151: Kill the King

The King Realm expert's words were like a dying delirium, filled with extreme fear and disbelief, leaving a faint echo in the air.

However, Xiao Ruobai's eyes were cold, and his hand movements did not falter in the slightest.

Ever since returning from the Secret Realm last time, Master Gu Changge had been nagging him and his Junior Brother incessantly, so much so that he was getting calluses on his ears.

"Xiao Ruobai, remember, the quickest to die in the cultivation world are those who love to show off!"

"How many people could have slapped their opponents to death, but insisted on asking, 'Do you know who I am?' or 'Do you know your crime?'"

"What was the result? The opponent either crushed a distress jade talisman, or had a sudden Breakthrough in battle, or an Old Ancestor awakened within them... all those plot twists and face-slapping dramas come from this!"

"And those who win but don't finish the job, insisting on posing and spouting threats, their grave mounds are already several zhang high! When you cut the grass, you must pull out the roots; if the spring breeze blows, the enemy's son will return with an even more formidable Old Ancestor to 'catch up' with you. Won't that annoy you?"

"Villains die because they talk too much. If you can use your hands, don't babble! It's not too late to lament life over their corpse after you've killed them! Never give the opponent any chance to breathe, call for help, take medicine, have a Breakthrough, or call for their daddy!"

Although he didn't understand some of the words Master said, it didn't hinder him from grasping Master's meaning: just do it.

The moment the King's words fell, even before the astonishment and despair in his eyes could fully spread, Xiao Ruobai had already moved!

The Nine Heavens Dragon Soul Halberd transformed into a golden lightning bolt that tore through the sky, without the slightest hesitation, carrying resolute killing intent, piercing through the King's glabella with unparalleled precision!

"Pfft!"

The halberd tip went through his brain, and a violent Battle Qi instantly surged in, completely crushing and annihilating his remaining Divine Soul consciousness!

The King Realm expert's eyes suddenly widened to their extreme, the light in his pupils rapidly dimming like a candle flame extinguished by a fierce wind.

His last consciousness was filled with regret and unwillingness: This King... a dignified King Realm expert... having dominated for hundreds of years... actually... actually died just like this... at the hands of two Cave Heaven Realm brats?!

Carrying this final, unshakeable astonishment, his body completely slumped, his breath cut off.

Xiao Ruobai's eyes were cold, without the slightest carelessness.

He flicked his wrist, and the Dragon Soul Halberd transformed into several golden afterimages, stabbing like lightning towards the glabella, heart, and Dantian—three vital points—of the King's corpse.

Each strike contained violent Battle Qi, thoroughly crushing any possible lingering life force.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

After three soft sounds, confirming that the opponent had no possibility of revival, Xiao Ruobai then leaned down to search the corpse.

His fingertips moved like the wind, quickly sweeping over the Storage Ring on the waist, the wrist guard on the wrist, and even a jade talisman engraved with a King's emblem hidden behind the ear was not missed.

He casually handed the treasures he had collected to Fang Hanyu: "Keep them for now."

Fang Hanyu took the Storage Ring, and a wisp of Chaos Sword Qi already rose from his fingertips.

The Sword Qi was like a broom, sweeping lightly, eradicating all traces of battle and lingering aura within a hundred zhang radius.

At the same time, Xiao Ruobai formed a hand seal with his left hand, and a wisp of golden true fire leaped from his fingertip, landing on the King's corpse.

The true fire ignited upon contact with the object but did not spread at all, instantly incinerating the corpse into nothingness, not even leaving behind a speck of ash.

The two cooperated tacitly, their actions of destroying the corpse and erasing traces flowing smoothly, clearly having become even more professional.

And Wang Xiaopang was still frozen in place, his fingers maintaining the posture of pinching a talisman.

He looked at this outrageously professional "aftermath" scene, his small eyes wide and round, muttering to himself.

'This... this method of corpse-searching and trace-erasing, flowing smoothly, clean and decisive, is almost on par with mine! I thought my methods were already quite good, but I didn't expect these twoBig Boss to also be Masters of this Dao!'

He subconsciously touched his Storage Ring, which contained various spoils of war he had "painstakingly accumulated" over the years, and instantly felt he had found a kindred spirit.

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, and his whole body stiffened abruptly.

The two names the King roared before his death exploded in his mind like thunder.

"War Asura? Sword White Robe? Wait!" Wang Xiaopang's mind raced.

"Aren't these the two mysterious Prodigies who have been making waves in the Eastern Domain recently?!"

He suddenly remembered the rumors he had heard before.

It was said that there were two young Prodigies, one wielding a halberd like a Shura descending to the world, the other using a sword like an immortal descending to the mortal Realm. Together, they had swept through all heroes in a Secret Realm, even the Demon Heaven Sect and Blood Soul Sect had fallen at their hands!

He originally thought it was just hearsay, but now seeing it with his own eyes, he realized that the rumors were not only true, but even understated!

To cross two major Realms and counter-attack a King, what kind of Heaven-Defying combat power was this!

"So the rumors are true! And it's right before my eyes!" Wang Xiaopang's heart pounded wildly.

"That's right... that's right... I knew it! Who else would have such Heaven-Defying combat power, daring to challenge a King with Cave Heaven Realm cultivation, and even win, annihilating their Divine Soul... So... so it was you!" He grew more excited the more he thought about it.

"I, Wang Xiaopang, have traversed the Jianghu for so many years, relying on my eyesight and my ability to cling to powerful figures! If I miss this opportunity today, I'll have to slap myself eight hundred times when I go back!"

Wang Xiaopang suddenly jumped up, his chubby face flushed red, not bothering to brush off the dust from his body, and rushed to Xiao Ruobai and Fang Hanyu in two steps.

"Two... two big brothers! No! Two greatBig Boss! God of War! God of Sword!"

His chubby face was beaming with smiles, wishing he could hug their thighs on the spot.

"Do you two greatBig Boss need someone to serve tea and water? Do you need someone to scout and carry bags? I, your Junior Brother, am not good at anything else, but I'm thick-skinned and resistant to beatings, and I have good eyesight. Please take me in! Please let me ride on your coattails!"

He looked at the two eagerly, his expression showing how much he wished he could immediately bow down and tightly embrace these two strong, unimaginably powerful golden thighs!

Xiao Ruobai and Fang Hanyu were slightly taken aback by the fatty's enthusiasm, and seeing his shameless eagerness to cling to their power, they were both speechless for a moment.

The two then raised an eyebrow slightly, rumors outside? War Asura? Sword White Robe?

"War Asura"?

"Sword White Robe"?

Are they talking about us?

When did we get these titles?

"Where did these two titles come from? We clearly returned to Zizhu Peak after avenging ourselves. Besides the battle in the Secret Realm, we haven't shown our faces much in the Eastern Domain."

A hint of surprise and confusion flashed in Xiao Ruobai's eyes.

A trace of doubt also flickered in Fang Hanyu's eyes, and he gently shook his head: "I don't know. Perhaps someone spread it by word of mouth, and as it spread, the titles emerged."

But these titles... Xiao Ruobai subconsciously weighed the Nine Heavens Dragon Soul Halberd in his hand, "War Asura"... it seemed to perfectly match his earlier indomitable and unparalleled Battle Intent?

Fang Hanyu's fingertips silently brushed the cold scabbard of the Primordial Sword, "Sword White Robe"... it did sound... cold and sharp?

The surprise in their eyes quickly transformed into a strange sense of recognition.

Hmm... although they didn't know where it came from, these titles... sounded... quite imposing?