UNBEATABLE
Crawl from Here
Chapter 118: Crawling from Here
A brilliant smile flashed across Senior Brother Wu's face seeing Huang Xiaolong and Fei Hou standing up, praising them generously: "The younger brother is really someone who knows how to bend where the wind blows, wise man!"
He assumed the two people were standing up because Huang Xiaolong had considered the situation properly and was planning to leave.
"Wait on! Senior Brother Wu, isn't it too generous to let them go just like that?” The tall and skinny young man who was speaking suddenly spoke up again.
"Right, they can't just leave here!" Another young man in the group, a fat man quipped in support.
Senior Brother Wu looked at his two Young Brothers wryly: “This..?”.
The tall and thin young man directed his words at Huang Xiaolong and Fei Hou, “For Senior Brother Wu's sake, we won't embarrass you too much. How about this, you two can leave but you guys have to crawl through here!” Then, he stood in the middle of the road and spread out his legs, one finger pointing down his groin.
The young man and woman from the group laughed scornfully while watching from the side.
Then, Senior Brother Wu turned towards Huang Xiaolong and Fei Hou with a difficult expression on his face, “Adik, sorry, my intention is to let you leave this place peacefully, he said, but it seems like my Junior Brother intended for you to leave by crawling under his pants. I can only be a little wrong with you!”
Even he could not help but laugh out loud in the end.
“How about you say good words and plead to My Brother; maybe this way you don't need to crawl under his pants to go!” He suggested while laughing in an uncontrollable manner.
However, before the first laughter tone fell, a claw appeared and the sound of his warm laughter was suddenly cut off. He looked at Huang Xiaolong in shock and fear.
At this point, Huang Xiaolong's hand gripped his throat firmly, crushing his throat as blood slowly gushed out.
"Who told you we wanted to go?" Huang Xiaolong's cold eyes were fixed on this Senior Brother Wu and then his hands exerted a slight pressure; the sound of broken bones crackling as loud as thunder. Senior Brother Wu's eyes bulged out from his eye sockets as he looked at Huang Xiaolong with fear. In the next moment, his head drooped limp to one side and his body fell to the ground. A group of young people watched in bewilderment as Huang Xiaolong smashed Senior Brother Wu's throat, their laughter disappeared; the turn of events was too sudden.
This included the tall, skinny young man standing in the middle of the road with his legs stretched out waiting for Huang Xiaolong and Fei Hou to crawl down. He was petrified like a statue, remaining in the same position.
Furthermore, his widened legs began to tremble uncontrollably.
In a split second Senior Brother Wu's soft body fell to the ground, Fei Hou behind Huang Xiaolong flashed, and in an instant reached the tall, skinny young man. Lifting one foot upwards, Fei Hou sent a ruthless kick towards him. However, the kick was not aimed at the chest; fei Hou's kick went straight to the center********** the young man.
A clear and sharp voice sounded no different from the sound of a broken egg.
The tall, skinny man howled tragically like a pig who was suffocating while being slaughtered while clutching his 'tool', jumping around in pain.
"My thing!"
“My bar is broken!!”
He shouted senselessly.
At this moment, the rest of the group finally recovered.
"Sister Zhang!" The fat man rushed towards the tall, skinny young man and asked anxiously, "Sister Zhang, how bad are your injuries?"
Clearly, his words were exaggerated; the 'tool' of the tall skinny young man was crushed, how well could he survive?
The rest surrounded Huang Xiaolong and Fei Hou in the middle with quick action.
"You actually dared to kill a disciple from my Nine Phoenix Valley!" The young lady who wanted to kill Huang Xiaolong and Fei Hou immediately shouted.
In fact, he already knew that this group of young men and women were disciples of the Nine Phoenix Valley; once when he was training in the Silvermoon Forest, he was in the process, he found a cycad tree in the underground cave and had also killed two disciples from the Valley of the Nine Phoenix at that time.
