310: Chapter 310 Battle Against Old White Hair

Li Daoxuan knew that continuing like this was not a solution; he had to find a way.

His gaze suddenly fell upon the members of the White-Haired Tribe, who were unable to move under the pressure of the Aura from their battle, and a cruel smile involuntarily appeared on his face.

Immediately after, Li Daoxuan was seen charging toward the other members of the White-Haired Tribe, unleashing his Thread of Fate repeatedly, turning one White-Haired Tribe member after another into dried corpses.

That was not all; Li Daoxuan kept dodging the pursuit of that old fellow behind him. Whenever the opponent was about to catch up, he would change direction and charge toward areas with more people.

Draining the White-Haired Tribe members again and again, Li Daoxuan's own Aura was slowly growing.

This sight made Old White-Haired's expression extremely ugly. At this moment, he deeply regretted why he had shown off his strength when he came out, forcing his subordinates to remain motionless on the ground.

Although he had now retracted his Aura, those clansmen still did not rise, quietly prostrating on the ground to pay their respects to him.

This rule had been set by Old White-Haired; if he did not allow the clansmen to rise, they dared not stand up.

The White-Haired Tribe had strict rules; he could command any clansman, and his words were the will of the entire White-Haired Tribe.

Although this could unite the entire race, if he, the strongest of the White-Haired Tribe, were to fall, the entire White-Haired Tribe would scatter like loose sand.

"Hmph, all of you, rise and meet the enemy."

If Li Daoxuan were allowed to continue killing like this, no matter how many clansmen they had, it would not be enough; the only option was to have everyone resist until Li Daoxuan was exhausted to death.

But he seemed to have forgotten one thing: Li Daoxuan could constantly absorb the energy within his clansmen to improve his Cultivate, and could this not replenish the Saint Origin Power within him?

If that were the case, their siege would be completely useless against Li Daoxuan; they would only be constantly serving themselves up to him.

Old White-Haired had come out relatively late. Although he saw Li Daoxuan turning many clansmen into dried corpses, he had not witnessed the frenzied growth of Li Daoxuan's Aura.

Therefore, he did not take Li Daoxuan seriously. If he had known Li Daoxuan's true cultivation and the Realm he was currently improving from the start, he certainly would not have been so relaxed.

Li Daoxuan was rapidly harvesting the White-Haired Tribe, continuously turning them into dried corpses.

Fortunately, Old White-Haired had given the order; otherwise, these guys still would not have known to resist.

Only at this moment did Li Daoxuan find it somewhat difficult to kill.

Old White-Haired charged directly at Li Daoxuan, and with the obstruction of other White-Haired Tribe members, it became much harder for Li Daoxuan to dodge.

Yet even so, as he kept dodging, Old White-Haired had his own reservations and dared not unleash his ultimate moves.

Because Li Daoxuan was standing in the midst of his clansmen. If he were to deal a lethal blow, he would surely injure his own people.

After all, with his Realm, a single strike would kill a large swath of them.

Li Daoxuan seized this opportunity to keep hunting the White-Haired Tribe, occasionally unleashing a lethal strike at Old White-Haired.

Under these circumstances, Old White-Haired truly had no solution.

"All clansmen, listen to my order: retreat from the Holy Land immediately."

As his voice fell, the surrounding White-Haired Tribe members quickly flew toward the outside.

Li Daoxuan would not stay here stubbornly either; as those White-Haired Tribe members retreated, he also quickly withdrew toward the outside.

He knew that once these White-Haired Tribe members were gone, the opponent would attack him without any reservations, which was not what Li Daoxuan wanted.

As Li Daoxuan fled, Old White-Haired quickly caught up.

At this moment, a large portion of his clansmen had already dispersed, so Old White-Haired let loose.

Li Daoxuan suddenly stopped, turned sharply, and slashed his Sword toward the opponent.

Old White-Haired was overjoyed; a curved blade appeared in his hand, and he slashed toward Li Daoxuan without hesitation.

Although Li Daoxuan's Sword blocked the opponent's curved blade, Li Daoxuan himself was sent flying.

Ultimately, although Li Daoxuan's current cultivation could allow him to survive at the Saint Peak, his true combat power could not compare to that of a Saint Peak.

