Chapter 836 - Whose blade is faster

The King of Blades stopped teasing Curisa. He studied Xiao Luo from head to toe. "You look pretty decent. It is no wonder our Holy Lord fell for you during her heavenly trials in your world," he said.

"Fell for him? Pah, as if..! Our Holy Lord had turned into a mortal, and this son of a b*tch took advantage of her. The Holy Lord is our Goddess. This son of a b*tch has stained her. I am going to end his dog life!" shouted the King of Thunder. He gritted his teeth and stared at Xiao Luo with a pair of raging old eyes.

"You better be careful. Our Holy Lord might punish you for abusing your power," the King of Blades teased.

"Nonsense. Our Holy Lord is understanding. There is no way she will punish me," replied the King of Thunder. He was neither worried nor bothered.

King of Blades laughed and added, "Have you forgotten? When our Holy Lord regained her memory and cultivation level, she gave Curisa such a good beating that he even puked blood."

The memory of the incident brought a bitter smile to Curisa's lips. The Holy Lord had beaten him up because he humiliated the man from the Xiao Clan when they were back in the Original World.

The King of Thunder could think of nothing to say to support his argument. Upon her return, the Holy Lord had indeed changed from how she acted in the past.

"I am not, by any means, lecturing you. However, King of Thunder, you have liked the Holy Lord for thousands of years. Why do you not confess to her? You are always keeping it quiet, yet you continuously harp on about how you've taken a fancy to her. You are behaving like a little girl. Even I am feeling embarrassed for you," added the King of War with a look of disdain. He had been standing on the side, picking his nose, when he joined the conversation.

The King of Thunder's face turned red. "B*stard! It is my problem. Why are you concerned about it?"

"I just cannot stand watching you behave in such a manner," answered the King of War.

"It is none of your business. So if you cannot stand it, just hut your stinky mouth up!"

"Huh… are you itching all over? Are you looking for a fight?" asked the King of War, as he rolled up his sleeves, getting into the mood for a fight.

The King of Thunder swung the war hammer in his hand and replied, "Alright, let us fight then. Do you think I am afraid of a muscle man like you?"

The more they spoke, the more heated they both got. The two Kings stared at each other with blazing eyes. Their majestic auras emanated from their bodies and quickly spread across the surrounding like a raging wave. Rocks on the ground floated up, the air became frigid, and the dense atmosphere was suffocating.

Curisa slapped his forehead with his palm, feeling lost for words. It looked like the four Kings still could not get along with one another. A conflict would always occur every time they met.

"Can the both of you stop it?"

The King of Swords, who had been silent all the while, suddenly spoke with a stony expression.

When he stepped in to intervene, the color on their faces changed a little. They glared at one another and withdrew their auras. They sneered at each other and then stood with their backs facing each other.

The Light Clan warriors looked at the King of Swords with respect and worship. Only the King of Swords, the strongest fighter there, could stop the heated argument between the two Kings with a single sentence.

"The both of you are more than thousands of years old. Can you not be more mature? Try to learn to be like both of us. Ming and I are the ones who know how to behave with dignity," said the King of Blades as he swept his hair back casually.

"Tsk!"

The King of Thunder was not the least bit bothered, displaying a look of contempt on his face.

"Hey, Li. What is that look on your face? I know my face is unmatched. Girls fall for me as soon as they look at me. Even men admire my good looks. I know what you are thinking. Both you and War are envious and jealous of my face. But what a pity—this perfectly sculptured face has been with me since I came out of my mother's womb. You guys cannot have a face like mine," King of Blades confidently goaded, sweeping the fringe in front of his forehead to the side.

Envious and jealous of his looks?

"Wek!"

The King of Thunder felt like he was about to puke. It was not just him, but the entire Light Clan warriors around them felt sick and wanted to throw up as well. If one had to rank the Four Kings in terms of looks, then the King of Blades would be last in place. Even if one considered the entire Light Clan, the King of Blade would easily rank amongst the last few. They did not know where he found the confidence to boast about his looks.

