Chapter 664 658: The White-Robed Youth

"ROAR..."

Following the sacrifice of the Saint Child and his followers, the once-still, blood-red head let out a world-shaking roar. In the next instant, the chains piercing its body shattered into pieces. Crimson light surged, enveloping the entire head until it resembled a blood-red sun. The blinding glare poured down, making it impossible for anyone to open their eyes.

"What's going on? What happened?"

"Is that monster about to do something again?"

"Damn it, what in the world is that thing? Why did it have to appear in Central City!"

The Martial Artists in Central City were enveloped by the crimson light. For a moment, they were at a complete loss, able to do nothing but curse aloud.

The crimson light came as quickly as it went. A moment later, the blinding glare gradually faded, and everyone's vision returned. When they looked up at the sky, they were shocked to find that the blood-red head had vanished.

"It's gone? Was it sealed again?"

"It's finally gone. That monster was just too terrifying!"

"But why is the spatial black hole still there? Doesn't the atmosphere feel... off to you guys?"

Seeing the blood-red head disappear, the Martial Artists in Central City were all stunned and began to murmur amongst themselves. The grim expressions on their faces gradually softened as everyone let out a heavy sigh of relief.

However, high in the air, Yao Wuchen, Long Xiaotian, and the other three experts kept their gazes fixed on the spatial black hole. Logically, without the support of the Hundred-Refinement Soul-devouring Array, the blood-red head should have been sealed again, and the black hole should have disappeared with it. So why was the head gone, but the black hole remained?

The five of them couldn't make sense of it. Soon after, Shen Haoran rushed over from the Cyan Dragon Race's territory. When he saw the vanished head and the lingering spatial black hole, his brow furrowed deeply.

"What's that smell?" Just as everyone was wondering, Yan Jue twitched her nose and spoke with confusion. It seemed the air now carried a different scent.

"It's... the stench of blood!" Hearing Yan Jue, Shen Haoran also took a sniff. His expression changed drastically, his eyes locking onto the spatial black hole. The bloody odor in the air was wafting out from it. The blood-red head hadn't disappeared!

"THUD... THUD... THUD..."

A series of heavy thuds suddenly echoed out. The sound was deep and powerful, like someone's footsteps. It was as if the entire world had fallen silent, leaving only this heavy tread. The very air around them trembled in time with it. Whether intentional or not, the rhythm of the heavy footsteps matched everyone's own heartbeats!

Shen Haoran and the others stared grimly at the spatial black hole. The opponent's footsteps alone were enough to make them feel suffocated. It was hard to imagine just how terrifying their true power was.

The footsteps grew closer. A moment later, a slender figure slowly emerged from the spatial black hole. It was a young man dressed in spotless white robes. His handsome face was utterly devoid of color, and the dark runes covering half of his cheek gave him a somewhat menacing appearance. With his every move, the surrounding space seemed to tremble.

After the white-robed youth appeared, everyone in Central City fixed their eyes on him. Although the young man looked refined and gentle, he gave everyone the feeling that they were standing before a bloodthirsty beast from the Primordial Chaos. A sinister, hostile aura radiated from him, making everyone feel extremely agitated, giving them the urge to pick a fight with the person next to them just to vent. Their once-clear eyes now held a tinge of crimson.

Shen Haoran, Yao Wuchen, and the others also stared at the white-robed youth as if facing a formidable enemy. They could all feel a fatal threat emanating from him.

High in the sky, the spatial black hole behind the white-robed youth slowly vanished after he stepped out of it. He seemed completely oblivious to Shen Haoran and the others, merely looking down at his own body and muttering to himself, 'To be awakened in this form... It seems those good-for-nothings failed in their plan!'

'What a weak body. And so little power inside.' The white-robed youth clenched his fist and frowned.

At that moment, the white-robed youth finally looked up. His gaze swept over the surroundings. Everyone his eyes fell upon shuddered, their own eyes filling with terror.

'Fortunately, the place these wastes chose isn't half bad. With so much Qi Blood Power available, I should be able to recover about fifty percent of my strength!' The white-robed youth looked at the Martial Artists within Central City, a greedy glint in his eyes. He extended a scarlet tongue and licked his pale lips, his expression turning utterly monstrous.

"Hm?" The white-robed youth's gaze swept past Yao Wuchen and the others, the greed in his eyes burning even hotter. These five were all Spirit Emperor Level experts; their Qi Blood Power would be of great help to him! However, when his gaze landed on Shen Haoran, he froze on the spot, his eyes filled with utter shock.

Seeing the white-robed youth's gaze lock onto him, the hairs on Shen Haoran's body stood on end. Their power wasn't even in the same league. Even if Shen Haoran used every trump card he had, he would be no match for this young man!

"How can it be you? It's really you! To think that after searching far and wide, I'd find you right here without any effort at all!" The white-robed youth laughed maniacally at Shen Haoran, his face a mask of pure malevolence. It was as if he harbored a deep, bitter hatred for him, his gaze sharp enough to tear Shen Haoran to shreds.

Hearing the white-robed youth say such things to Shen Haoran, Yao Wuchen and the others were stunned. 'Do Shen Haoran and this young man know each other?' they wondered.

"Now that I've found you today, I won't be letting you leave alive. Your Qi Blood Power must be absolutely delicious!" The white-robed youth licked his lips again, and then, before the shocked eyes of Yao Wuchen and the others, he shot toward Shen Haoran at incredible speed.

Seeing the white-robed youth charge at him without a word, Shen Haoran's scalp tingled with fear. He frantically called out to Elder Yan and Changmao in his mind. Elder Yan and Changmao were already prepared. Two immense powers instantly surged into Shen Haoran's body. At the same time, the two clusters of Heaven and Earth Spirits in his Primordial Small World detonated, activating the Heaven-Dominating Tribulation once more. The Black Tortoise Shield, Vermilion Bird Wings, and Qilin Arm all manifested in an instant. He held the Soul-devouring Sword defensively across his chest. In that moment, Shen Haoran had played every single one of his trump cards to defend against the white-robed youth's attack.

"BOOM..."

Shen Haoran's defenses had barely formed when the white-robed youth's attack arrived. A destructive force washed over him. The Black Tortoise Shield shattered instantly. The Vermilion Bird Wings held for only a second before exploding into a cloud of fire. The Soul-devouring Sword let out a sharp hum under the force of the blow; even a weapon that could be called a Divine Artifact was struggling to withstand it. Countless small cuts had already split open on his Qilin Arm, and blood gushed out freely. The white-robed youth's attack was simply too terrifying. Even after playing all his trump cards, Shen Haoran still couldn't hold on!

'Damn it!' Shen Haoran cursed inwardly. A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He was already at his limit!