Chapter 307: Exploded at a Glance

Boom!

With a single punch, Kuangfeng Quan unleashed the Gale Fist. A violent gust howled through heaven and earth, and before the force of the punch had even descended, its overwhelming pressure was enough to make one’s body tremble.

Qin Qin stood still, slowly raising her hand to remove her blindfold.

The moment her gaze fell upon the figure of Kuangfeng Quan within the gale, time seemed to freeze, and the roaring wind halted along with it.

The cultivators of the Twin King Alliance all looked at Kuangfeng Quan in confusion, each with the same question in mind: why didn’t the Eighteenth Leader strike and eliminate this woman?

But soon, everyone understood. The instant the punch’s wind dissipated, a black-and-white light engulfed Kuangfeng Quan, swallowing him whole until nothing remained.

Silence—absolute stillness. One could hear a pin drop.

The cultivators of the Twin King Alliance stared in shock, their eyes nearly falling out of their sockets.

In this desert, Kuangfeng Quan was known as the strongest under the Nirvana Realm.

Yet he had been erased simply by the woman’s single glance.

Who were these people, and why had they appeared here?

After finishing Kuangfeng Quan, Qin Qin slowly put her blindfold back on and said coldly, “Leave, or die.”

At her words, not one member of the Twin King Alliance dared to speak. They instinctively stepped back.

“Impressive—truly impressive. I have roamed the desert for many years, yet this is my first time seeing such strange eyes. Your background must be extraordinary, yes?”

A voice tinged with admiration suddenly came from the sky, followed by a man stepping through the air. At his waist hung a large saber, and merely standing above the crowd, he radiated immense pressure.

“Who are you?” Qin Qin asked.

The man spoke unhurriedly. “I am one of the masters of the Twin King Alliance—the Desert Cold Saber King.”

“So you are one of the Twin Kings. I am Qin Qin, disciple under Half-Saint Chu of Wendao Academy. The world calls me the White-Clothed Zither Demon.”

Her tone remained as cold and detached as ever.

White-Clothed Zither Demon!

The cultivators of the Twin King Alliance turned pale at the name. Though the desert lay in the northwest of the Xuantian Continent, they were not ignorant of the outside world.

All the more so because, years ago, the White-Clothed Zither Demon had made her name by trampling upon the disciples of the Dayan Holy Land.

Instinctively, they glanced at the ancient zither in her arms, and their belief in her identity deepened.

Even the Desert Cold Saber King revealed a trace of astonishment. In his impression, the White-Clothed Zither Demon had a life-and-death grudge with the Dayan Holy Land and rarely left Wendao Academy.

Why would she appear here, thousands of miles away in the desert?

But could anyone in this world truly dare to impersonate a disciple of Wendao Academy?

“What proof do you have that you are the White-Clothed Zither Demon of legend?”

The Desert Cold Saber King did not strike but instead probed with a question.

Before Qin Qin could answer, a voice laced with amusement came from the crowd.

“Brother, you’re being far too cautious. This little girl says she’s the White-Clothed Zither Demon and you believe her? If you let her go just like that, how will our Twin King Alliance maintain its standing in the desert in the future?”

The Desert Cold Saber King’s expression darkened at the words, and he turned his head to see a burly, round-bellied monk step out from the crowd.

The man’s pace was unhurried, yet with each step, the ground trembled slightly beneath him.

“Old Sixth, since when is it your turn to interrupt when I am speaking?”

Though the Desert Cold Saber King’s tone was calm, everyone could hear the displeasure in his voice.

Old Sixth grinned. “Don’t be angry, Brother. I just think there’s no need for you to trouble yourself with this group of juniors. No matter their background, let me slaughter them all and be done with it. Even if this woman is a Holy Land disciple, as long as no one lives, who would know it was us? Besides, their sudden appearance in the heart of our Twin King Alliance’s territory is suspicious in itself.”

At these words, the Desert Cold Saber King narrowed his eyes. “Very well, I’ll leave these juniors to you. With your Nirvana Realm cultivation, Iron Monk, it should be no problem to deal with a group of Path Union and Spirit Nurturing juniors.”

Iron Monk thumped his chest. “Rest assured, Brother, I won’t disappoint you.”

With that, he stepped forward, lifting a hand to beckon to Xiao Chen and the others. “Come at me together, juniors. Let me, Iron Monk, see the means of your Wendao Academy.”

“Heh.”

From the crowd, Cao Youqian chuckled. “Iron Monk, was it? To deal with you, why would we need to attack together? Since you want to witness the methods of our Miscellaneous Dao Institute, I, Cao Youqian, will oblige you!”

“Peerless Overlord Fist!”

“Is it really him?”

“It should be. Among today’s youth, no one else is this arrogant.”

The members of the Twin King Alliance whispered amongst themselves, their every word reaching Iron Monk’s ears. Yet he felt no fear at the name; instead, he grew more excited.

He had been a monk who broke his vows, fleeing to the desert to live a life on the edge of a blade. He had no idea how many disciples of prestigious sects he had killed.

Iron Monk grinned. “Peerless Overlord Fist, is it? I’ve heard your divine fists are unmatched. Today, I’ll see if they can break my Vajra Indestructible Body.”

“Interesting.”

Cao Youqian stretched his muscles. “Since you’re so eager to die, then come. But there’s no room to fight here. How about you and I battle in the air?”

“Good!!!”

Without hesitation, Iron Monk leapt into the sky, and Cao Youqian followed close behind.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

They exchanged heavy blows from the start, each strike resonating through the heavens.

Seeing this, Xiao Chen also stepped into the air, locking his gaze on the Desert Cold Saber King.

“Junior, are you trying to launch a sneak attack?”

The Desert Cold Saber King narrowed his eyes at Xiao Chen, his hand resting on his saber’s hilt. These young people before him felt far too strange.

From what he knew, just a few years ago, the Peerless Overlord Fist had been no more than a Spirit Nurturing junior, yet now he was a Path Union cultivator.

Such cultivation speed was terrifying, and they must hold some great secret unknown to others.

To say he wasn’t tempted would be a lie, but the Desert Cold Saber King was shrewd and would never act without certainty. He had been waiting for the arrival of the White Feather King.

Xiao Chen smiled. “No, I’m here to guard against you sneaking up on Daqian.”

“Oh?”

A trace of impatience flashed in the Desert Cold Saber King’s eyes. “Junior, how dare you insult me!”

Xiao Chen’s expression remained calm. “Could it be I’ve struck a nerve?”

“Hmph!”

The Desert Cold Saber King gave a cold snort. “No. I’m simply waiting for someone. And now… he has arrived.”

As his words fell, a white figure shot toward them from the distant horizon.

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