"Hey, hey, hey, that is too much. If you keep behaving like that, I will not let you admire my handsome looks anymore in the future," said the King of Blades. He frowned when he noticed that the King of Thunder threw him a disgusted look.

The King of Thunder shouted at him, "Who would want to admire your ugly face? You do not even know how ugly you are. You convince yourself that you look handsome. Your mum's butt is more handsome than you."

"Plain jealousy! You are envious of me!" The King of Blades was supremely confident of his looks.

"That is enough!"

Xiao Luo had heard enough of the nonsense. He walked forward and pointed his Dragon Saber at the Four Kings of the Holy Land of the Light Clan. Brimming with fighting spirit, he asked, "Do I take you one by one, or do I just take on all of you at once?"

"Hiss!"

All the warriors from the Light Clan gasped. They wondered just how insane the brat was for him to provoke their kings in such a manner.

The color on Duck Emperor's face changed a little as well. He said nervously, "Screw his ducking grandfather. God-damn brat is indeed a god-damn brat. He is so arrogant no matter what situation he finds himself in."

"Luo has what it takes to be arrogant. No need to be afraid," Ghost said. She did not worry at all.

But Duck Emperor was worried and replied, "Little girl, you cannot say that. The Four Kings of the Light Clan are powerful fighters at the Martial Saint level. There are four of them against him. No matter how bad they are, there is no way they are going to lose. If we had not picked up some treasures from Tarawa City to increase our chances of winning, I would have run away by now."

"Then you go ahead. Just Luo and I are enough," Ghost replied.

Duck Emperor was speechless.

When Xiao Luo shouted at them, the King of Blades, who had a sluggish appearance, looked stunned. Two cold specks of light gleamed in his eyes. Then, with a lop-sided smile, he mocked, "It seems like he underestimates us."

"Let this King here take him down!" exclaimed the King of Thunder, tightly gritting his teeth.

"Let me do it." The King of War was one step ahead.

King of Thunder stopped him and added, "Do you not know the rule of "First come, first serve"?"

To his taunt, the King of War replied, "Whoever is stronger gets to go first."

"Then it would be me," uttered the King of Thunder.

"Are you sure?" asked the King of War as he shot out two flashes of cold light.

"I am sure!"

The both of them refused to give in.

"Haha, haha… let me go first then," said the King of Blades.

He laughed out loud as he spoke. He immediately dashed out so swiftly that it looked as if his body had turned into an apparition. The King of Blade stood in front of Xiao Luo. They were ten meters apart from each other. "Let me introduce myself first. I am the King of Blades, Tie!"

"Xiao Luo!" Xiao Luo returned the courtesy and introduced himself as well.

The Blade King looked at the Dragon Saber and laughed as he spoke, "You and I both wield a blade. We do not know whose blade is stronger."

"Shall we find out then?"

Xiao Luo said with an aloof smile. He pulled out his Dragon Saber and swung it forcefully.

A crimson-black colored blade light about ten meters long shot right up into the sky. It shone a subdued pinkish hue, similar to the color of clouds at the break of dawn. The crimson-black light cut right through the air and headed straight at the King of Blades. It was a powerful ray of light brimming with a murderous aura.

In an instant, the smile on King of Blade's face vanished. He pulled his blade out as well.

His blade light was a golden color, and it transformed into a ferocious dragon, roaring out loud. It headed toward the crimson-black blade light.

BOOM!

Two overwhelming forces collided in the air in a resounding thunderous rumble. A gale blew, the ground shook, and the terrifying burst of energy turned into a violent storm, blowing the Light Clan warriors along with it.

Both of them took a step back.

"Your blade is pretty strong. Come, let us see whose blade is faster!"

King of Blade laughed with excitement. He took a step back with his right foot, quickly stabilizing his body, then bounded straight at Xiao Luo.

Xiao Luo showed no fear. He advanced toward the Blade King to finish him off.