Green Scarf Bro’s current state truly had absolutely nothing to do with Jun Changxiao—after all, the Soul Clan’s possession wasn’t something he could control.
However, what made Dai Lü harbor such resentment and work so hard to become stronger was inseparable from him.
To be precise—
After Dai Lü “awakened” his Devouring Power and trained hard, achieving his current strength, one driving force was Jun Changxiao, and another was Ye Xingchen.
But this was also… a good outcome!
Dai Lü, who had fallen to the ground, lay in a deep pit, his entire body’s bones nearly falling apart.
This man was too strong.
Before him, he wasn’t even worth calling an ant!
“Unwilling, unwilling!” Dai Lü clenched his fists tightly.
“Boy.”
Hun said, “This person’s strength has reached the Semi-Saint level. You have no chance of victory against him. If you want to survive, hand your body over to me.”
“If I give it to you, can you defeat him?” Dai Lü asked in his mind.
“Yes.”
Hun’s tone was resolute.
Dai Lü struggled to force out a bitter smile and said, “I know you’ve always wanted to occupy my body, and I know I still have some value that you can use…”
Though deceived by the street stall old man, Green Scarf Bro wasn’t stupid. He didn’t say certain things, but he understood them in his heart.
“If giving you my body can help me avenge my sect’s destruction, then… take it.” After saying this, Dai Lü completely relaxed his mental defenses, allowing the suppressed Devouring Power to begin controlling his body and devouring his consciousness.
Escape was hopeless, revenge was hopeless.
He was willing to give his life to a demon to fulfill his cherished wish.
“Whoosh!”
The domineering prairie-green attribute transformed into beams of light, wrapping around Dai Lü like silkworm threads, layer upon layer.
“So this is the Soul Clan’s power?”
Jun Changxiao, suspended in mid-air, didn’t activate the vacuum cleaner because he was very curious about what was so special about this alien race that had once sparked the Great War of Emperors in ancient times.
“Boom!”
After a moment, the green energy wrapped together suddenly exploded.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh!
Flowing light scattered, energy waves spread.
“Step!”
In the center of the roaring energy, Dai Lü stood up with a full head of green hair.
His originally weak face became cold, and green energy currents surrounded his entire body.
“Crack!”
Dai Lü clenched both fists, his eyes cold as he said, “Although this body is still very weak, it’s enough for this master to display several portions of my power. Dealing with a half-step Martial Saint is completely no problem.”
“Hey.”
Jun Changxiao, suspended in the air, asked, “What level Super Saiyan is this?”
“Boy!”
Dai Lü raised his head with a sinister smile and said, “If you hadn’t suddenly attacked, that kid wouldn’t have willingly offered his body, so as repayment…” He lightly raised his hand, green energy rapidly gathering in his palm. “You should just die!”
“Boom!”
The gathered energy transformed into a beam of light, blasting down from above. Because the power was extremely terrifying, space was instantly torn apart.
“Boom!”
The green beam exploded thunderously in mid-air!
“Swoosh!”
Jun Changxiao walked out from the rolling clouds and mist, the True Yang Sword in his hand flashing with light as he smiled, “Your strength is decent—worthy of this seat fighting seriously.”
Dai Lü’s brow furrowed slightly.
The power he’d condensed in one move was extremely strong, yet it didn’t affect him in the slightest!
This Eternal Sect master who had risen in such a short time actually had some skill. That was good—today he’d use him as a sacrifice to announce to Xingyun Continent that the Soul Clan had returned!
“Swoosh—”
While thinking, Jun Changxiao had already charged down, the True Yang Sword cutting through the void, instantly spreading out dense sword qi!
He had comprehended the One Character Sword Formula of the Ling Sword Divine Art to the extreme. The sword qi he shook out with each strike was completely impossible to see clearly with the naked eye.
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
Dai Lü, controlled by the Soul Clan, gathered green spiritual energy in both palms, using domineering power to shatter all the tearing sword qi, but his heart surged with shock!
From the overwhelming force contained in the sword qi, he instantly judged that this boy’s strength was definitely not that of an ordinary half-step Martial Saint—he might have even reached a level infinitely close to Martial Saint!
“Swish!”
“Swish!”
Jun Changxiao attacked again, the sword qi he slashed out more numerous and stronger than before. Dai Lü’s expression changed slightly as he hastily dodged to the side, then took the opportunity to swing his palm: “Green Radiance Art!”
