“Where is my wife?”

  Xiao Luo scowled at Curisa. The energy swelled in Xiao Luo’s body and his black hair was tossed about although there was no wind. Filled with murderous intent, he slowly unsheathed the Dragon Blade.

  “Are you trying to insult our Holy Lord? A remnant of the Xiao clan has no right to meet her!” Curisa retorted.

  “Alright, then I shall get rid of you!”

  Xiao Luo said with a ruthless smile. A deadly beam shot out from the dazzling, blood-colored Dragon Blade. A crimson flame soared into the sky and the injured Light Clan members could feel a frigid wind coming from the blade.

  Curisa’s face paled and he became anxious. He stood in a ready stance, prepared to face the onslaught from his enemy. Bean-sized drops of sweat trickled down his forehead. The Xiao Luo at present was no longer the same ignorant and weak person from before. At present, he was not someone Curisa could walk all over. Certainly not someone he should underestimate.

  “Curisa, you humiliated me the last time we met. And now, I shall return the same courtesy to you!”

  Xiao Luo snarled at Curisa. The Dragon Blade instantly reacted to Xiao Luo’s rage and rang in an ear-piercing blast. The blade radiated a brilliant, crimson-black ray of light that shot from the sky like a majestic rainbow. It was unstoppable.

  Curisa pulled out his blade and a silver beam appeared, shooting toward the crimson-black light. It resembled a raging dragon snarling fiercely with its claws out.

  However, the minute it came into contact with the crimson-black light, the dragon instantly vanished. The crimson-black light had devoured it. Suddenly, Curisa could no longer see Xiao Luo and everything seemed washed in the crimson-black light.

  Without warning, a deadly blade of light shot toward him at an incredible speed. Curisa fell to his knees, then swerved his body to the side as the ray of light lashed at him.

  For a moment, it appeared the lethal ray of light had only slashed into Curisa’s afterimage and he managed to evade it. But he was not safe even after his maneuver for the crimson-black light followed him and struck him as he tried to fly away.

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  “Urrgh!”

  Curisa spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and cried in pain. After crashing to the ground, his face turned as white as a sheet.

  One move was all it took to defeat Curisa. Just one move!

  It was the greatest humiliation ever. The man whom Curisa scorned had defeated him in a single exchange. It was only two months ago that he had easily beaten Xiao Luo. How was this even possible? He ignored the pain and flipped himself back on his feet. Breathing heavily, he stared at Xiao Luo.

  “Alright, not bad! You are still alive after one strike!”

  Xiao Luo mocked. He didn’t think Curisa was a good person, anyway. So, it would not be unreasonable if he sought revenge over a minor grievance. Xiao Luo felt good about having the power to punish Curisa mercilessly. He felt an uncontrollable rush of fury.

  Curisa could say nothing in response. His face flushed like someone had slapped him in the face. Gritting his teeth, he held his sword with both hands and got ready to do battle with Xiao Luo again.

  Xiao Luo looked at him with a wry smile, then drew his Dragon Blade once more.

  The crimson-black beam of energy sliced through the air, and the sky turned a deep crimson color. The length of the sword energy was immeasurable, and it blazed like red-hot magma escaping from a volcano. As the beam rose into the sky, it struck toward Curisa at lightning speed in a display of brilliant colors.

  The Dragon Saber was a terrifying weapon!

  Curisa did not even dare to draw his sword to defend himself when he saw the power of Dragon Saber unleashed. He stared at it in despair with wide-open eyes. For a moment, time had stood still, and all was quiet. In Curisa’s mind, there was only one thought—it was over.

  He closed his eyes in despair, waiting for the Dragon Saber to end his life. It was all he could do.

  At that crucial moment, another blinding blade of energy sliced through the air. It was not inferior to Dragon Saber and intercepted the crimson-black blade.

  BOOM!

  A loud explosion shook heaven and earth. Both the blades of energy vanished instantly. The impact was tremendous and resulted in a blast that spread outward and extended over a vast area.

  Curisa was the first to be knocked back, and a moment later, everyone else was sent flying. The energy roared like a beast and blew like a raging storm. Ghost stood some distance away and had the protection of the Phantom Dancer. Yet, she still felt the pressure of the energy pushing against her chest, and it was an uncomfortable feeling.

  Only after five or six breaths did the energy finally dissipate.

  Xiao Luo staggered back before he stabilized himself after taking two steps. Although he had yet to spot the person who had blocked his attack, he knew it was the King of Swords—one of the Four Kings of the Holy Land of the Light Clan.

  “Cough, cough, cough…”

  Curisa fell onto the ground, coughing out blood. The energy in his body was in disarray, and he felt searing pain going through his entire body. He painfully lifted his head. A man with a haughty demeanor and god-like aura stood right before him.

  At first, Curisa looked stunned, then with a grateful smile, he said, “King! Ah… you came in the nick of time!”

  There was a sense of deep respect in the tone of his voice.

  The man in a white robe with an arrogant aura was Ming!

  “Not only is your King here. We are all here as well!”

  A teasing voice floated from across the grounds. Three more figures advanced to his side, walking casually like they were taking a stroll in the courtyard. Behind them, they each were accompanied by a designated assistant.

  “King of War, King of Blades, King of Thunder!”

  Curisa opened his eyes in surprise, swallowing a bit of saliva. All four Kings had gathered together. Curisa knew better than anyone that the Four Kings from the Holy Land of the Light Clan did not see eye to eye with each other. After all, he was the designated assistant for the King of Swords. The Kings despised one another, and it was almost impossible to see them together. The appearance of all four Kings together was something that would probably occur once in a century.

  The severely injured warriors from the Light Clan had mixed feelings when the four Kings appeared. They were elated at seeing their presence, but at the same time felt the sudden urge to cry, knowing what was to become of them. Still, they glared at Xiao Luo with hatred in their eyes and believed that with the Kings there, the brat would soon be killed for sure.

  “So, this is the descendant of the Xiao clan from the Original World? He is indeed powerful. Who would have imagined he could easily defeat Curisa with such ease? If Ming had not arrived on time, I am afraid that attack would have taken his life.” One of the three, the sloppy-looking one with a beard and messy hair and a wine gourd hanging around his waist, stared at Xiao Luo as he spoke. He then turned to look at Curisa with a slight raise of his eyebrows, showing surprise in his eyes.

  When Curisa heard that, he could feel his face burning, but felt compelled to acknowledge the king respectfully. “King of Blades is right. I am not as strong as he is. I am not his match at all!”

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