231: Chapter 230 Shi Chu, who is about to be beaten to death!

This time, Young Master still could not see Xia Jin's figure, nor could he even capture his aura.

That damn human seemed to have evaporated into thin air.

But he had learned his lesson.

Having suffered a loss once, Young Master would absolutely not let himself take a second punch without any defense.

The very instant Xia Jin disappeared, a layer of stone-like skin emerged on the surface of Young Master's body.

This was the unique talent of their Stone Clan's Yellow Crystal Lineage, and also one of their top defensive methods.

Young Master's mouth curled up slightly; he wanted to see what kind of waves Xia Jin could still stir up.

"Brother, you don't think you're safe just because of this, do you?!"

Xia Jin's mocking voice went directly into Young Master's ears, causing his smile to instantly freeze on his face.

Xia Jin's fist had already smashed onto his head.

And this time, Xia Jin's fist was coated with a layer of white flames.

The dual impact of the fist force and the white flames caused Young Master to sink down suddenly by a third, but he suddenly laughed, his laughter filled with a hint of triumph.

Because Xia Jin's punch had only caused the layer of Yellow Crystal skin on top of his head to slightly indent.

Although that layer of stone skin had cracked, it had not been pierced through at all.

"Hahahaha! Did you not eat? With this little force, it's too light even to tickle this Young Lord!"

Young Master raised his head, a mocking smile appearing on his stone-covered face.

"This Young Lord thought your second punch would have a lot of pow..."

His words suddenly stopped, because a violent burning sensation suddenly came from his scalp.

That layer of white flames did not extinguish with the dissipation of the fist force.

It clung to the surface of the stone skin like maggots on bones, burning crazily.

Even more terrifyingly, the white flames seemed able to penetrate the defense of the stone skin, transmitting the burning sensation directly into his flesh and even his bones.

"Ah!!"

Young Master let out a shrill scream.

That feeling was like having thousands of red-hot steel needles piercing his scalp at the same time; he grabbed his head with both hands, frantically slapping and scratching.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!!"

While screaming, he desperately smashed his own head with his fists.

Under his frantic pounding, the stone skin shattered, fragments flying everywhere and falling off one after another.

Xia Jin stood in place with his hands behind his back, quietly watching this scene, a half-smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

I don't know how long he waited, but the white flames finally extinguished.

Young Master gasped for air, his entire state wretched to the extreme.

After a long while, he finally caught his breath and slowly stood up.

However, the moment he raised his head, the entire battle platform, including everyone watching around it, fell into a deathly silence.

Then, Fourth Senior Brother from the Temple side laughed first, and immediately after, the laughter spread rapidly like a lit fuse.

Because Young Master's iconic long silver-white hair was gone.

Not a single strand remained.

Young Master looked blankly at the reactions of the people around him.

He saw that among the alien race team he brought, several Prodigies were desperately covering their mouths, their shoulders shaking non-stop.

Even Elder Wuhuan, the alien Elder who had always been expressionless, had the corner of his eye twitch, his lips slightly pressed together, clearly trying his best to restrain something.

"Hahahaha hahahaha!!!"

Marquis Chu's laughter sounded like a thunderclap.

"Oh my!! I can't take it anymore!! Hahahaha!!!"

He pointed at Young Master's bald head, laughing so hard he could barely speak a complete sentence: "You, you sissy!! Hahahaha!! So it turns out you look even uglier bald than me!! Hahahaha!! No, that's not right... it's much uglier than me!! Hahahaha!!!"

Marquis Chu's shout completely ignited the emotions of the Temple Disciples.

Although Yang Qingxuan and the others didn't dare to laugh too wantonly due to the occasion, everyone had suppressed laughter on their faces, their shoulders twitching.

Xia Jin looked at Young Master's bald head and finally couldn't help but laugh.

"Hmm, not bad!!"

Xia Jin nodded, his tone quite serious.

"This King feels that you look much more pleasing to the eye like this than before."

Young Master stood in place, his chest heaving violently, his breathing becoming faster and faster.

His face also turned completely red at this moment.