“Whoosh!”
Green energy suddenly gathered before him!
At the same time, within a radius of several hundred zhang, the originally vibrant plants and trees were suddenly drawn upon, losing their energy and rapidly withering.
“Boy!”
After gathering power, Dai Lü pushed both palms forward and coldly shouted, “Die!”
“Whoosh—”
The energy mass, greatly enhanced by absorbing the surrounding life force, instantly shot forward like a cannonball. This force was so strong that even the distant space was shaken and distorted!
This level of combat was absolutely rare on Xingyun Continent—unfortunately, there were no spectators nearby to show amazement.
Facing the incoming green energy mass, Jun Changxiao’s right hand gripping the True Yang Sword rapidly transformed into steel, then he slashed toward it!
“Swoosh—”
The incomparably cold sword qi, enhanced by the Mechanical Battle Wings’ combat form, viciously tore the green energy apart, followed by two explosive “boom boom” sounds that caused space to collapse over a large area.
Dai Lü, whose technique had been broken, was instantly dumbfounded.
His Green Radiance Art could kill Semi-Saints like cutting grass back in the day on Xingyun Continent—why was it so vulnerable before this boy?
Because—
He was a cheat user.
Jun Changxiao stood proudly with his sword horizontal and said, “If this is all you’ve got, I don’t mind letting you receive your boxed lunch right now.”
Dai Lü’s eyes flared with fury as he said, “Boy, your strength surprises this master, but don’t be arrogant. Wait until I train for a while longer, and I’ll definitely be able to trample you underfoot.”
From his tone, it seemed he wanted to escape!
He had already analyzed that the Eternal Sect master’s strength was not inferior to his own. If they really fought, he might not gain any advantage, so it was better to leave for now, then recklessly absorb energy. Once his strength grew even stronger, he’d destroy this sect and plunder the entire continent!
“Swoosh!”
Saying retreat meant retreat—no hesitation!
However, just as he’d run several dozen meters, he heard a cold shout from behind: “Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm!”
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh whoosh—”
In an instant, a desolate and heavy aura suddenly erupted above. Dai Lü hastily looked up to see dozens of gigantic dragon-elephant phantoms appearing, then viciously suppressing down toward him.
“No…”
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
The ground in this area suddenly shook violently, the rising dust truly blocking out the sky!
“What’s happening?”
Martial artists a thousand li away sensed the disturbance and all looked over, seeing ripples of spiritual energy spreading forth, disturbing space until it was nearly distorted!
“Are top-tier experts fighting?”
“My god, this seems to be just the residual power, yet it can stir space to distortion!”
“Could it be a Martial Saint?”
…
At the center of the tremors, the dust gradually dispersed.
A massive pit appeared in view, with Dai Lü covered in blood and sunken at the deepest part.
“Swish!”
Jun Changxiao descended, raising the vacuum cleaner and saying, “This seat went to great trouble to find you—how could I let you slip away under my nose?”
“You…”
Dai Lü’s injuries were too severe—he could no longer speak.
“Smack!”
The flat suction nozzle pressed against his forehead.
Jun Changxiao imitated the tone of that man who vowed to become Pirate King and said, “Gear Three!”
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh whoosh—”
Powerful suction suddenly erupted. The Devouring Power existing in his body and Dai Lü’s distinctive full head of green hair were all sucked in.
“Click!”
The vacuum cleaner was shut off.
Jun Changxiao’s consciousness merged with the dust storage chamber. Seeing that mass of green energy frantically ramming against the barrier walls, he smiled, “This thing really is effective against the Soul Clan!”
“Wah!”
Just then, the severely injured and now bald Dai Lü spat out a mouthful of blood, his murky eyes gradually clearing.
“Boy.”
Jun Changxiao squatted down with a completely harmless smile and said, “Your bones are exceptional—you’re a martial arts genius in ten thousand. So this seat has decided to give you another chance. Are you willing to join my Eternal Sect and become a disciple?”
“No…” Dai Lü said.
“I know what you want to say is ‘overwhelmingly grateful.'” Jun Changxiao hoisted him up and said, “Then follow this seat back to the sect.”
Overwhelmingly grateful my ass! What I wanted to say was I’m unwilling!
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