After all, his cultivation had improved too quickly, and he had not had enough time to hone his combat power.

If he were given thousands of years to harmonize the Saint Origin Power he had elevated and allow it to perfectly coordinate with his Primordial Spirit, his combat power would increase significantly.

Li Daoxuan charged up again; at this moment, he wanted to use Old White-Haired to hone his combat power, as it would be easy for him to escape now if he wanted to.

Coupled with the heavenly dao pendant constantly consolidating his foundation, all he needed to do was continuously hone and improve his combat power.

Old White-Haired seemed to have seen through Li Daoxuan's intention, but he did not react at all; instead, he charged at Li Daoxuan without hesitation.

Since the opponent wanted to hone his combat power, he would help him out.

Of course, Old White-Haired was not that kind-hearted; every move of his was a lethal strike, the kind intended to slice Li Daoxuan in two.

But this was exactly the kind of pressure Li Daoxuan needed; only under such pressure could he grow rapidly and digest the cultivation he had gained.

Thus, the two fell into a balance: one was constantly improving his combat power and honing his cultivation, while the other was constantly trying to kill his opponent.

Li Daoxuan fought more fiercely as the battle progressed, and Old White-Haired was the same.

Old White-Haired had not expected that his own strength would also be constantly increasing during the battle with Li Daoxuan.

He had been in seclusion for many years and had not emerged for a long time; the accumulation from so many years of Cultivate was now being honed.

This made his combat power stronger and stronger, and he felt more and more exhilarated the more he fought.

Thus, the two seemed to have forgotten their original purpose and kept fighting and battling here.

The Saints of the White-Haired Tribe watched the two sides battling from afar, expressions of shock appearing on their faces.

They were not surprised that their Old Ancestor possessed such formidable strength; after all, their Old Ancestor was a powerhouse at the Saint Peak.

But Li Daoxuan's combat power being this strong was somewhat unreasonable; Li Daoxuan's combat power at this moment was indeed very powerful, and it was impossible to tell that he was at the Saint Late Stage.

As such, they could only hide far away, unable to help their Old Ancestor with anything.

This battle lasted for hundreds of years, allowing both of their Auras to reach their Peak.

Although Li Daoxuan's cultivation had not yet reached a Breakthrough, he was no longer afraid of ordinary Saint Peak powerhouses.

The Aura on Old White-Haired was constantly growing, having reached the highest level of the Saint Peak.

Although he still could not take down Li Daoxuan under these circumstances, the fact that his strength had increased was something he had not expected.

While the two sides were battling, screams came from not far away.

Both of them stopped the battle simultaneously and looked toward the distance.

Countless Yao Race were charging toward the nest of the White-Haired Tribe, and the Aura on them was also quite powerful.

Old White-Haired's expression changed drastically, and he said to Li Daoxuan, "I have battled with Fellow Daoist for so long and gained a lot; why don't we stop and fight another day?"

Li Daoxuan said with a chuckle, "Old White-Haired, although your cultivation is powerful, you cannot take me down. As long as I keep you entangled here, your clansmen will soon be slaughtered."

Old White-Haired snorted coldly, "Do not think that these Yao Race are easy to get along with; they are the Evil Demon Tribe. Why do you think I order my subordinates to constantly attack your world? It is because of the existence of these Evil Demon Tribe."

"Their desire for aggression is too heavy, and their actions are even more evil than yours. With no other choice, I can only let my clansmen go to other worlds; those relatively weak worlds can preserve the Bloodline for my race."

"I am the only Saint Peak powerhouse of my White-Haired Saint Tribe here because many of my clansmen are on the front lines resisting those Evil Demon Tribe."

Li Daoxuan's heart stirred; the term 'front line' had appeared again.

"Then why does Fellow Daoist not go to the front line? How is the situation at the front line now?"

Old White-Haired said coldly, "If it were not for these Evil Demon Tribe invading the world of my White-Haired Saint Tribe, I would still be on the front lines fighting those damned fellows."

"As for the situation at the front line, I do not know either. When I returned, those fellows were constantly attacking, as if they might break in at any moment."

"With such strong combat power, why not go to the front line battlefield?"