"Bastard!! Bastard!! Bastard!!"

The Void Realm around him began to distort, and the golden light emerging from his eyes was like boiling lava, surging endlessly.

The Stone Clan's Bloodline Power erupted at this moment, almost out of control.

He was angry.

He was truly angry.

As the Young Lord of the Stone Clan's Yellow Crystal Lineage, he had been the center of attention since childhood.

He was gifted, undefeated in a hundred battles, and wherever he went, he was the most dazzling one.

But now, he had actually been beaten into a bald head by a human in front of everyone!

That sense of humiliation was even more unbearable to him than taking a hundred punches.

"You... you... damn it..."

The Void Realm around him distorted even more violently, and even pitch-black space cracks began to appear.

Just at this tense moment, "Hey."

Xia Jin's voice sounded again.

He stretched out a finger and casually pointed at Young Master.

"You forgot, there is still one Move left."

"Didn't you say it yourself just now, 'Within three Moves, I will only defend and not attack'."

"What? A dignified Stone Clan Young Lord, surely you wouldn't... go back on your word, right?"

Once these words were spoken, the whole scene went quiet again.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Young Master.

Marquis Chu's mocking laughter stopped, and the laughter of Yang Qingxuan and the others also stopped.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for Young Master's reaction.

The three-Move agreement was something Young Master had said himself.

In front of everyone, word for word, clearly.

If he went back on his word, it wouldn't just be his hair that was lost, but the face of the entire Stone Clan.

Young Master stood in place.

The Void Realm around him was still distorting, space cracks were still spreading, and that tyrannical killing intent was still surging.

But his body did not take another step forward.

One second.

Two seconds.

Five seconds.

Ten seconds.

Time passed second by second in the deathly silence.

Finally, Young Master closed his eyes.

He took a deep breath.

Then he took another breath.

Then another.

Breath after breath, he took continuous deep breaths.

The Void Realm cracks around his body began to slowly heal with his breathing.

That nearly out-of-control Bloodline Power was also suppressed bit by bit.

His chest was still heaving violently, but the red on his face was slowly fading.

I don't know how long it had been, but Young Master finally opened his eyes.

He looked at Xia Jin expressionlessly, his voice hoarse and low: "Come. Your last Move."

Xia Jin looked at his appearance, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened a little.

"Good."

This time, he didn't say any extra words.

Third Move.

Xia Jin restrained the smile on his face.

His eyes changed completely at this moment.

If he had been playing with his opponent a bit in the first two Moves, then at this moment, he was serious.

Xia Jin's figure disappeared from its place again, and when he appeared again, he was already three feet in front of Young Master.

And at this moment, Xia Jin's appearance caused Young Master's pupils to quake.

A golden Sun Mark was slowly emerging between Xia Jin's eyebrows.

And behind him, three light wheels appeared simultaneously, making Xia Jin look like a deity descending.

At this moment, he was a god who had walked out of mythology.

"This is...!!"

Elder Wuhuan, the alien Elder watching from afar, stood up abruptly; at this moment, Xia Jin actually made him feel a sense of pressure.

"Young Lord, be careful!!"

But it was too late.

Xia Jin's fist had already moved.

This punch had no fancy Moves; it was a simple punch.

But the power contained in this punch was enough to make the heavens and earth change color.

On Xia Jin's fist, that layer of white flames appeared again, but this time the flames were more than ten times stronger than before.

Within the white firelight, golden threads could be vaguely seen wandering; that was the power of the Sun Mark.

And the three light wheels behind him, at the moment this punch was thrown, simultaneously erupted with light that was brilliant to the extreme.

The three beams of light converged into one, surging into Xia Jin's fist.

The fist smashed into Young Master's abdomen.

The stone skin on Young Master's body was as fragile as paper in front of this punch.

The fist sank into Young Master's abdomen, and Xia Jin's entire fist directly pierced through Young Master's body, coming out from his back.

Young Master's body was carried by the power of this punch, his feet off the ground, his whole person like prey skewered on an iron spit, hanging on Xia Jin's fist.