CHAPTER 737: CHAPTER 735, I’M ONLY INTERESTED IN YOUR HEAD

"Cough, cough!"

Xu Qinglin began to cough violently.

As he coughed, one could clearly see blood foam spurting out.

He reached out to wipe the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth, his expression gradually turning somber, "Indeed, I underestimated you, but with your current strength, you still can’t kill me." As he spoke, a blood-red elixir appeared out of thin air in his hand.

This elixir contained powerful medicinal effects. Xu Wendong intended to stop Xu Qinglin from ingesting it, but he raised his hand and released a beam of golden light.

The golden light was faint, but it gave Xu Wendong a sense of being up against a formidable enemy.

He had a premonition that if he were hit by the golden light, he would suffer severe injuries even if he didn’t die.

And just as he dodged that golden light, Xu Qinglin swallowed the blood-red elixir, his injuries healing instantly, and his aura returning to its peak state.

"As expected of something from the Kunlun Mountains Minor World, even the elixirs consumed are so miraculous." Although Xu Wendong also understood alchemy techniques, the elixirs he refined couldn’t restore the combat power of a Foundation Establishment Stage expert instantly.

"Dear nephew, your strength is indeed impressive, but in the cultivation realm, relying solely on strength is far from enough." Xu Qinglin revealed a refined smile, "In the cultivation realm, it depends on heritage and cultivation resources."

"If you can hand over the Dragon Phoenix Creation Technique, I can offer you a great opportunity, introducing you to Azure Dragon Stronghold."

Xu Wendong snorted coldly, "I’m not interested in what you’re talking about."

Xu Qinglin smiled and asked, "Then what are you interested in?"

"I’m interested in your head!" Xu Wendong punched out, the sound of wind rising, and terrifying True Qi swept towards Xu Qinglin.

And at this moment, Xu Qinglin casually waved his finger, a beam of golden light suddenly appeared, like a flash of lightning appearing in front of Xu Wendong.

"Not good!"

Xu Wendong’s face changed suddenly, sensing a strong sense of crisis.

And just as he stepped back, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, followed by warmth.

He looked down at his chest, seeing a gruesome wound, the skin torn, blood gushing, and he could even see his heart beating beneath the bones.

He suffered a severe injury.

The most serious injury since entering the cultivation realm.

At the same time, he also saw clearly what that so-called golden light was, it was a piece of golden iron, with ancient runes flickering on it, giving a heavy feeling, as if it had been baptized by time.

And at this moment, the golden iron sheet floated behind Xu Qinglin, emitting a faint light.

Clearly, this was an extremely rare magic artifact.

Xu Qinglin laughed teasingly, "Dear nephew, I said, your combat power is indeed extraordinary, but if you want to kill me, it’s far from enough!"

"And if I want to kill you, I could decapitate you at a flick of a finger."

Xu Wendong took a deep breath, channeled the True Qi within his body towards the wound, and then his wound healed at an astonishing speed visibly.

"Damn, how is his injury healing so fast?"

"Heaven, is he still human?"

Seeing Xu Wendong’s wound heal so swiftly, everyone was deeply shaken. If he had consumed some kind of Holy Medicine for healing, it would have been understandable.

But he clearly hadn’t consumed anything, which was truly incredible.

Even Xu Qinglin’s eyes flickered with shock; he knew Xu Wendong must have some secret.

This also firmed his resolve to kill Xu Wendong.

"Dear nephew, I originally didn’t want to kill you, but now, I can only send you to reunite with your father!" Xu Qinglin waved his right hand, the golden iron sheet transformed into a beam of golden light, appearing once more in front of Xu Wendong.

"Do only you have a magic artifact?" Xu Wendong quickly retreated, and at the same time, the Dragon Scale Sword appeared in his hand.

He slashed forward, forcing the golden light back, but his right hand was slightly numb from the shock.

"You also have a magic artifact?" Xu Qinglin’s eyes were full of shock. Magic artifacts were extremely rare even in the Kunlun Mountains Minor World, and it was by relying on this golden iron sheet that he managed to become the Fourth Master of Azure Dragon Stronghold.

It goes to show how rare magic artifacts are, but who could have thought that Xu Wendong, being in the mortal world, also possessed a magic artifact?

"Third Uncle, can I now cut your head off?" With the Dragon Scale Sword in hand, Xu Wendong’s entire aura underwent a significant transformation.

No choice, this was a treasure of the Dragon Court, a national treasure.

"Not necessarily!" Xu Qinglin pinched the spell with his hands, the golden iron sheet transformed into a beam of light, so fast it was almost invisible to the naked eye, rushing towards Xu Wendong.

Xu Wendong raised his sword to block, clashing with the golden iron sheet, and although his arm was slightly numb from the shock, he could see that Xu Qinglin’s countenance was growing more haggard.

Although both of them had magic artifacts, Xu Wendong used his body to control the Dragon Scale Sword in battle, whereas Xu Qinglin used Soul Force to activate his magic artifact.

The biggest difference between them was that the impact on the Dragon Scale Sword would be directly transferred to Xu Wendong’s body, while the impact on Xu Qinglin’s magic artifact would invisibly transfer to his Divine Soul, causing severe damage.

After understanding this pattern, Xu Wendong infused True Qi into the Dragon Scale Sword, then savagely slashed at the golden iron sheet.

Clang!

As the crisp clash sound rang out abruptly, Xu Qinglin spat a mouthful of blood and collapsed uncontrollably to the ground.

"Fourth Master!"

"Fourth Master, are you alright?"

Seeing Xu Qinglin gravely injured, the people from Azure Dragon Stronghold were shocked, for they could tell that Xu Qinglin was more seriously injured than before.

Previously, he was physically injured, but now his Divine Soul was wounded.

Xu Wendong strode forward and placed the Dragon Scale Sword at Xu Qinglin’s neck, saying coldly, "Tell me about the whereabouts of my mother."

Xu Qinglin forced a smile, "If I tell you the whereabouts of your mother, would you spare my life?"

Xu Wendong’s eyes flashed with coldness, "Are you threatening me?"

Xu Qinglin smirked and remained silent.

He hadn’t expected to be defeated by Xu Wendong, after all, he was an expert at the fourth layer of the Foundation Establishment Stage and had devoted himself to cultivation for many years.

Yet Xu Wendong was merely a youngster under twenty.

But that no longer mattered; the important thing was how to survive.

Begging for mercy?

The enmity of a father’s murder was irreconcilable, he didn’t think that begging would get Xu Wendong to spare his life,

That’s why he would use Xu Wendong’s mother to negotiate.

This was his only chance to survive.

Xu Qinglin sneered, "Your mother loved you dearly; otherwise, she would not have risked her life to send you away from the Xu Family back then."

"And now..."

"Her situation is dire, being held in a desolate place, with her life in constant danger. If you swear by the heavens to spare my life, I will tell you the whereabouts of your mother..."

Before he could finish, Xu Wendong drove the Dragon Scale Sword through his chest, the young man’s eyes cold, "I came here today just to kill you!"

"As for my mother’s whereabouts, I will find them myself."