Condemning the Heavens

Xue Wei was a proud Son of the Heavens. He did not regret his decision to fight with the King ranked expert, but he was starting to understand that there was a whole world of difference between the Saint and the King ranks.

Xue Wei felt how his body was aching. Many of his scales were shattered, the blood that was streaming down his body dyed the azure scales in a dark red color, and his eyes, which had been clear and beautiful, were now in a haze.

The pain managed to make him clear-minded, but he also understood that he could not fight against a King ranked expert. Even so, he would not give up before he had managed to at least put up a battle that he could be proud of.

He knew that he would not die. Lan was present, and as long as he was by his side, he could fight with all the abilities he had at his disposal. Although he would be severely injured, he would be able to survive.

As long as he could maintain his life, Xue Wei became increasingly courageous. He had wanted to see what his limits were, so he had to give it his all this time.

He started gathering his energy, creating a Devouring Azure Dragon from his Qi, and infused it with a bit of his essence blood.

The Devouring Azure Dragon was merely a copy of Xue Wei himself, it was a copy that could move on instinct, and attack with the same ferocity as Xue Wei, but its only flaw was the lack of intelligence.

Xue Wei would not usually use the Devouring Azure Dragon that was fueled by his essence blood. Essence blood was not like normal blood. While it could be replenished, it took a lot longer to restore than normal blood, and it could not be boosted by consuming pills.

But right now, it was important to do his utmost to fight this King ranked expert, and thus he was doing everything in his power to put up a brave fight.

At the same time, his friends were also nervously standing by the side. All of them were worried, and whenever Xue Wei received an injury, their own hearts would hurt in response.

But they also understood that things would become worse, for both him and themselves, if they stepped in and tried to save him.

And although Xue Wei was being tortured by the King ranked expert, he was learning a lot, and he was getting a good grasp of his own strength.

This was the real benefit from the fight, to know where his own limits lay.

Sky's Judgement!

Windwolf Sword Slash!

Qi Flamestrike!

Deadly Whispers!

Psychic Wrath!

Xue Wei was using a wide variety of attacks. Some were spiritual energy attacks while others depended on Qi. The Sky's Judgement was further enhanced by his Lightning Elemental Qi, and the Qi Flamestrike by the Vermilion Bird Flame.

However, no matter how many attacks Xue Wei rained down on the King ranked expert, he could not defeat him; all he did was to cause superficial wounds to appear on his body.

In fact, Xue Wei should have been quite proud of his ability to even cause slight wounds to appear. Usually, a Saint would never be able to injure a King, due to the difference between a mortal and a spiritual body, but Xue Wei had caused him to bleed a few times. The more aggressive Xue Wei was, the more greedy the King became.

This Sovereign Beast was not to be belittled; he was ferocious and strong, proud and fiery. He would be a perfect companion, if they somehow found a way to tame him.

Xue Wei could guess the thoughts of that King, and he was infuriated. He would rather die than succumb to someone like this person, and the anger spurred him on to unleash even more ferocious attacks.

But the King was not just letting Xue Wei attack, he was returning the strikes with his own fists and kicks, causing Xue Wei's bones to break, his scales to shatter, and his blood to flow.

Xue Wei's movements were fierce initially, but the more wounds he gained, the slower his movements became, and his expression looked even more strained.

Eventually, he could no longer move. He was lying on the ground, drenched in his own blood, his body full of wounds, but unwilling to give up. His eyes were unyielding, and the King was surprised. Even when his body was broken like this, he refused to yield. This was an unbreakable spirit, but he was not at all pleased with it.

Lan looked at Xue Wei, who was collapsed on the ground and sighed. He felt that Xue Wei was indeed a capable person; even in the face of agony and pain, he never backed down. Only now, when his body could no longer move, did he lay down, even though his eyes still kept that unyielding spark within them.

This was the kind of person that could change a world. Lan saw hope within those unyielding eyes, and his lips curled into a smile.

Just as the King was about to deal the final blow, he stepped forward and waved his hand.

No one noticed precisely what happened; it was too fast for the naked eye to see. However, the person playing around with Xue Wei, torturing and taunting him, was turned into a bloody mist.

Everyone's eyes widened in shock. They knew that Lan was strong, he was a deity after all, but to think that he could finish a King ranked expert with a mere wave of his hand. This was truly making them understand the difference in their strength.