Xiang Shaoyun spoke in a deep and strong tone, and the True Martial Academy disciples thought, Yet another kid that doesn’t know the immensity of heaven and earth. In their opinion, no matter how strong Xiang Shaoyun was, he wouldn’t be a match for Xiang Chenxi, the Little Overlord. He was merely courting death.
“What do you need in order to release him?” asked Song Fan, one of Little Overlord’s followers.
Song Fan was no ordinary cultivator. He hailed from the Song Clan, a newly risen tier-8 organization. He himself was a ninth-stage Dragon Ascension Realm cultivator, and his strength was already at late ninth-stage. With his combat strength, he was definitely no weaker than the likes of Ouyang Chuanqi. With a follower like this, one could see the kind of charisma Little Overlord had.
“Simple. Pay for his release with spirit crystals. Sovereign materials or herbs will work too. Of course, if you don’t think he’s worth saving, I don’t mind snapping his neck and taking whatever he has on him,” said Xiang Shaoyun.
Rather than killing, Xiang Shaoyun would much rather get something tangible. In any case, killing this fellow would only bring him more trouble, which was why he was trying to avoid killing.
“Ok. This is a sovereign material, silver star fragment. It can help a cultivator build a middle-grade soul foundation. Please release Mu Ye,” said Song Fan with zero hesitation.
A disk s.h.i.+ning with a silvery light appeared in his hand. It flickered with brilliant radiance as though it was really the fragment of a star. A material like this was excellent for building a middle-grade soul foundation. It was only slightly worse than high-grade materials.
The True Martial Academy disciples were astonished to see Song Fan take out such a treasure so readily. If they were in his place, they might not be willing to part with such a treasure.
Xiang Shaoyun was surprised as well. He did not haggle and grabbed at the silver star fragment.
Song Fan did not stop him from taking the silver star fragment. He asked, “So, can you release him now?”
Xiang Shaoyun did not play any tricks and released Mu Ye as agreed. The instant he did, Mu Ye abruptly attacked, and his palm slammed toward Xiang Shaoyun’s chest. It was a forceful attack, and if it hit, Xiang Shaoyun’s heart would probably shatter.
Due to the distance between them and the speed of Mu Ye’s attack, Mu Ye was confident he would land the attack. He had to kill Xiang Shaoyun in order to vent the anger in his heart. However, his palm only hit Xiang Shaoyun’s afterimage, and a bad premonition welled within him.
Song Fan shouted, “Mu Ye, retreat!”
Alas, his warning came too late as Xiang Shaoyun’s answer had arrived. Punches rained against the side of Mu Ye’s head. Mu Ye was unable to react in time and was completely helpless as the punches struck. He was sent flying away, leaving a trail of blood through the air.
Someone caught him before he crashed. When the person checked Mu Ye’s condition, he found that Mu Ye was already dead as his entire head had been smashed apart.
“M-Mu Ye is dead!” that person shouted to Little Overlord.
Along with his shout, Little Overlord’s followers surrounded Xiang Shaoyun. Xiang Shaoyun showed no fear. Instead of attempting escape, he coldly scanned the people around him and declared, “This is the consequence of trying to kill me.”
After saying that, he started heading in a certain direction. Step by step, he walked, showing no fear toward the disciples blocking his way.
“Mister, you crossed the line. I gave you what you wanted, yet you had killed him. In that case, you should stay here as well,” said Song Fan as he charged Xiang Shaoyun, using odd footwork. His aura locked onto Xiang Shaoyun, and a ma.s.sive palm energy crashed down toward Xiang Shaoyun. He was displaying a strength reaching the Sovereign Realm.
Without any hesitation, Xiang Shaoyun punched several times and shattered the palm energy. He snapped, “Provoke me, and I’ll kill all of you as well!”
His killing intent was surging. He did not wish to waste any more time. If they continued hara.s.sing him, he would start a slaughter. Song Fan intended to continue attacking, but he suddenly sensed a dangerous aura from Xiang Shaoyun that caused him to involuntarily s.h.i.+ver. The aura did not make him fearful. Rather, it only told him to take his opponent, the young man who was only a seventh-stage Dragon Ascension Realm cultivator, more seriously.
“Big words. If you can actually survive my attack, I will drop this matter. Else, die,” said Song Fan as a snake-shaped spear appeared in his hand. Without giving any warning, he stabbed the spear at Xiang Shaoyun.
Instantly, a ma.s.sive snake appeared in the air and pounced on Xiang Shaoyun; its bared fangs looked sinister enough to make one’s hair stand on end.
Song Fan’s attack was not to be underestimated. It was sharp and powerful, and even a regular second-stage Sovereign would have a hard time blocking it.
“Looks like you all really think I’m a weakling,” said Xiang Shaoyun with a cold snort. A powerful battle intent burst out of his body as the blue radiance around him formed a ma.s.sive shark that pounced at the incoming snake.
The two energy beasts collided, creating a ma.s.sive shockwave that spread in all directions. The battle caught the attention of the other disciples who had similarly broken through the furred claw crabs and landed on the island.
“Aren’t those True Martial Academy disciples? They seem to be fighting someone,” said a Dragon Phoenix Academy disciple.
A Sacred Deer Academy disciple said, “Let’s see just how strong the True Martial Academy disciples are.”
“Huh? Isn’t that Overlord? Let’s get over there,” said Han Chenfei as she called out at Ouyang Chuanqi, Tang Longfei, Xuan Yuantian, and Yuan Xuefen.
Although the disciples had charged onto the island in four groups, the moment they landed, it was hard for them to remain in the same four groups anymore.
“He actually dares to mess with my boss? He must be tired of living. You go, boss! Don’t hold back at all! Show him!” a voice suddenly rang out not far from Han Chenfei, Ouyang Chuanqi, Tang Longfei, Xuan Yuantian, and Yuan Xuefen.
They looked at the shouting fatty, an odd glint in their eyes. They had seen many shameless people, but this was the first time they saw someone with this level of shamelessness.
The fatty even approached them and said, “Hey, you guys must be my boss’s followers. In the future, I’m your second boss. Don’t worry, with me watching your back, you will be free to do anything you want!”
“Who is this d.a.m.ned fatty?” asked Ouyang Chuanqi.
Tang Longfei shrugged, “I don’t know. Maybe he’s mental.”
“Stop talking. Let’s see if Overlord needs our help,” said Han Chenfei.