Chapter 907 Royal Treasures: The Four Flame Banners

Xiao Cang took the initiative to challenge him.

The nine elders breathed a sigh of relief, finally able to catch their breath.

If they were to fight Wang Xiaoke to the death again, these old bones of theirs would truly fall apart.

"The old man... he really took that step and advanced to the half-step Nascent Soul stage!"

"God bless my people! God bless my people! Hahaha!"

Xiao Huai-ren could not hide his excitement.

Mo Shenyuan and the others are dead. A half-step god is already a supreme being of heaven and earth!

Once the Wang family brat is eliminated, who will dare to oppose them?

"Why wouldn't I dare?"

Wang Xiaoke stretched and smiled at Xiao Cang.

"Half-step into the Divine Transformation realm, you're perfect for practicing on and getting some exercise."

"You're really a bit too arrogant, brat!"

Xiao Cang bent his knee and stomped down, and the void seemed to be dented by his foot.

A fierce wind swept through the heavens, and Wang Xiaoke followed closely behind, arriving in the vast void.

Looking at each other speechless.

Both of them unleashed terrifying auras and charged towards each other.

"The true form of the Flame Sparrow!"

Black flames erupted from Xiao Cang's body, and his punch caused the world to chirp with joy.

The phantom of a ghostly bird attached itself to the fist; the power of that punch was unimaginable…

Wang Xiaoke drew his right fist and took three steps to strike him head-on.

The surging blood and qi within his body overflowed and dyed a large area of ​​the void red.

Xiao Cang's expression changed in surprise, and he increased the force to force Wang Xiaoke back.

"As expected of a half-saint, let's go again."

Wang Xiaoke steadied himself, leaped half a zhang into the air, and attacked his face again.

A million fists flashed, some real, some fake, but Xiao Cang's eyes sharpened as he steadily caught the fist.

Then, his five fingers transformed into claws, tearing open the void with a single claw, and ripped straight into the chest.

Wang Xiaoke raised his arm to block the attack, using the force to fly backwards for dozens of meters.

Looking closer, the sleeves were torn, and three bloody streaks were left on the skin.

"That old scoundrel reacted quite quickly; he's a good sparring partner."

Wang Xiaoke was full of fighting spirit, and after making a joke, his speed suddenly increased.

With each breath, the two collided several times in the void.

At the same time, their auras rose, and the momentum of their battle grew increasingly powerful.

The tribesmen below could not see it with the naked eye; the only thing they could see was the twinkling lights in the night sky, the waves of air spreading out and rising again, and the sounds that never ceased.

Xiao Huai-ren, his robes fluttering, looked up to observe the movements of the two men.

"The old man has the upper hand. Once he adapts to the power of a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator, what will that brat of the Wang family have to resist? Don't think that just because he has a little talent he can be lawless!"

Xiao Hong shook her head: "We haven't given it our all yet, don't be too happy too soon."

Xiao Huai-ren remained silent.

He had seen Wang Xiaoke in action; his swordsmanship was the most astonishing.

But that time, he relied on consuming a secret pill, which allowed him to unleash several times his normal power...

In terms of background and strength, he felt that Xiao Cang had a better chance of winning.

After more than a hundred rounds of fighting, Wang Xiaoke and Xiao Cang fought to a standstill.

boom!

Xiao Cang seized the opportunity and punched Wang Xiaoke in the chest.

The expected severe injury did not occur. Instead, it felt like hitting a meteorite. The boy withstood the attack head-on and launched a lightning-fast downward assault.

Xiao Cang distanced himself, secretly alarmed; this was probably a transformed great demon!

Just now, I was testing the waters.

He was imbued with spiritual energy in both his offense and defense, while Wang Xiaoke relied purely on physical strength, attacking with brute force.

It is comparable to a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, and even stronger than a great demon of the same level.

"It hurts so much."

Wang Xiaoke rubbed his chest, finally no longer suppressing his cultivation aura.

"Old fool, the real show is just beginning. Stop holding back and show us your best skills and trump cards."

Wang Xiaoke grinned and vanished into thin air in the blink of an eye.

Xiao Cang looked on alert as a figure suddenly appeared in mid-air from his left.

"Humph!"

He pierced Wang Xiaoke's chest with a claw, but then he slowly dissipated.

"Afterimage?"

Xiao Cang suddenly turned around, his powerful aura gathering, and clashed fists and palms with Wang Xiaoke.

The brute force, far exceeding that of a Nascent Soul cultivator, shocked Xiao Cang into disbelief. He then staggered backward, his arm going numb.

Not only Xiao Cang was shocked, but everyone below felt their hearts stop.

"How is this possible? It was actually the Ancestor who stepped back!"

"What an abnormally powerful physical body! Is he a physical cultivator?"

"Hiss... Even a Nascent Soul cultivator in the early stages might not be able to withstand one of his punches."

The elders and clansmen were shocked, their faces filled with disbelief.

A mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, capable of forcing a half-step Divine Transformation cultivator to retreat, even if it's just by one step—no one would believe it if you told them. Just how monstrous is he?

In the path of cultivation, the gap between each realm is vast. To truly describe the difference between two realms, the Nascent Soul cultivator's magical power is like a river or stream, while the Half-Step Divine Transformation cultivator, aside from their divine consciousness, possesses magical power like an polar glacier.

