Chapter 381: Beating the Enemy Back

The woman's husband was a fifth-stage King. His name was Xing Sifeng, and he was a member of the Xing Clan’s main family branch. He stabbed his silver sword repeatedly at Xiang Shaoyun, sending numerous wind energies out, and attacked like a storm. This was the true way of attacking with the power of wind—through astonishing speed.

Xiang Shaoyun did not dare to be careless against such an opponent, and he quickly formed his golden defensive barrier with his Six Goldplate Manual before taking the storm attack head on.

Cling! Clank!

The entirety of the attack was blocked. The power of wind was fast but relatively weaker in terms of strength, which was why Xiang Shaoyun had decided to take it head on instead of dodging. Naturally, apart from blocking, he was also attacking. Still with the same pair of gloves, he punched a way out of the storm, reaching Xing Sifeng with brute force.

When Xiang Shaoyun sensed the power of wind Xing Sifeng emanated from such a close distance, his new comprehension of the power of wind started combining with his previous comprehension, granting him a new understanding of wind.

Gold Helix Fist!

He was still using the same technique, but the punch's speed had become faster due to his increased comprehension. If it wasn't for the lack of wind elemental energy in his star, his speed would have at least doubled or tripled.

Xing Sifeng had not expected Xiang Shaoyun to have such a powerful defense capable of blocking the entirety of his attack, and he was thus forced to engage in melee combat.

Xiang Shaoyun fought with all his power, raining down overbearing punches while vicious gold energy swirled around him. The barrage of attacks forced Xing Sifeng to be on the defensive, yet he failed to block the vicious gold energy in the air. He had a hard time resisting Xiang Shaoyun's attacks, and eventually, even his weapon was flung from his hands. He quickly retreated in fear.

"I'll help you, husband!" The woman returned, trying to help her husband.

But it was at this moment that Dong Ziwan appeared before her and said, "I am your opponent."

Displaying a combat prowess no weaker than a third-stage Skysoar Realm cultivator, Dong Ziwan sent out a series of green sword energies, and they completely surrounded the woman. No matter what, Dong Ziwan was still a descendant of an Emperor and used to enjoy great love from the ancestor. Thus, she had naturally been allocated enough resources to give her a decent combat prowess.

Dong Ziwan held up the woman, giving Xiang Shaoyun the freedom to push on against Xing Sifeng. Not daring to continue fighting, Xing Sifeng fled in the direction of other Xing Clan Kings in hope of asking for help.

𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"You can't escape me," Xiang Shaoyun sneered and used his Overlord's Nine Nether Steps.

One step to reach the hell down below!

His speed increased, and he appeared before Xing Sifeng in a flash. He then sent out a barrage of punches. Xing Sifeng tried his best to resist, but he still failed and was pushed dangerously close to death. Xiang Shaoyun's combat prowess had most likely surpassed even the fifth-stage Skysoar Realm.

"This is refreshing!" Xiang Shaoyun roared as a massive king aura surged out of him.

After dispatching his opponent, he was about to look for a new opponent when the battle in the air ended. Some Emperors from the two clans started shouting in fear.

"All members of the Tai Clan, retreat!"

"All members of the Xing Clan, retreat!"

The Kings of the two clans quickly pulled away from the Dong Clan in fear. It was becoming apparent that their Emperors had suffered defeat.

"Who exactly are you? You dare offend the Illusionary Palm Society?" asked Xu Duo, the ninth-stage Emperor from the Illusionary Palm Society. He could not resist his curiosity as he was not Devouring Ghost’s match in the slightest.

"Illusionary Palm Society? I have never heard of them. You have not mastered your Illusionary Palm yet. Piss off and train for another couple hundred years before you challenge me again," said Devouring Ghost.

He couldn't even be bothered to give chase since the enemies were already retreating in defeat. In any case, his opponent was wearing a sovereign armor and would be somewhat difficult to kill anyway. He might as well give up and let him go.

Xu Duo had an unsightly expression as he could sense that Devouring Ghost was only an eighth-stage Emperor yet capable of defeating him. He had a feeling that Devouring Ghost was most likely from an even higher-tiered organization. He did not dare to stay around, and carrying two of his injured companions, he fled.

The other Emperors also did not dare to stay, and all the survivors started fleeing. Naturally, they also took some of the more important Kings from their clans with them as they escaped. As for the Kings left behind, they turned into prey for the Dong Clan Emperors. One by one, they were slaughtered.

"Tai and Xing Clans, a day will come when we bathe in your blood," howled Dong Qinggu.

The fleeing Emperors all felt a chill creep up their spines. In this battle, the Dong Clan had suffered heavy casualties, greatly angering Dong Qinggu. It was understandable that he would want revenge.

"Thank you, sirs, for your help." Dong Zhongyuan dragged his injured body over and thanked Devouring Ghost and Du Xuanhao gratefully.

Without them killing a few opposing Emperors in a row, the Dong Clan would not have been able to turn defeat into victory. Currently, Devouring Ghost was busy absorbing the souls of the dead from the battlefield to grow his soul foundation and couldn't be bothered to give a reply.

Du Xuanhao was the one to reply, "You don't have to thank us. If you really want to thank someone, direct it to our young master. Without him, we wouldn't have been bothered to partake in this battle."

"Who is your young master, if I may ask?" Dong Zhongyuan asked in confusion.

"Down there." Du Xuanhao pointed at the Dong Clan estate below them.

Below, both Xiang Shaoyun and Dong Ziwan had stopped fighting as well, and the other Dong Clan members had also realized that they had won. They started turning off the defensive formations they had activated earlier before coming out of the estate.

"Slut, it is time for me to rip your mouth apart," said Yan Li as she charged Dong Ziwan impatiently, reaching forward with a palm.

Yan Li was a peak Skysoar Realm expert, and Dong Ziwan wouldn't be able to block her attack. At the last minute, Xiang Shaoyun stood before Dong Ziwan, protecting her from harm.

Right as Xiang Shaoyun was about to be hit, Jin Wo's massive body appeared before him. His golden scales rippled with radiance as a boundless demonic aura roiled out, blasting Yan Li's attack away. The sight of a Demon Emperor shocked Yan Li into retreat.

"You dare harm his highness? Die!" Jin Wo roared before preparing to bite Yan Li.

"Please spare me, I beg you," Yan Li begged in fear.

It was at this time that Dong Zhuoyue returned. He released his emperor aura; his fourth-stage cultivation level caused Jin Wo to stop his attack.

"A Demon Emperor from the Tai and Xing Clans? Die!" Dong Zhuoyue thought that Jin Wo was a Demon Emperor that the two clans had left behind. He raised his sovereign weapon and prepared to attack.

"No, father. He is my friend's mount," Dong Ziwan cried out in alarm.