Chapter 1213: Chapter 113 I Don’t Even Need to Use My Hands to Kill You

Seeing that Yang Xiaotian’s first battle in the second round turned out to be against Song Andong of the Heavenly Dragon Holy Sect, everyone was shocked and abuzz.

After the initial surprise, Song Andong’s face lit up with wild joy.

He had been concerned earlier that Yang Xiaotian would be drawn by someone else.

Who would have thought that the goddess of luck would favor him?

Seeing that Song Andong drew Yang Xiaotian, Chen Heng of the Kirin Clan couldn’t help but look inquiringly at Chen Jing and Chen Fayong beside him.

Didn’t Chen Jing and Chen Fayong say yesterday that it couldn’t be arranged?

Now how come it has been arranged?

Chen Jing was also taken aback; they clearly hadn’t arranged it yesterday.

“Young Clan Leader, it really is a coincidence,” Chen Fayong explained: “We didn’t expect Yang Xiaotian to really draw Song Andong in the first battle.” Then he laughed: “It seems that Song Andong is quite lucky.”

Compared to Song Andong, Chen Heng, and others’ joy, Long Feiyi and the experts of Long Manor’s expressions changed. Originally, they didn’t expect Yang Xiaotian to achieve a high standing in the second round, but they didn’t expect Yang Xiaotian’s luck to be so poor, drawing Song Andong right at the start.

“Xiaotian, be careful,” Long Feiyi said with mixed emotions and a worried face, instructing Yang Xiaotian, “When it comes to the Sacred Fire, the four Divine Monarch elders said, never force yourself.”

“Okay, Mansion Master, I understand,” Yang Xiaotian assured Long Feiyi with a relaxed expression, smiling: “I won’t push myself too hard.”

Long Feiyi was speechless seeing that Yang Xiaotian was still in the mood to smile at this moment.

At this time, the draw had ended.

One after another, the disciples entered the arena.

Song Andong, too, couldn’t wait to enter platform number two.

He stood on platform number two with his hands behind his back, not urging Yang Xiaotian, but silently stood on platform number two watching Yang Xiaotian walk towards the arena.

Yang Xiaotian walked slowly onto platform number two in blue attire.

Compared to Song Andong’s excitement and eagerness, his face was calm and undisturbed.

Almost everyone’s gaze fell onto platform number two.

Li Gensheng, the Ancient Ancestor of the Ascending Dragon Clan, watching Yang Xiaotian standing on platform number two, coldly said: “Ignorant of life and death!”

Clearly, he was still angry about Yang Xiaotian’s earlier declaration to challenge all the contestants in the second round alone.

“This Yang Xiaotian, somewhat disappointing,” Li Qian remarked as he looked at Yang Xiaotian, shaking his head.

Originally, with a disciple of the King of Chaos from the Primordial Holy Land, he had high hopes for this Yang Xiaotian.

But now, having seen for himself, he was deeply disappointed.

Fang Jian of the Fang Family, he had also seen, but compared to Fang Jian, Yang Xiaotian was worlds apart, the difference was too great.

It seems Yang Xiaotian, even with the Chaos King Divine Constitution, is merely a pseudo-dragon.

Fang Jian is the real True Dragon.

Song Andong looked at Yang Xiaotian, lips curling into a disdainful smile: “Yang Xiaotian, I told you yesterday your luck in the second round wouldn’t be as good as in the first.”

Yang Xiaotian’s face remained indifferent: “Is that so? Do you really think you’re the lucky one?”

Song Andong walked towards Yang Xiaotian with his hands behind his back, chuckling at his words: “Yang Xiaotian, I don’t even need my hands to kill you.” He had just said this when suddenly, a figure flashed. Song Andong hadn’t even reacted when he felt a terrifying power slam into his chest.

Shocked, he instinctively tried to block with a crossarm block, intending to stop this terrifying force.

But the strength of this terrifying force was way beyond his imagination; his palm couldn’t stop it at all.

Crack!

