Chapter 684 - 682: A Flash in the Pan

King Zuo, the patriarch of the Zuo Family, struck out in a rage.

His might was boundless. King Zuo’s aura rocked the entirety of Celestial Water Street. The avenue trembled as if in an earthquake, the very ground seeming ready to heave and buckle.

The crowd was utterly horrified.

They scrambled back under the pressure of King Zuo’s aura, and in an instant, a large area around them was cleared.

King Zuo’s beard whipped about, his eyes wide and glaring.

"Go and die with my son and grandson."

His Purple Killing Saber fell without hesitation.

Seeing this, Xiaotian didn’t dare to be careless.

Although his Combat Power would surge after transforming, without that transformation, he had to be cautious when facing a Martial Emperor Third Heaven like King Zuo.

He immediately brandished the sword in his hand—the Supreme-Grade Treasure Artifact he had just snatched from Zuo Dongxing.

He met King Zuo’s Purple Killing Saber head-on.

BOOM!

With a tremendous roar, their two Magical Treasures slammed into each other.

In that instant, Xiaotian could clearly feel how truly powerful his opponent was.

His body was involuntarily forced back several steps before he managed to steady himself.

On the defensive, Xiaotian was slightly outmatched.

King Zuo, however, was riding a wave of momentum, clearly holding the upper hand.

CRACK...

The very moment Xiaotian steadied his stance, the Supreme-Grade Treasure Artifact in his hand suddenly emitted a crisp cracking sound.

Xiaotian glanced down, slightly startled.

CRACK... CRACK...

In just another moment, the Supreme-Grade Treasure Artifact in Xiaotian’s hand shattered completely.

The Supreme-Grade Treasure Artifact was broken.

The crowd gasped, their eyes fixed in horror on the Purple Killing Saber in King Zuo’s hand.

That Purple Killing Saber was a true Magical Treasure of the Spiritual Treasure Level.

A Spiritual Treasure was many times stronger than a Treasure Artifact.

This outcome left everyone stunned. Spiritual Treasures were simply too powerful.

"Today, you will die without fail."

Seeing this, King Zuo’s confidence surged.

He brought the Purple Killing Saber in his hand slashing down once more.

Xiaotian tossed aside the Broken Sword.

"It’s time you witnessed my true power."

Xiaotian was enraged. Even though the Magical Treasure wasn’t his, for King Zuo to shatter it in his hands was an absolute humiliation.

He violently ripped the straw hat from his head, slammed it to the ground, and shattered it to pieces.

In that moment, Xiaotian’s head was revealed.

There was something strange about Xiaotian’s head.

Amidst his long, golden hair, on either side of his head, were two distinct bumps.

These bumps also shimmered with a faint golden light.

The crowd was even more astonished to see Xiaotian’s bizarre appearance.

Xiaotian, however, paid the crowd no mind.

Instead, his gaze was fixed on the charging King Zuo.

He suddenly let out a low cry, "Dragon Horns, emerge!"

As the words left his lips, Xiaotian’s golden hair whipped up, and from those two bumps, a myriad of golden rays suddenly erupted.

The golden light shot straight toward the heavens.

Not only that, but the golden rays did not disperse; instead, they began to converge.

In the blink of an eye, the golden light coalesced into two strange horns.

The horns were forked.

Each one was over ten meters long—a truly astonishing sight.

Even a man as worldly as King Zuo was stunned for a moment by the two golden horns that had abruptly sprouted from Xiaotian’s head. He simply couldn’t comprehend how Xiaotian had grown horns.

Han Yinghua and Ling Yun also stared blankly at Xiaotian.

Xiaotian’s two golden horns pierced the heavens.

With them, the aura around Xiaotian began to climb relentlessly.

Xiaotian had now entered his combat state.

This was the first time he had ever fought using his Dragon Horns.

Now, he thrust his horns forward, meeting the downward slash of King Zuo’s Battle Saber head-on.

BOOM!

King Zuo had intended to cleave Xiaotian in two with this strike.

But in the next moment, Xiaotian’s horns—which looked almost illusory—slammed violently against the blade of his Purple Killing Saber.

A terrifying power shot into his Purple Killing Saber, causing the blade to tremble.

The trembling of the Purple Killing Saber was the least of his worries. The force instantly traveled up the blade and into his arm.

The hand King Zuo used to grip the Purple Killing Saber began to shake violently.

"How is this possible?"

King Zuo let out a low cry of disbelief.

But the force was simply too terrifying.

WHOOSH!

Finally, he could no longer hold on to his Purple Killing Saber. It was torn from his grasp and sent flying.

King Zuo’s body shuddered violently as he stumbled backward again and again, sent flying by Xiaotian’s Dragon Horns.

Not only that, but with the two great golden horns on his head and a cold, arrogant glint in his eyes, Xiaotian took a step forward, pursuing the now-disarmed King Zuo.

Without any other movement, his horns shot forward, aiming straight for King Zuo’s body.

As he stumbled back, King Zuo saw Xiaotian’s incredible speed and his face drained of color.

He tried to dodge, for he could clearly sense that Xiaotian’s horns were terrifying weapons, in no way weaker than his own Purple Killing Saber.

However, Xiaotian was simply too fast.

WHOOSH!

The horns were just about to impale King Zuo.

At the critical moment, King Zuo scrambled to dodge, narrowly avoiding Xiaotian’s horns.

But in the next instant, King Zuo froze.

He looked down in disbelief to find a golden horn piercing his abdomen.

It was one of Xiaotian’s Dragon Horns.

That was right. Xiaotian’s Dragon Horns were not yet fully formed—they were merely condensed from light, and they could even change direction.

In that split second, as King Zuo dodged, one of Xiaotian’s Dragon Horns had swerved, making an unnatural turn to impale him in the abdomen.

King Zuo’s entire body convulsed.

He stared blankly at the Dragon Horn protruding from his abdomen.

The Dragon Horn looked illusory, yet it was solidly embedded in his abdomen, pinning him in place and rendering him immobile.

"You..."

He looked at Xiaotian, his heart filled with endless confusion.

He still couldn’t process what had happened.

He tried to pull free from the Dragon Horn, but found he couldn’t.

He was pinned fast.

One of his hands grabbed the Dragon Horn, which felt searing hot to the touch.

"Now, perish."

A demonic glint appeared in Xiaotian’s eyes as he spoke.

The Dragon Horn piercing King Zuo immediately began to twist and writhe like a maggot, growing frantically inside his body. It shuttled back and forth, riddling his torso until it resembled a hornet’s nest.

A bizarre, devouring power even began to emanate from Xiaotian’s Dragon Horn, completely consuming all of King Zuo’s Cultivation.

At the same time, the two bumps on Xiaotian’s head seemed to extend slightly. It was as if his Dragon Horns were growing after devouring King Zuo’s Cultivation Power.

PUFF!

In the end, King Zuo simply exploded.

He was utterly reduced to dust, vanishing from the world.

King Zuo’s appearance had been incomparably dominant.

But his dominance was as fleeting as a night-blooming cereus.

HSSSS...

After a moment of stunned silence, an endless wave of sharp gasps swept through the crowd.

They were all profoundly shaken by Xiaotian’s terrifying power.