Chapter 1287: Chapter 1284: Fellow Daoist? What are you to call me that? (First Update)

Fu Guang struggled with all his might, being a Sect Leader and nominally the foremost figure of this golden light celestial realm, no one had ever dared to treat him this way.

Thus, in his fury and humiliation, Fu Guang unleashed unprecedented potential, pushing his Great Luo Peak Cultivation Level to its extreme.

Countless golden lights diffused around him, then frantically surged towards Xue An.

But it was all in vain.

Just as the golden lights reached halfway, they melted away rapidly as if they were candles scorched by a fierce flame, eventually dissolving into nothingness.

From beginning to end, not even a strand of Xue An’s hair had been ruffled.

This scene filled Fu Guang with utter shock and terror.

At the same time, he felt the hand clenching his neck tightening gradually.

The process was slow, yet it made him utterly powerless to resist.

Fu Guang felt his entire Cultivation Level being progressively restrained, even breathing became difficult for him.

It should be known that at his level of cultivation, he could have lived without breathing, sustaining himself solely on the conversion of Spiritual Power.

The emergence of the illusion of breath constriction also proved that Xue An was not only clutching his neck, but had also completely severed his connection with the surroundings.

This made Fu Guang increasingly terrified, barely managing to speak, “You… who exactly are you? Why are you not afraid of our Sects’ mystic arts?”

Xue An’s mouth curved into a cold smile, “Why am I not afraid of your mystic arts? Heh, everything you wield was created by my ancestors. Do you understand now?”

Fu Guang’s pupils immediately shrank to the size of needle tips, because he thought of a legend known only to Sect Leaders.

The legend said that the founders of the seven celestial realms were not from this world, but had migrated from an ancient and mysterious place.

But because the time was so remote, Fu Guang had only listened to it in passing and hadn’t taken it to heart.

Yet today, he had encountered Xue An.

In utter panic, he looked at Xue An and stammered, “Are you… a member of the Hua Clan?”

Xue An smiled faintly, “Correct, but sadly there’s no reward!”

As he spoke, the hand gripping Fu Guang’s neck suddenly exerted more force.

Fu Guang’s body shook violently, and with the isolation of Spiritual Power, his face quickly turned red and purplish.

This slow march towards death made the usually pampered and privileged Fu Guang utterly terrified. In desperation, he mustered his last ounce of strength and pleaded in a voice almost begging for mercy, “Spare me!”

This plea for mercy spread throughout the entire square.

Whether disciples or elders, all were dumbfounded, many even experienced a complete mental blank because everything seemed so unbelievable.

Only after hearing this plea did many gradually regain their senses.

But before they could fully recover, they heard Xue An laugh coldly, “Now you know to beg for mercy? Too bad… it’s too late!”

Saying that, a trace of cold light flitted through Xue An’s eyes.

“No!”

Fu Guang bellowed with the last bit of his strength, for at that moment, he felt an extremely chilling murderous intent.

Under this imposing force, Fu Guang felt like a lamb on the butcher’s block, already detecting the scent of death.

Therefore, he attempted to save himself.

“Ancestral Master, save me!”

Just as these four words were uttered, an anxious voice echoed from the depths of the Golden Cauldron Pavilion, “Fellow Daoist, please show mercy!”

However, Xue An was unmoved and instead repressed the cold light in his eyes, saying indifferently, “Farewell, no need to see you off!”

With that, Xue An’s palm suddenly clenched.

Boom!

Only the dull sound of flesh and blood being crushed alive could be heard.

Xue An’s single hand squeezed Fu Guang’s neck until it burst, his severed head rolling on the ground, with a spray of blood soaring to the sky, staining most of the high platform red.

Then, Fu Guang’s headless body slowly fell to the ground.

“Fellow Daoist, you…” The voice from the Golden Cauldron Pavilion evidently did not expect Xue An to truly dare to strike, and couldn’t help but bellow in rage.

But Xue An simply couldn’t be bothered with these remarks; instead, he stepped forward and then stamped his foot down on Fu Guang’s head, coldly saying.

“I said I would kill you, so your soul must die as well!”

A white light flickered between Fu Guang’s eyebrows, from which came Fu Guang’s scream, made shrill by extreme fear.

“No…”

Crack!

With a crisp sound, Fu Guang’s screaming abruptly stopped.

Because Xue An’s foot came crashing down, crushing his head completely.

Crimson blood mixed with thick white brain matter flowed on the ground, its stench so potent that it nearly made one vomit.

Many disciples who were close by had already been frightened to paralysis.

Even those who were far away were not faring any better; some of the timider ones stared blankly at Xue An, evidently scared out of their wits.

The expressions of Shui Jing, Ci Yun, and other elders turned extremely unsightly as well, as they did not expect this young man in white to strike with such ruthless and formidable force, directly exploding Fu Guang.

But then, a trace of joy appeared in these people’s eyes.

Because they all heard that voice coming from the depths of the Golden Cauldron Pavilion.

At the very moment Xue An had just crushed Fu Guang, the Golden Cauldron Pavilion beneath his feet suddenly began to tremble violently.

In the sky above the square, golden lights appeared, which then converged to slowly form a human silhouette.

When the golden light dispersed, there emerged an elderly man with white hair and beard, his face full of dignity.

Upon seeing this elder, Shui Jing and Ci Yun, along with many other elders, were overjoyed, then bowed down in unison, excitedly shouting: “We pay respects to the old Sect Leader!”

Indeed!

The one appearing before them was the former Sect Leader of the Golden Cauldron Pavilion, Xiu Wen.

His arrival loosened the extremely tense atmosphere that had been on the square,

bringing great enthusiasm to all disciples of the Golden Cauldron Pavilion.

Because in terms of both strength and prestige, Xiu Wen was far superior to Fu Guang.

If it hadn’t been for Xiu Wen, 300 years ago, realizing he was advancing in age and his lifespan was nearing an end, deciding to concentrate on cultivating to break through boundaries and extend his life, the position of Sect Leader would never have fallen to Fu Guang.

But because Xiu Wen had secluded himself within the Golden Cauldron Pavilion’s secret chamber for these 300 years, many new disciples of the sect were unaware of his existence.

However, in the eyes of the elders and the true inheritors of the inner chambers, the old Sect Leader was considered the strongest in the sect.

Now that he had emerged, it seemed as though the good days for this young man in white were over.

This was what was on everyone’s minds.

But Xiu Wen, with a pained expression on his face, looked at the corpse of his disciple Fu Guang on the high platform, and after a long moment, he forcefully suppressed the rage in his heart before speaking in a cold voice.

“Fellow Daoist, I have already pleaded for mercy, why did you still obstinately pursue this path and kill my beloved disciple?”

In the questioning voice, golden light fluctuated in the sky above the Golden Cauldron Pavilion, and it seemed as if even the vast heavens themselves changed color at this.

This show of force settled the hearts of Shui Jing and the others.

It appeared that the old Sect Leader’s strength had greatly improved after 300 years of seclusion!

However, in this situation, Xue An stood amid the pool of blood, looked up at the enraged Xiu Wen, and then faintly smiled.

“Fellow Daoist? Sorry, what are you exactly that you consider yourself worthy to address me as a fellow daoist?”