Chapter 787: Chapter 787: Think Carefully [Second Release] Chapter 787: Chapter 787: Think Carefully [Second Release] “Your time to die has come!” Luo Jiang’s voice was hoarse and tearing. As his words fell, his figure exploded with speed, leaving behind traces of a bloody aura. His afterimages were continuous, and in an instant, he was in front of Li Xiaoyao.

Where the blood-red Furious Blade passed, space trembled, and the ground stretched out with terrifying cracks, spreading for dozens of meters.

Such an overbearing presence made anyone who sensed it change color.

Li Xiaoyao, seeing his speed surge so terrifyingly, was somewhat astonished.

“Rakshasa Blade Technique!” With a furious shout, the blade released a column of blood as if to pierce the heavens. The vast and mighty aura almost instantly condensed into a blade light, slashing towards Li Xiaoyao.

The presence of a peak Fifth Rank Nascent Soul Realm, if faced up close by an ordinary Spirit Condensation Cultivator, would likely be blasted away immediately.

Yet, Li Xiaoyao only felt a slight stinging on his skin. His Golden Body, at 50% completeness, in terms of physical strength alone, not even Luo Jiang could compare.

As the blade light was about to fall, Li Xiaoyao’s hair was swept back by its force, but there wasn’t the slightest hint of panic in his eyes.

“This boy probably can’t take that slash,” the Nascent Soul Realm Venerables with their sharp eyes noticed the huge difference between Luo Jiang’s previous and current attacks.

“But he seems quite composed.”

“He’s just putting on a show of composure. The power of the Rakshasa Body is not something a Spirit Condensation youngster can withstand.”

As everyone was discussing, a furious shout came from the distance, and at the same time, a figure appeared in everyone’s field of vision.

“Luo Jiang, how dare you lay a hand on the heir of the Li Family!”

The newcomer was Li Zhan. He had just arrived at Long Xiang Mountain and saw this scene. Seeing Luo Jiang slashing down, and Li Xiaoyao showing no reaction, he was both angry and shocked.

Li Xiaoyao was the tenth-generation heir of the Li Family, crucial to whether Ancestor Li could be revived. If he were killed by Luo Jiang today, the hope for the rise of the Li Family ancestors would shatter. When the next heir would appear, there was no certainty.

That’s why Li Zhan was filled with such a mixture of fury and concern.

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“It’s Li Zhan!”

“What did he just say? Heir of the Li Family?”

“That kid is the heir of the Li Family?”

Everyone was shocked. As an Ancient Sect, they had some understanding of the Li Family. Legend had it that there had been nine generations of heirs in the Li Family, each a prodigy, the strongest of the Li Family.

And for nearly a hundred years, since the demise of the ninth-generation heir, there had been no news of a tenth-generation heir.

Unexpectedly, this Li Xiaoyao turned out to be the tenth-generation heir of the Li Family.

Some already began to look forward in their hearts, hoping Luo Jiang’s blade would cut down Li Xiaoyao.

The solitary rise of any Sect was something other Sects did not wish to see, and such sentiment was not considered excessive.

Li Zhan had arrived too late. Even though his cultivation level was many realms stronger than Luo Jiang’s, at this moment it was absolutely impossible to intervene.

Li Xiaoyao, with a composed expression, watched the blade light descend. He simply shifted half a step sideways. The blade light nearly grazed his nose as it slashed down, and Li Xiaoyao, in the moment he dodged, pointed out a finger.

“One Finger Breaks Mountains and Rivers!”

The Trapped Sky Finger, carrying a terrifying momentum, shattered the space at that moment, and the point of golden light rapidly expanded in Luo Jiang’s pupils, shooting towards his chest with unavoidable speed.

At such a close distance, Luo Jiang, upon sensing the danger, tried to dodge to the side. Exhibiting the speed of Rakshasa Body, his reaction was so fast that he narrowly avoided the fatal strike.

Though the Trapped Sky Finger had missed his heart, it obliterated his right arm completely, causing blood to gush uncontrollably.

Luo Jiang’s face turned pale in an instant, he clenched his teeth tightly and retreated explosively.

Li Xiaoyao didn’t pursue; he was completely drained at this point, and besides, he had just heard Li Zhan’s voice, indicating this matter could come to a close.

He immediately took out a Spirit Revitalizing Pill and popped it into his mouth. As the pill medicine dissolved, streams of spiritual energy dispersed, rejuvenating his limbs and bones.

Feeling a bit of strength return, Li Xiaoyao narrowed his eyes as he watched Luo Jiang, who had managed to stop the bleeding but still appeared utterly wretched after retreating several dozen meters.

Li Zhan came to Li Xiaoyao’s side at this moment, gave him a glance, and a hint of surprise was hidden in the depths of his eyes.

The martial arts displayed by Li Xiaoyao just now were so formidable that even Li Zhan was shocked.

What level of martial arts was this? It allowed Li Xiaoyao to fight squarely against a Nascent Soul Realm Venerable and even have the absolute upper hand.

But he chose not to inquire at this time.

Li Zhan looked into the distance, his gaze settling on Luo Jiang, his voice cold, “Luo Jiang, you have some nerve, to dare lay a hand on the Li Family heir?”

Luo Jiang, now blind in one eye and missing an arm, was already filled with rage and humiliation. Even facing Patriarch Li, Li Zhan, he showed no fear.

“Li Family heir?” Luo Jiang finally understood clearly that this Li Xiaoyao was indeed the Li Family heir.

But so what if he was the Li Family heir? To kill an elder of the Rakshasa Sect meant to pay with one’s life.

Luo Jiang, with his energy flagging and his form disheveled, had eyes full of anger and disdain, “Li Family heir, Wang Family heir, in my eyes, they are all dead.”

“Presumptuous!” Li Zhan snorted angrily and swung a palm at him. The domineering force of the blow struck Luo Jiang, sending him flying backward and scraping a long mark on the ground.

Just as Li Zhan was about to continue, a man suddenly appeared, standing in front of Luo Jiang–this person was Wu Xuan, the Sect Leader of Wuzong.

With a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, Wu Xuan said, “Patriarch Li, this is a grudge between Luo Jiang and Li Xiaoyao. For an elder like you to intervene, that might not be quite appropriate, would it?”

“You’re talking to me about seniority? Did he, Luo Jiang, consider seniority before he took action? With his status and cultivation level, he attacked a junior of my Li Family. Does he still want face? Since he has the gall to target my Li Family’s juniors, even if I were to execute him today, his Rakshasa Sect wouldn’t dare to say a word!”

Wu Xuan chuckled, “Patriarch Li, please give me face this time and let it go. Besides, Li Xiaoyao is unhurt, isn’t he? If anyone suffered a loss, it’s Luo Jiang.”

Li Zhan snorted lightly and said, “It’s shocking, Wuzong appears to be entangled with the Rakshasa Sect. Fine, such a disgraceful wretch, only capable of bullying juniors, is unworthy of my attention.”

Luo Jiang, who had been flung to the ground and was now continuously coughing up blood, was so furious at these words that he spurted out another mouthful of blood.

Wu Xuan chuckled and turned his gaze to Li Xiaoyao, saying, “Li Xiaoyao, you should give my earlier suggestion some thought.”

Hearing this, Li Zhan looked at Li Xiaoyao and asked with a frown, “What proposal?”

Wu Xuan remained silent, and Li Xiaoyao did not explain, simply saying coldly, “If I were you, I would have rolled far away by now.”