The Steward Demonic Emperor Chapter 836: Corpse

Chapter 836: Corpse

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Bam!
Ren Xiaoyun stomped and shot for Zhuo Fan, focusing all his power and bloodthirst into his fist.
Zhuo Fan raised the Qilin arm to block. The resulting clash had actually sent Zhuo Fan flying for a thousand meters, his prized arm unable to take all the brunt.
Frowning, Zhuo Fan’s red arm shook, which made Ren Xiaoyun laugh, “Ha-ha-ha, I didn’t believe it when everyone told me what a monster you are, but now I do. My soul is that of the cold steel sword, tougher than anything. Anything below the Soul Harmony Stage, even if made of black iron, can never stand up to it. Who’d have thought I’d see the day a mere fresh Ethereal Stage punk would do the impossible? You really are an abomination.”
“Is that praise or mockery I hear?”
He was still going backward, even as his right hand was shaking. Zhuo Fan eyed him coldly.
Grinning, Ren Xiaoyun’s eyes flashed red, “Praising, what else? You’re the first Ethereal Stage cultivator to take on a Soul Harmony cultivator’s punch. Though, that’s pretty much it.”
Ren Xiaoyun’s fist swung like a hammer, coming at Zhuo Fan’s face from the side.
Zhuo Fan felt an incredible pressure, taking his breath away.
Squinting hard, Zhuo Fan’s was quick to act and a draconic roar echoed as a scarlet dragon tail came from behind, lashing at the punch.
“Is this your heaven dragon soul, Almighty Scarlet Dragon King?”
Ren Xiaoyun lit up and laughed, wearing a nasty grin, “A shame no matter how strong the soul, it’s nothing against a Soul Harmony expert!”
Boom!
The tail and the mighty fist finally clashed.
The dragon howled, its tail flung back from the punch and landed hard on Zhuo Fan’s face. He was sent flying once more, this time for miles, blasting any house or building in his way.
Sss~
Everyone gasped in shock at the display.
[Sect Leader is so strong!]
[He killed him in one blow!]
“Father is supreme! Sect Leader is amazing!”
Ren Cong exploded in glee after a moment of stupefaction. The others bowed in respect, “Sect Leader is amazing!”
One elder came before Ren Xiaoyun with a smile and a bow, “Sect Leader’s power has improved again. Congratulations on your imminent advancement.”
“I think so too as well, ha-ha-ha…”
Ren Xiaoyun pointed in Zhuo Fan’s direction, “Someone check and see if he’s still alive.”
“Ha-ha-ha, highly unlikely.”
The elder smiled, “It was a fluke for the boy to survive Sect Leader’s first punch, so how could he take a second one?”
“It always pays to be cautious. This kid’s too tenacious, ha-ha-ha…”
Ren Xiaoyun laughed in pride. Even he wrote Zhuo Fan off after that almighty punch of his, but he still wanted to be safe.
If he survived, one more light strike should correct that.
The elder’s gaze was full of admiration, his words oozing flattery, “Sect Leader is so cautious, for the future of Heaven Trailing Sect. I shall now do my duty.”
Ren Xiaoyun nodded and the elder shouted for two disciples to check Zhuo Fan’s body.
How could young master Ren ever miss the chance of seeing his enemy’s mutilated corpse, “Father, can I go as well? In case he survives, I’ll be sure to not let my junior brothers suffer any problems. I can make a quick decision if anything happens.”
[Our hero!]
The disciples were touched to the core.
It never occurred to them to ask that since checking a corpse was so dangerous, why not send an elder instead?
This showed Sect Leader was utterly confident Zhuo Fan would never crawl back out. Ren Cong thus was only taking this chance to be in the limelight.
Ren Xiaoyun admired his son for knowing to be prompt in any circumstance, when to retreat and when to flex.
“Sect Leader, young master is so brave and always has his fellow disciples’ wellbeing at heart. It’s a blessing to have him in our sect.” The same elder went for another round of kissing rear, elating Ren Xiaoyun.
“Ha-ha-ha, my child is always so reckless, making his father worry.”
“Sect Leader is right, young master’s valor is beyond anyone’s. He’s a blessing to the sect, but he’s also got Sect Leader concerned. Sigh, such woe to your heart.” The elder was far from finished it seemed.
Ren Xiaoyun eyed him and laughed.
[Hmm, the elder is strong enough. He’ll make a good venerable, ha-ha-ha.]
He gestured for Ren Cong to go.
Ren Cong skipped over to the ruins in all his childish exuberance, “Humph, Zhuo Fan you finally got yours. Now let’s see just how wretched your death is. Is your head popped like a melon or your limbs all over the place, he-he-he…”
Ren Cong shoved his hand in, to grab Zhuo’s body.
An explosion sounded next, with a scarlet claw coming out ahead of him and grabbing his head.
“Aah!”
The wail echoed throughout the sect.
The people shuddered, watching as a dusty and shabby person came out of the rubble. In his right, he had a familiar figure, Ren Cong.
“Cong’er!”
Ren Xiaoyun cried out, overwhelmed by what he saw, “Z-Zhuo Fan, that punch should’ve killed you!”
Zhuo Fan turned his head, his eyes cold as ice. After spitting out the blood in his mouth, he sneered, “How is a ghost supposed to die again?”
With a roar, a scarlet dragon head appeared next to Zhuo Fan.
“H-How is this possible?”
Ren Xiaoyun was in disbelief, “How is his soul intact after a Soul Harmony punch? How is it so strong? This can’t be happening!”
Zhuo Fan mocked, “Ignorance is bliss. A soul’s strength depends solely on the cultivation art. As for this dragon soul, the other variants won’t be able to show its true potential. Only by changing its core is its power revealed!”
The scarlet dragon head shifted, turning golden with raging flames around its frame.
Its power was the true difference, increased dozens of times, maybe even enough to pressure a Soul Harmony expert.
Decimating Golden Heaven Dragon King was the strongest form of a heaven dragon soul. The only one capable of fighting a Soul Harmony expert.
Ren Xiaoyun and everyone around him stood dumbstruck.
It was a first for them to see a soul unharmed after taking a Soul Harmony expert’s strike. Reason dictated Soul Harmony Stage was the bane of souls, but this soul was just way too strong.
Wu~
Ren Cong struggled in Zhuo Fan’s grip, whining and wailing.
Ren Xiaoyun came to at last and shouted, “Zhuo Fan, let my son go or…”
Pa!
Zhuo Fan flicked his hand and threw Ren Cong to the golden dragon behind. It opened its fiery maw, swallowing Ren Cong whole. With a crunch, blood started spilling between its fangs in all directions, some even landing on Zhuo Fan’s face.
Zhuo Fan’s cold smile never faltered, now creepier with all the blood.
Ren Cong shook a couple of times before stilling.
Turned into a golden dragon’s chew toy, his soul was suffering the same fate, torn to bits.
Seeing the blood of his son dripping on the ground from the dragon’s teeth, Ren Xiaoyun was lost for a moment.
Then his eyes went bloodshot and he spat Zhuo Fan’s name with all the hatred he could muster…