The sound of bone breaking came from his palm.

Then, the terrifying force burst through his palm and slammed into his chest.

A series of crackling sounds like firecrackers kept going off.

Pain!

Agony!

Song Andong was sent flying like a shot shrimp.

As he hit the ground, Song Andong bent his whole body in extreme pain, his face became swollen and purple, and fresh blood kept spouting from his mouth.

At the same time, he looked at his right hand in agony.

His right palm appeared as if it was useless, completely limp, with all five fingers unable to straighten, resembling chicken feet.

“What?!”

Everyone watching this sudden scene felt utterly at a loss.

“What’s going on?!” Some of the Ancient Ancestors, who hadn’t looked closely before, turned their heads to see Song Andong smashed at the edge of the arena, his face contorted in utmost pain.

Not only Liu Ming and Chen Heng were dumbfounded, but Long Feiyi and the array of experts from Long Manor were equally baffled.

Li Qian was completely astonished, while Li Gensheng, who had just been vocally confident about taking on all the competing disciples on behalf of Yang Xiaotian, was utterly stunned.

Wu Xiaoqian from Heaven Maiden’s Palace was like being struck by thunder again, her whole body trembling. She felt her breathing becoming rapid.

Could it be, really be?!

Was it really him?!

Her mind replayed the scene where the Luo Jihu brothers had their chests blasted open.

“You, you!” As Song Andong spat out blood, he looked at Yang Xiaotian with a mix of fear and fury, filled with disbelief. He was actually, really done in by this Yang Xiaotian!

Yang Xiaotian walked slowly towards Song Andong.

Possibly because of the stillness of heaven and earth, the sound of Yang Xiaotian’s footsteps as he approached Song Andong was extraordinarily loud, each step seemed to press on everyone’s hearts.

“Are you sure you can kill me without using both hands?” Yang Xiaotian looked at the blood-spewing Song Andong, his face as calm as still water.

Song Andong swallowed a mouthful of Dual Layer Heavenly Dao Holy Water, struggling to stand up, roaring with rage as he frantically surged his Divine Power, a terrifying aura bursting forth from him.

Moreover, Song Andong’s aura was still climbing.

Soon, Song Andong’s aura reached the late stages of the third realm of Divine Emperor, then the peak.

Buzz!

A buzzing sound, the fourth realm of the Divine Emperor!

When Song Andong’s aura broke through to the fourth realm of Divine Emperor, everyone was shaken.

“Divine Emperor fourth realm! Song Andong has successfully broken through to the Divine Emperor fourth realm!” Everyone was shocked.

Originally, Song Andong had been in closed-door cultivation, trying to break through to the fourth realm of Divine Emperor, apparently succeeding already.

“Divine Emperor fourth realm! Excellent!” Heavenly Dragon Holy Sect Leader Liu Ming was also ecstatic.

Song Andong breaking through to the fourth realm of Divine Emperor was something he just learned about.

The fourth realm is a watershed; once someone breaks through to the fourth realm, Song Andong’s strength would be incomparably greater than before.

“Yang Xiaotian, you’re going to die!” Song Andong roared, his eyes bloodshot, like a mad Ancient Fierce Beast, suddenly charging toward Yang Xiaotian, throwing a punch.

Flames burst out from his fist.

And they were purple-red.

The space seemed to be burned by this purple-red Divine Flame, making a sizzling sound.

Watching Song Andong’s frenzied onslaught, Yang Xiaotian, at the fourth realm of Divine Monarch, released his aura. Divine Flames surged around him, as he too fiercely launched a punch.

Yang Xiaotian’s fist also burst into flames.

And they were multicolored.

These were the flames condensed from the Six Great Divine Fires.

Bang!

Yang Xiaotian’s Fist Strength collided with Song Andong’s Fist Strength.

Like two Volcanoes fiercely crashing into each other, space suddenly jerked.

Heaven and Earth seemed to explode, and waves of astonishing firestorms blasted against the Restrictions surrounding the arena.