He even found a book called Treasure Mirror from one of the corpses.
So what if I kill him? The young lady's anger peaked at Huang Xiaolong's reply. However, just as he wanted to attack, another young lady behind him held him back and coaxed, "Sister Feng, it's not too late to make a move after Master is here!"
Senior Brother Wu is an early Eighth Order whereas Senior Brother Zhang is the pinnacle of the late Seventh Order; regardless of their strength, none of them managed to dodge Huang Xiaolong and Fei Hou's attacks. In the opinion of the girl, even though they had more people, it was not a guarantee that they could fight against these two opponents.
Senior Brother Feng hesitated when he heard this.
Seeing their reactions, Huang Xiaolong sent an eye signal to Fei Hou and Fei Hou nodded cleverly. A long sword appeared in his hand and swung out, a beam of sword light flickered and disappeared.
The tall, thin young man who was jumping around everywhere clutching *********** his pants while howling, suddenly stopped all his movements without any sign. His hands loosened, his eyes widened as he fell to the ground.
Bright red blood spurted out like a fountain.
"Sister Zhang!"
The nine Phoenix disciples surrounding Huang Xiaolong and Fei Hou in a circle screamed and shouted, terrified.
The fat retreated in fear.
But, just as he retreated, Fei Hou waved his long sword again and another sword beam flashed; like a tall, skinny young man, the fatty fell limp.
Watching the tall, skinny, and fat man being killed with just a single strike from Fei Hou's long sword, the remaining disciples of the Nine Phoenix Valley turned green.
“Everything fearless, we–!” Before he could finish what he wanted to say, he felt his throat being squeezed tightly, and could not breathe as his pupils shrank in fear when he saw it was Huang Xiaolong at the end of an arm.
“Wu oo oo!” He struggled to say talk.
A cold light shone in Huang Xiaolong's eyes, exerting pressure on his throat and this Senior Sister Feng died with her mouth agape.
"You're right; no need for nonsense, killing directly is the best way!” Huang Xiaolong muttered in agreement with a cold expression on his face; his right hand released him and his body collapsed to the ground.
The screams of the Nine Valley Phoenix disciples filled the air, and they retreated as far away from Huang Xiaolong as possible.
Fei Hou remained standing at the same spot. Lifting up his long sword, he made a gesture that was considered extremely strange in the eyes of the Nine Phoenix Valley disciples; fei Hou pointed the tip of the sword at the sky and slashed down with a sudden movement. Countless rays of sword light broke out from the long sword like bright blooming flowers in the air.
The sword flower spun at high speed, going back and forth beside this disciple of the Nine Phoenix Valley. Before disappearing, a group of young men and women fell to the ground one by one, each marked with a charming flower sword emblem on their necks with red blood flowing out from the flower emblem, which was the symbol of the flower, make the ground red.
Somewhat far away, the audience who were happy while enjoying the good show of difficulty Huang Xiaolong and Fei Hou instantly showed respect on their faces given their strength.
"Who dares to kill a disciple from my Nine Phoenix Valley ?!" As soon as these disciples fell to the ground, from afar, furious howls pierced through the air and silhouettes came piercing towards the mountain where Huang Xiaolong was. The flood of spear images swirled like a strong wind, leading to Fei Hou's chest.
Fei Hou's eyes narrowed solemnly and the long sword in his hand slashed through countless sword light storms, smashing into the incoming spear.
~Zi~ A series of explosions echoed, stirring the airflow and giving rise to strong winds, sweeping in four directions. Opponent's feet touching the ground – it was a middle-aged man.
The robe that the middle-aged man wore was similar to the robe that was on the disciples of the Nine Phoenix Valley; only the color of the mythical bird on his chest was different. As the middle-aged man floated down, his internal blood flow was chaotic. He looked at Fei Hou in shock, and at this moment, three other old men wearing Elder robes from the Nine Phoenix Valley rushed over with a whistling wind behind them.
