it were the most natural thing in the world, as though they had absolute certainty of victory.
Hua Xing's nose nearly twisted sideways from fury the moment he heard that. "You brats are insolent! I had no intention of stooping to your level, but you just had to walk right into the trap — fine, fine, fine! Today, this place shall be your burial ground!"
Since these two had nothing to do with a Great Emperor, his courage immediately swelled, and he felt he had been far too cautious. Young people were always hot-blooded and reckless — wasn't he the same in his youth? Back then, he had been like a newborn calf unafraid of tigers, charging forward regardless of how many thorns lay ahead, pressing on with sharp ambition. But now that he was old, he had become hesitant and overcautious. Not every young person had a powerful background behind them.
He secretly steeled his resolve — today he would teach these two juniors a lesson they would never forget.
Gritting his teeth, he looked at Li Jiao and said: "Brother Li, if you leave now, we can still be friends."
He wasn't afraid of the two juniors — what he feared was Li Jiao. That fellow had the bloodline of the Dragon Clan, after all, and was somewhat stronger than him.
"Is this how you treat your friends? By dragging them into your mess?" Li Jiao shot back curtly, his voice full of resentment.
Hua Xing sighed: "In that case, there's nothing more for me to say." He raised both hands and bellowed: "Kill!"
The moment the word left his lips, he struck first. The great azure ruler once again conjured a sky full of ruler shadows that crashed down toward Yang Kai and the other two. At the same time, the martial artists of Feng Yun Pavilion all attacked in unison — Artifacts streaked through the air, secret techniques blazed with radiant light, and in an instant the trio was engulfed.
"Palace Master Yang, I'll hold this old bastard off — you take care of these cannon fodder and then come help me!" Li Jiao roared, reaching out and grasping the void. An ancient scroll immediately materialized in his hand. It unfurled rapidly, and streaks of mysterious light shot out, guarding every direction in an impenetrable defense.
With a thunderous rumble, every single attack was blocked by Li Jiao. His figure blurred as he lunged toward Hua Xing.
Hua Xing bellowed in fury: "Old dog Li, have you no shame!"
He was about to go mad with rage. When Li Jiao had come to Feng Yun Pavilion a few days ago, he had treated him with full courtesy — not only serving him fine food and wine, but even providing him with beautiful women for his pleasure. He never could have imagined that Li Jiao would turn around and betray him the moment he stepped out the door.
Hatred seethed within him, and he immediately engaged Li Jiao in combat. Two Third-Order Emperor Realm cultivators fought with desperate ferocity, their battle instantly becoming earth-shattering and soul-rending, tearing apart the void and sending tremors through the spiritual energy.
Once the two clashed, the martial artists of Feng Yun Pavilion certainly didn't stand idle. Relying on their overwhelming numbers, they unleashed a sky-covering barrage of attacks at Yang Kai and Lin Yun'er.
The effect was negligible.
Most of these martialists were merely at the Dao Origin Realm — how could they possibly be a match for Yang Kai and Lin Yun'er?
When the attacks came hurtling in, the two swayed left and right, vanishing from their spots in an instant and letting every strike hit nothing but empty air.
Then came the screams, one after another. Feng Yun Pavilion martialists burst into mists of blood, one by one.
In the span of a mere ten breaths, over forty people had perished on the spot. The remaining fighters turned deathly pale, their eyes overflowing with horror and panic.
They had assumed that even if Yang Kai and Lin Yun'er were at the Emperor Realm, they couldn't be that strong — after all, their auras didn't seem that overwhelming. But the moment they clashed, they realized they had been catastrophically wrong. These two were like humanoid meat grinders, leaving no one capable of withstanding even a single exchange wherever they went. Their own fellow disciples were falling like harvested wheat.
How could they possibly keep fighting? The surviving martialists had no courage left to face the two — all they wanted was to flee as far as possible.
It was at that moment that a series of sharp whooshing sounds cut through the air, approaching rapidly from the distance.
The Feng Yun Pavilion disciples caught sight of the newcomers and were immediately overjoyed: "The Grand Elder is here!"
"And the other Elders too!"
"And our senior brothers and sisters!"
"Elders, save us!"
Shouts erupted in a cacophony as they gazed toward the Feng Yun Pavilion Grand Elder hurtling toward them — like drowning men grasping at a lifeline.
Feng Yun Pavilion was one of the Western Region's top Sects. Within its ranks, aside from Hua Xing, a Third-Order Emperor Realm cultivator, there were also two Second-Order Emperor Realm cultivators and nearly ten First-Order Emperor Realm cultivators. Such a foundation could not be called anything less than formidable.
The two Second-Order Emperor Realm cultivators held the positions of Grand Elder and Second Elder. Unfortunately, the Second Elder had been killed previously in Changyun City, costing Feng Yun Pavilion one of its key fighters.
The Grand Elder and the others had clearly received Hua Xing's transmission and had brought a force to their aid.