Chapter 1290: Chapter 1287: Beautiful Fireworks (Second Update)

Xiu Wen floated quietly in mid-air, his body slowly turned, and then he saw Xue An.

But at this moment, the joy Xiu Wen had upon his breakthrough had vanished, replaced by endless horror and despair.

The entire place was so quiet that not even the sound of breathing could be heard.

People watched with trembling bodies.

Then Xue An slightly tilted his head, “Oh, I forgot you can’t talk now!”

Saying so, he waved his hand casually, and Xiu Wen felt a loosening around his mouth, finally able to speak.

But the first thing he said was not a plea for mercy, but in a trembling voice, “You… you can’t kill me!”

“Oh? And why is that?” Xue An asked softly, with a slight raise of his eyebrows.

“Because… because if you kill me, then the Golden Cauldron Pavilion will completely lose its legacy, and in a few days, it will be the centennial Dao Heritage Competition. You’ve already killed Fu Guang, if you kill me too, then the Golden Light Cave Heavens will surely be defeated! I…”

Xiu Wen was babbling on, when Xue An waved his hand, interrupting him, “So what if it’s defeated?”

“If defeated, the Golden Light Cave Heavens might be expelled and divided up by other great heavens. By then, the people here will all become slaves to others.”

Xiu Wen tried his best to paint a dire picture of defeat.

Yet to these words, Xue An just coldly smiled, then with interest he asked: “And how were your previous achievements?”

Xiu Wen turned pale and hesitated, “It was… the last place!”

Xue An raised his eyebrows, “Oh? In that case, what difference does it make whether you live or die? After all, you are already in last place while alive, aren’t you?”

Saying this, Xue An slowly raised his fist, watching coldly.

Xiu Wen was so terrified that his teeth were chattering, he stammered in horror, “No… don’t kill me! Although we were last before, it doesn’t mean it will be the same this time! Killing me, there’s no benefit for you!”

But Xue An just coldly smiled, “Benefit? Your death is the biggest benefit! And don’t worry, after you die, there will be someone to take your place in the Dao Heritage Competition!”

As his words fell, Xue An’s fist thundered close to Xiu Wen.

Xiu Wen let out a pig-like scream of terror, “No, if you kill me, who will suppress the demon ghosts in case of turmoil in this realm? After all the great seal of the Golden Cauldron Pavilion is in my hands…”

Before he could finish, Xue An’s other hand revealed a white light that bore a floating jade seal.

Xue An said indifferently, “Is this what you’re talking about?”

Xiu Wen was dumbstruck, “This… how… how is it in your hands?”

He could not understand how the object had ended up in Xue An’s hands.

Xue An coldly smiled, “When that Fu Guang died, I took it from his sea of consciousness! As for the demon ghosts you mentioned… none will escape!”

Having said that, without further hesitation, Xue An threw down his fist decisively.

Bang!

The fist smashed into Xiu Wen’s face, bursting out from the back.

Xiu Wen’s head was immediately blown to bits, along with his soul that had been bound by Xue An.

This disciple, who had cultivated arduously for three hundred years and only managed to break through to the Half-step Immortal King, basked in his triumph for merely the time it took to drink a cup of tea before having his head directly obliterated by Xue An, his soul shattered, relegated to history.

After doing all this, Xue An slowly retracted his arm, then with a slight shake, he manifested a flame that cleansed all the bloodstains.

Only then did Xue An lower his head to look over the entire plaza.

At this moment, on the plaza, whether they were Inner Sect Disciples or common disciples who had just joined, all were trembling uncontrollably.

Especially when Xue An’s gaze fell upon them, they lowered their heads in absolute panic, not daring to meet his eyes even for a moment.

Because the strength Xue An had displayed was truly too shocking.

From the beginning until now, he had consecutively killed two Sect Leaders of the Golden Cauldron Pavilion, along with two elders and two Inner Sect Disciples.

Such power was enough to make even the proudest person bow their head!

But not everyone felt this way.

For instance, Lu Chuzhen, who had been used by Fu Guang and ultimately abandoned, was looking at Xue An with a gaze filled with astonishment and confusion.

Equally bewildered was Sheng Miaotong.

In reality, this girl was already completely lost in an abyss of confusion from which she could not extricate herself.

Because just a moment ago, her sister had died right before her eyes.

Sheng Miaotong even witnessed the scene of her sister Sheng Manyu’s head exploding.

Logically speaking, having her own sister die right in front of her, Sheng Miaotong should have felt boundless anger.

In fact, she did feel a heart full of rage at that instant.

Yet somehow, amidst this intense fury, there was a hint of relief mixing in, as if something that had always been pressing on her heart had suddenly vanished.

Sheng Miaotong felt bewildered by this sensation, and everything that Xue An displayed next only deepened this feeling.

During casual conversation, he doomed a Half-step Immortal King Level fighter to death, and with a mere look from above, he shocked and made everyone bow their heads.

This magnificent divine might made Sheng Miaotong, who had always greatly admired heroes since she was a child, fill with admiration.

And this feeling, mixed with the flames of anger from before, left Sheng Miaotong’s mind completely blank.

Meanwhile, there was a figure trying his best to retreat slowly to the edge of the field without drawing anyone’s attention.

His head was bowed, his entire body soaked in cold sweat due to extreme fear.

In his heart, he was silently praying, please don’t notice me, please don’t notice me!

But as it often happens in the world, the more you are afraid of something, the more likely it is to occur.

Just as his figure had retreated into the crowd, only a few steps away from the exit of the square.

He heard Xue An’s cold voice: “Leaving without saying goodbye, are you?”

The voice was not loud, but to the ears of this person, it was no less than a bolt from the blue. He abruptly sprang up, not daring to lift his head, instead igniting all his Cultivation Level, fleeing into the distance.

Because he knew very well, the longer he delayed, the greater the danger to himself.

After all, as a lackey of Lu Shifa, Su Junneng had also mocked Xue An quite a bit before!

So he knew very clearly, in front of this Divine Slaughter, he had no chance of survival!

But just as his figure soared into the air, a muffled ‘peng’ sound rang out.

His body exploded in mid-air, his blood blossoming like fireworks, then falling down like rain.

Xue An, who had appeared before Lu Chuzhen at some unknown time, let out a light sigh, “Such beautiful fireworks! Don’t you think so?”

Lu Chuzhen’s face turned pale, then she lowered her head, “Yes!”

Xue An smiled, “Don’t you have anything you want to say?”