Chapter 82

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Yanzhaoge stood like a fierce tiger, roaring as he charged towards Xiaosheng.

Xiaosheng quickly retreated, floating in the air to create distance from Yanzhaoge.

Yanzhaoge stepped forward in quick succession, leaping into the air, his steps treading the void.

The ice dragons and fire dragons coiled in his acupoints roared and vibrated together.

Streams of ice mist and flames rose from Yanzhaoge, merging with his qi, creating a scene of ice and fire intertwined, as if he were a deity.

His fists roared like tigers, his qi like the dragon's cry.

The power of the Northern Dipper True Warrior's Blood Gate Shangqu Acupoint erupted.

With a single punch, Yanzhaoge shattered Xiaosheng's defensive Sunset Residual Light Thousand Illusions Palm.

Xiaosheng was greatly alarmed and hurriedly tried to use the Great Sun Rising Horizontal and Vertical Body Technique to dodge.

"Hey!"

With a loud shout, Yanzhaoge's back straightened, as if a divine dragon were stretching its body.

This burst of strength was infused with the changes of the Azure Dragon Sword Technique, the Cloud Rising Dragon Soaring variation.

The cloud dragon soared for ten thousand miles, leaping in an instant.

Just as Xiaosheng was about to move, Yanzhaoge was faster, striking out fiercely.

His clenched fists opened, fingers curling into hooks, each grabbing one of Xiaosheng's arms.

The two figures instantly froze in mid-air.

Yanzhaoge kicked Xiaosheng in the chest.

At the same time, he exerted force with both hands, the ice dragon and fire dragon qi twisting and coiling, exerting power.

The immense force created a twisting mountain and river effect, acting on Xiaosheng's arms.

The kick sent Xiaosheng flying backward, but Yanzhaoge still held onto his arms tightly.

One kick and one pull, two opposing forces, instantly twisted Xiaosheng's body like a rag.

"Bang"

A muffled sound, flesh and blood flying.

A rain of blood burst out from the air where the two were, scattering in all directions.

With a low growl, Yanzhaoge tore Xiaosheng's arms from his shoulders.

Xiaosheng let out a sharp, piercing scream: "Yanzhaoge, you dare to—"

Yanzhaoge threw away Xiaosheng's severed arms, stepped on the void, and caught up with Xiaosheng, who had been kicked away, extending his hands again.

"Someone who is about to die, don't talk so much."

The surrounding Great Sun Holy Sect martial artists, forced back by Zhao Shicheng and the array's power, could not come to the rescue, and now all shouted in anger.

Xiaosheng's eyes were bloodshot: "Yanzhaoge, don't be so smug."

"Even if you kill me, you are destined to join me in death."

"I'll be waiting for you down there."

Yanzhaoge ignored him, reaching out a claw and directly tearing through Xiaosheng's chest.

His other hand, fingers spread, filled Xiaosheng's vision, covering his forehead.

Yanzhaoge's hand grabbed Xiaosheng's head, and he laughed coldly: "I'm so scared."

As he spoke, his fingers tightened and pulled upward.

Fierce physical strength and powerful, sharp qi erupted together.

Blood rained again, Yanzhaoge twisted Xiaosheng's neck and tore off his head.

Xiaosheng's eyes were wide open, unable to close even in death.

The entire Spirit Wind Valley fell silent for a moment.

Everyone stared dumbfounded at Yanzhaoge, holding Xiaosheng's head, standing in mid-air.

"Yanzhaoge"

The next moment, the Great Sun Holy Sect martial artists roared in unison.

Led by the Grandmaster, they all charged towards Yanzhaoge.

In the valley, Zhao Shicheng's face was calm, his left hand in a fist, his right hand in a palm, both thrust forward.

Golden light dragons roamed the sky, their scales opening and closing, their dragon roars shaking the heavens, as if true dragons had descended.

The Great Sun Holy Sect martial artists, hit by the array's power activated by Zhao Shicheng, were forced to retreat, unable to approach the Spirit Wind Valley.

The Grandmasters from Guangcheng Mountain and the Eastern Tang Kingdom, including Xuchuan, began to counterattack.

"Retreat" The Grandmaster of the Great Sun Holy Sect shouted in frustration, leading his disciples to withdraw.

Blood seeped from the corners of Zhao Shicheng's mouth, his face alternating between green and red.

He retracted his fist, and the others stopped their pursuit.

Yanzhaoge, holding Xiaosheng's head, landed and walked back to Ahu's side.

Ahu sat cross-legged on the ground, his Black Nightmare Armor dim, covered in countless golden needles.

All the needles were deeply embedded in