Chapter 180 – Flying Snow Battle Silences Today's Clamor (Two)

Swirling snow fell, and the cold wind bit fiercely.

This could be considered the most bitterly cold day in the history of the Xingyi Sect.

In the arena, Xiao Cangtian’s eyes flickered with emotion. Though he had endured thirty years of solitary life, he still could not become a heartless man.

It must be said that the departure of his last remaining kin in this world was a pain that Xiao Cangtian could never erase in his lifetime.

Witnessing this scene, although Ye Kuang did not know what kind of enmity they had formed back then, he could still empathize with the sorrow of losing one’s dearest.

Now, Elder White-Brow was using this to wage psychological warfare against Xiao Cangtian—how could such intolerable behavior be endured!

“You old bastard! Are you even human? You claim not to use brute force to solve problems, yet you mercilessly kill others. What wrong did they ever commit?”

As he spoke, Ye Kuang appeared righteous and solemn, roaring like a dragon: “What right do you have to decide life and death for others? Is it simply because you possess overwhelming strength?”

But even after saying this, he still seemed unsatisfied, continuing with a series of furious rebukes: “Emotions arise from the heart, yet you despicably use them as a means of psychological attack. Is this what you call a proper way to solve problems?”

Once these words were spoken, no one present could have expected such resounding, consecutive questions to come from the mouth of a mere youth.

Hearing this, Elder White-Brow bristled with anger. Having had his sinister intentions exposed, he clearly felt his pride wounded and could only viciously threaten: “Brat, what nonsense are you spouting? Do you believe I won’t strike you dead right here with my fist?”

Unexpectedly, Xiao Cangtian stepped forward contrary to his usual demeanor, coldly stating: “White-Brow, do you truly believe this king would allow you to act recklessly?”

As he spoke, Xiao Cangtian inevitably glanced up at the icy, snowy scenery before him, then fixed his gaze on one of his enemies and calmly said: “The rights and wrongs, the grievances of the past—let us settle them here and now!”

No sooner had his words fallen than the Dragon King of the prison had returned once more.

Seeing this, Elder White-Brow could not help but harbor secret hatred, shouting: “Do you think I fear you?”

Witnessing the situation unfold, everyone present could not help but feel a secret awe. Retreating step by step, they eventually cleared the entire arena.

Inside the stone cave.

Ye Kuang surveyed the scene, contemplating how to escape this troublesome place.

But when he noticed the heads of the Yuan-Ma Families staring intently in his direction, he had no choice but to temporarily abandon such thoughts.

Meanwhile, Elder White-Brow decisively seized the initiative, his entire body spinning like a top.

Then, it became apparent that the swirling snowflakes seemed to be drawn by a strange force, circling around White-Brow and swiftly forming a massive snowball that shot toward his sole opponent.

Whoosh—

But immediately after, the faint sound of chains clinking suddenly reached their ears, unsettling both mind and body.

Xiao Cangtian quietly extended a finger, appearing utterly devoid of strength. Yet the moment it touched the snowball, it revealed an unfathomable, almost supernatural power.

The snowball not only halted its forward momentum but was infinitely compressed by an invisible force.

Under the stunned gazes of the crowd, the one-meter-diameter snowball shrank in the blink of an eye to the size of a fist, hovering in mid-air.

Then, a bony fist struck out violently, squarely hitting the center of the snowball.

Whoosh—In an instant, the howling wind and crashing waves felt even more bone-chilling than the bitter cold of winter.

Elder White-Brow witnessed this and, to be honest, couldn’t help but feel shocked.

Generally speaking, even if Xiao Cangtian had regained control of his Dantian Qi Sea after being imprisoned for thirty years, he shouldn’t have been able to wield it so effortlessly so quickly.

But reality was reality. Without a second thought, Elder White-Brow stepped forward and threw a Cannon Blast punch.

Boom!

Surprisingly, the soft snowball erupted with a deafening roar upon impact.

The sound was as sharp and resonant as clashing metal, echoing far and wide.

Upon closer inspection, although Elder White-Brow had shattered the snowball with his punch, he was also sent flying backward by the violent force.

Seeing this, the corners of Xiao Cangtian’s mouth curled inexplicably. He then took half a step, leaving a faint afterimage in his wake.

Elder White-Brow, faced with the incoming attack, showed no panic. He shifted his feet rapidly, not only dispersing the immense force but also defying logic by leaping back into the fray.

“Xiao Cangtian, today I will wash away my past shame!”

Ten Transformations Xingyi!

Yet Xiao Cangtian paid no heed, his movements swift as lightning, darting back and forth with half-steps.

At that moment, an illusion seemed to appear before everyone’s eyes—eight Dark Iron chains binding Xiao Cangtian’s limbs.

The Dragon King’s bizarre movements, seemingly redundant as they shifted forward and backward, were astonishingly fast, embodying profound mastery of Martial Studies.

In the blink of an eye, the two met amidst the swirling snow, engaging in a long-overdue battle with the insights they had gained.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Their fists thundered, each strike roaring in the ears.

Their intertwined fists flashed like lightning in a storm, a visual spectacle of raw power.

This barbaric combat style offered more than just a visual impact—it was as if they were debating through Martial Studies who truly reigned supreme!

No one could deny their shock at this sight.

Even Ye Kuang was no exception. This was, in fact, his first time witnessing a battle between Dao Inquiry masters.

No matter how he had imagined it, he never expected a Dao Inquiry clash to be so terrifying.

Whether in speed or power, it was worlds apart from the capabilities of Innate experts.

Despite Ye Kuang’s own strength, he couldn’t even discern how many exchanges had occurred between them.

For a moment, all he could see were two blurred afterimages passing each other, accompanied by the constant roar of thunder in his ears.

Witnessing this, Ling Yun couldn’t help but gasp, “This is too horrifying.”

Ye Kuang’s face also paled upon hearing this. It was only now that he realized the Elder had never fought him with full strength before.

Even now, he felt immense pressure, let alone back when he hadn’t yet broken through to Kongming.

This realization, however, ignited a silent fighting spirit within Ye Kuang.

The battle before him indirectly broadened his horizons.

Whoosh!

Just then, Ye Kuang’s ears perked up—he heard that elusive flute sound once again.

In that instant, even Ling Yun trembled with excitement.

Ye Kuang: “Senior Brother Ling, did you hear it too?”

Ling Yun: “Yes, this is indeed Honored Master’s Formless Flute Sound Skill!”

Hearing this, Ye Kuang clenched his fists tightly and roared, “Let’s go!”

Bang!As soon as the words fell, he abruptly took a forceful step forward. Despite the ground’s extreme sturdiness, countless spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread across it.

Ye Kuang, on the other hand, dashed out at full speed, pushing his velocity to the absolute limit!

This scene naturally drew dozens of murderous, interlocking gazes.