Top Grade Pure Beauty CEO-Chapter 385 - : Xiao Qing’s Anger

Chapter 385: Chapter 385: Xiao Qing’s Anger

Yun Feiyang’s momentum peaked as his black eyes flickered with extremely volatile energy, gazing directly at Li Xiaoyao, he vociferously demanded, “Li Xiaoyao, I am giving you one last chance, hand over the Spirit Stone Vein and I will spare your life.”

Li Xiaoyao snorted lightly, drawing the Seven Star Ancient Sword which hovered beside him, causing everyone’s pupils to constrict in response.

“The Flying Sword hovers, he is a Mentalist!”

Yun Feiyang was somewhat surprised and said, “I hadn’t expected you to be a Mentalist. It seems the area below the Spirit Stone Vein does indeed contain many treasures. Otherwise, how could someone with a mere mortal body suddenly possess such formidable strength?”

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Li Xiaoyao did not reply, as he was left hand forming spells, intently casting the Thunder Commanding Art, his concentration too focused to worry about anything else.

Yun Feiyang gently lifted his hand and stroked towards Li Xiaoyao, his voice drifting lightly, “Since you refuse to cede the Spirit Stone Vein, then let’s have you hand over even the last bit of fortune. After all, luck doesn’t always favor the weak.”

As Yun Feiyang’s palm bore down like a hurricane, Li Xiaoyao’s eyes suddenly narrowed and he stretched out his right hand to grasp the Precious Sword, pointing its tip towards the sky and bellowed, “Lei Lai!”

Following his thunderous cry, an unprecedented powerful aura descended from the sky.

The crowd looked upward, even Yun Feiyang’s heart jolted and he glanced skyward.

They saw that the starry night sky had unexpectedly turned into a mass of dark clouds, thick and heavy, with flashes of lightning coursing through them.

And as Li Xiaoyao shouted “Lei Lai,” an arm-thick bolt of black-purple lightning, cutting through the layers of clouds, plummeted from the heavens, aiming straight for Yun Feiyang.

“The art of drawing lightning!”

“Just as the Ghost Market rumors said, this lad knows the art of drawing lightning!”

Everyone wore a look of astonishment on their faces, their eyes widening in shock, mouths agape.

Yun Feiyang’s pupils also shrank suddenly, pulling back to stand up, he readied a punch upwards, intending to scatter the bolt of lightning.

“Boom!”

The fist, fueled by gathered Spiritual Power, collided with the lightning in a split second, sparking an unprecedented shockwave that made the eighteen-story skyscraper’s restaurant tremble violently at that moment.

The transparent glass on the roof of the restaurant was instantly shattered by the lightning, turning into a flurry of fragments that rained down. Fortunately, those present were all powerful Cultivators, and such trivial glass shards could not harm them.

As a river breeze blew by, the dust settled, and the onlookers focused their eyes to see Yun Feiyang with disheveled hair, his clothing torn in many places, appearing utterly disheveled.

Meanwhile, Li Xiaoyao stood over ten meters in front of him, with a calm demeanor, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Li Xiaoyao was indeed surprised, he knew Yun Feiyang was very powerful, but had not expected him to be so strong that even a thunderbolt couldn’t kill him.

At this moment, Yun Feiyang’s body surged with tumultuous qi and blood. The lightning bolt might not have killed him, but it had certainly inflicted serious injuries upon him.

The power of heaven and earth is always the strongest force.

What makes a Cultivator powerful is their ability to communicate with this power, harnessing the Five Element Spiritual Energy to create even more terrifying destructive forces.

But the prerequisite for that is mastering the corresponding Spells.

And the powerful Spells have long since been lost to history. Nowadays, the Earth is in the Age of Dharma Decline, with many powerful Spells having vanished without a trace.

Only within some reclusive, long-standing familial Sects that have endured for hundreds of years might one find such formidable Spells.

Of course, if one is lucky, and happens to fall off a cliff by accident, it is also possible to discover the tomb of a Cultivator buried deep in the mountains and therein uncover powerful Spells.

At that moment, Yun Feiyang’s rage reached its peak. He shook his arms and stomped his right foot onto the ground. He shot towards Li Xiaoyao like lightning.

“I’m going to kill you!”

Li Xiaoyao’s eyebrows twitched fiercely. Yun Feiyang’s speed was just too fast, so fast that Li Xiaoyao hadn’t reacted before a fist appeared in front of his eyes. He managed to raise his hand to block in front of his face, but the next moment, an immensely powerful force burst from the palm of his hand, sending his body flying away.

Xiaoqing was busy sweeping up the cakes on the long table, and she couldn’t care less about the fight happening beside her; she just felt it was a bit noisy.

But just as she was about to eat her fifth piece of cake, a whistling sound suddenly amplified by her ear. She turned to look and saw Li Xiaoyao’s body flying towards her.

The cultivators present sighed upon seeing this scene, “It’s really a pity, such a pretty little girl.”

“Hey, I was thinking of taking this little girl home tonight for some fun.”

While everyone was expressing their regret, Xiaoqing suddenly raised her hand. To the shock of the onlookers, she effortlessly caught the flying Li Xiaoyao.

“Damn! This little girl is hiding her true strength!”

“Just with that move, she must be at least an expert of the Abstinence Realm!”

“Motherfucker, how old is this little girl? Not even twenty? A cultivator of the Abstinence Realm under twenty? This is defying the heavens!”

Li Xiaoyao landed on the ground, glanced at Xiaoqing, and asked, “Had enough to eat?”

Xiaoqing shook her head, somewhat dissatisfied, “Too noisy.”

In the distance, Yun Feiyang, also surprised by the scene, immediately snorted, “You may have avoided it once, but can you avoid it a second time!”

Having said that, Yun Feiyang’s figure flickered, rushing forward again.

Li Xiaoyao, with his Golden Body, was hardly harmed by physical attacks from someone at Yun Feiyang’s level. However, due to Yun Feiyang’s extreme speed, Li Xiaoyao could only act defensively, which was somewhat frustrating.

Just as Li Xiaoyao was preparing to continue using the Thunder Commanding Art to fight back with the power of lightning, Yun Feiyang was already close, throwing a punch at Li Xiaoyao.

Li Xiaoyao wanted to dodge, but considering that if he did, the punch would hit Xiaoqing, so he braced himself to take the punch with his body.

The scene suddenly became quiet.

Li Xiaoyao felt something was off. He was prepared for his body to be sent flying, but Yun Feiyang’s fist hadn’t landed on him yet.

He glanced and saw Yun Feiyang maintaining his punching stance, but in front of him, Xiaoqing had somehow appeared and was gripping Yun Feiyang’s fist with her seemingly delicate and pink fist.

Under Xiaoqing’s hold, Yun Feiyang’s powerful strength was completely irrelevant. His face turned red as he tried to break free, but was utterly unable to do so.

With knitted Xiubrow, Xiaoqing asked in a milk-like voice, “You want to hit brother Xiaoyao?”

“Get lost!” Yun Feiyang shouted in anger, his other hand forming a fist and smashing viciously towards Xiaoqing.

“You still want to hit me?” Xiaoqing’s eyebrows slanted down in anger, and with a small exertion of her right hand, without any visible movement, Yun Feiyang was suddenly sent flying, vomiting blood continuously while airborne before crashing to the ground and bouncing a few times.

In the vast sky restaurant, no one spoke, the atmosphere was eerie, and the silence was so profound that one could hear a pin drop.

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