They are not on the same level at all.

This is the difference in realm. A mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator who can fight against a peak Nascent Soul cultivator is already considered a prodigy, let alone shake the Divine Transformation realm...

After they separated, Xiao Cangxian couldn't contain himself. He beckoned a dark bird that circled over and, as the dark light swirled, it transformed into a three-foot-long whip.

"Myriad Transformations Divine Whip!"

With a single whip strike, countless Dao principles condense into a long rainbow, distorting space wherever it passes.

He's getting serious; this move contains the power of a half-saint!

Wang Xiaoke summoned the Xuanling Seal and held it in front of him like a small mountain.

A flash of inspiration.

Wang Xiaoke and Lingyin retreated a hundred meters, dissipating the power of the rainbow.

"You old bastard, catch this!"

The Daoist aura surged in the void, and Wang Xiaoke's clear eyes flashed with divine light. The entire Xuanling Seal swelled a hundredfold, as if a milky white immortal mountain had crashed down.

Xiao Cang's eyelids twitched.

Where did you get that innate spiritual treasure, you little bastard? You just love smashing people like that.

"Heaven and earth turn upside down, a single whip cuts through the Milky Way."

The Xuan Whip stirred up a galaxy, forming a tangible galaxy wave. The moment it struck the Xuanling Seal, countless stars crashed into the Great Mountain.

With an endless roar, the space within a radius of a thousand feet trembled, and the surrounding void cracked outwards, with cracks spreading in all directions like a spider web, extending for a full hundred meters.

With the blessing of the Void Laws, the Mysterious Spirit Seal is more than ten times stronger than before.

Seeing this power, Xiao Huai-ren and the others were filled with fear...

Beneath that great seal, besides the immense power of hundreds of dragons and elephants, there was also a suppressive force that sealed off the surrounding void, condensing the air near Xiao Cang into steel, thus firmly binding him.

"Minor mastery of the laws?"

A look of surprise flashed in Xiao Cang's eyes. Was this power really what one should have at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm? He was only twenty years old, so how could he surpass him?

"Little brat, wait until I've subdued you before slowly exploring your legacy."

"Wake it up for me!"

A surge of powerful Dao principles erupted, and Xiao Cang unleashed a raging purple true flame. Petals of fire lotus burned the void, and even the great seal was forced back by his power.

Wang Xiaoke remained calm throughout: "The fire element law that I comprehended."

He withdrew his spiritual seal, drew his sword, and prepared to end the battle quickly.

"Listening to the Wind Across the Universe".

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to Ruins".

A strange phenomenon of martial arts manifested, with lightning and thunder, and a light rain and strong wind.

Xiao Cang was locked onto by a powerful sword aura and immediately dared not hold back any longer.

Behind him, purple flames soared into the sky, and the totem engraved on the black whip shone brightly.

"Nine Netherworlds Devour Heaven, Floating Pagoda True Flame!"

A divine bird leaped out from the spirit whip, its feathers black with a purplish tinge, as if it were covered in purple flames, and flames scorched the void when it flapped its wings.

"Arrogance is a great taboo. Let's see what you're capable of."

Xiao Cang's eyes were like those of a hawk, and the hundred-foot-tall Sky-Swallowing Sparrow cried out as it rushed toward the young man in black.

The path transformed into a fiery road leading to the heavens, a truly magnificent sight.

Wang Xiaoke wielded his sword like flowing water, his sword intent merging with the thunderous waterfall. In the blink of an eye, a pillar of lightning illuminated the night sky as it slanted down from the heavens.

Howling!

The Sky-Devouring Sparrow soared upwards, opening its mouth to spew out a cluster of purple flames.

Thunder and fire clashed fiercely, a bird swallowing lightning—two great supernatural powers locked in a fierce battle.

Xiao Cang frowned: "What grade of sword technique is this?"

He had seen many sword cultivators and had even fought against Mo Shenyuan in the East Sea.

But in terms of swordsmanship alone, he's far inferior to that brat from the Wang family...

"It's fine to tell you," Wang Xiaoke said nonchalantly. "The Listening Wind Sword Technique."

"Listen to the wind?"

Xiao Cang recalled that he had never heard of it before. It seemed that none of the famous sword cultivators over the past ten thousand years had ever used this kind of sword technique.

"Unfortunately, your cultivation is insufficient, and you dare not consume the secret pill. If I were given time to break through to the half-step Nascent Soul stage, I would definitely not be your match."

"But you're still only at the Nascent Soul stage!"

A glint flashed in Xiao Cang's eyes, and the Xuanji Prisoner Whip in his hand suddenly trembled.

The divine bird opened its beak and inhaled the lightning, which transformed into a storm of thunder and fire that exploded outwards.

"Please grant me our clan's most precious treasure!"

A sharp shout.

Xiao Cang made a hand seal and chanted a secret incantation, while all the clan elders looked solemn.

The ancestral hall suddenly shook, and beams of light shot straight into the sky.

Wang Xiaoke lowered his eyes to investigate and found an extremely strong aura of a magical artifact.

"Four Directions Flame Banner, emerge!"

As Xiao Cang called out, four banners shot out from the pillar of light.