Chapter 631: Killing Spree
Chapter 631: Killing Spree
Xiao Yan watched the ashes that scattered with the wind indifferently, and gently shook the dust off his hands. There was not the slightest ripple in his heart. He knew that Fan Lao already possessed a must kill intent toward him two years ago. Given Xiao Yan’s character, he was most afraid of allowing such a person, who possessed a vicious attitude toward him, to survive in this world. Fan Lao had luckily fled back then. This time around, however, he no longer had such good luck.
“Next should be Han Feng...” The jade-green fire wings on Xiao Yan’s back slowly flapped. His gaze turned toward the northern sky. That place was the territory of the so-called ‘Black Alliance’. That ‘senior’ of his was domineering over that place and leisurely becoming an overlord.
“You have lived quite well during these two years... but, soon...” A dark, dense smile gradually surfaced on Xiao Yan’s face as he recalled the torturous pain he had felt during these two years.
The beautiful jade-green flame flapped slightly behind him. Xiao Yan’s body swiftly moved closer to the ground. In merely a short moment, he was already able to hear the soul-stirring sounds of bloodshed within the stockade.
Xiao Yan’s figure stood in the air, and looked down from a high vantage point and swept over the entire arena. At this moment, an extremely intense battle was occurring all over the stockade. The place with the most intense fight was naturally the two battlegrounds at the middle of the stockade. The main characters there was Lin Yan, Zi Yan, and the other two expert Dou Wangs from the ‘Black Alliance’.
Xiao Yan’s gaze paused on the battleground where the two people were fighting, for a moment, before he turned it away reassured. Although Lin Yan was merely able to be evenly matched with the other Dou Wang, Zi Yan’s battle was basically a one-sided one. This little girl may look cute, but the frightening strength that her little fist carried when it was swung was something that even an expert Dou Wang would not dare to underestimate. If a punch were to make contact, one would at least hurt their muscles and bones even if their arms and legs did not break on the spot. Hence, the expert Dou Wang who was fighting with her could only dodge left and right to avoid Zi Yan’s attack. He was basically in a complete disadvantage. From the looks of the situation, it was likely that he would be completely defeated by Zi Yan’s hand, within a short period of time at that.
Once that expert Dou Wang was defeated, Zi Yan would be able to divert herself to help Lin Yan. Therefore, the battleground on this side already had a forgone conclusion. Xiao Yan no longer needed to worry about it.
Xiao Yan’s gaze turned to the intense battleground that was filled with people outside of the stockade. He knit his brows slightly. This time around, the troops from the ‘Black Alliance’ not only had the numerical advantage, but each and every one of them were quite strong. Even with the strength of Xiao Li’s subordinates, they found it difficult to gain an advantage. Instead, they suffered serious injuries in the couple of collisions where they were outnumbered by their opponents. Although Xiao Li was unstoppable by relying on the strength of a Dou Wang, the unceasing number of people from the ‘Black Alliance’ had caused him to descend into a situation where he was surrounded.
“The members of ‘Pan’s Gate’ actually all arrived...” Xiao Yan’s sweeping gaze suddenly stopped on some human figures in the stockade who were not wearing black clothes. From the looks of these young faces, they were clearly the Inner Academy elites who had followed Xiao Yan out from ‘Pan’s Gate’.
From the looks of the situation in the battleground, it seemed that it was due to the arrival of the people from ‘Pan’s Gate’ that caused the originally somewhat retreating front to stabilize. Despite this, however, both parties had descended into an anxious stalemate.
The large scale killing was just like a meat grinder. Both parties continued gain some injuries and death. The sound of killing and the miserable screams mixed together before soaring to the clouds. One could even vaguely hear it outside of the mountain.