Chapter 1288 - 1283: The Third Person (Part 2)

Chapter 1288 -1283: The Third Person (Part 2)

As he spoke, the guy raised his hand, reaching towards Qingluan’s face.

Song Xiaodong didn’t hesitate and shouted loudly, “Stop!” while grabbing a stone and skillfully throwing it at the guy.

Now that Song Xiaodong has reached Great Perfection, even a casual throw carries considerable power. Sensing a strong gust coming at him, the guy didn’t dare to catch it head-on and swiftly retreated.

Taking advantage of the situation, Song Xiaodong dashed forward and stood firmly in front of Qingluan, shouting, “Where did this bastard come from, daring to make a move on my woman.”

“Damn, turns out it’s a young brat.” The guy dodged the stone, saw Song Xiaodong, and immediately cursed with widened eyes.

Song Xiaodong could now clearly see the opponent, a man around fifty, not tall, very thin, with sinister eyes. His gaze gave a chilling feeling to anyone who met it.

“Old man, scram early, or don’t blame me for killing you!” Song Xiaodong puffed out his chest, yelling fiercely at him.

“Hmph, a newly perfected brat daring to be arrogant with me, truly ignorant. I’ll kill you today first, then savor this little girl later.”

Chapter 1284 Kill him

“Who are you to speak so boldly?” Song Xiaodong wanted to probe this guy’s background.

Being able to dismiss a Great Perfection cultivator like him indicated that this opponent was tough, so he intended to buy some time for Qingluan to recover. Once they teamed up, they could handle the old man, or escape would be easier.

“Heh heh…” The guy let out a piercing laugh, saying, “Kid, when you reach the Underworld, you’ll know who I am.”

With that, he extended his hands, his long nails glowing green, attacking Song Xiaodong.

Song Xiaodong didn’t expect the opponent to give him no leeway; besides fighting head-on to block this guy, there was no other option.

Yet in his heart, Song Xiaodong felt a strange excitement. Fighting Qingluan these days, he couldn’t see Qingluan as a mortal enemy since she never intended to kill him.

But this guy was a true enemy, allowing him to fully unleash his current strength. He wanted to test the limits of his abilities.

“Bang!”

Their palms struck together, and Song Xiaodong staggered back three steps, the intense shock making his chest feel tight; he realized his True Qi cultivation was slightly weaker than the guy’s.

“Hmm! Not bad for a kid.” The guy showed a surprised expression.

“You old thing have some skills too.” Song Xiaodong immediately retaliated.

“With your skills, trying to be a Guardian is a dead end. Kid, don’t say I didn’t give you a chance; scram early. I’m in a good mood, don’t want to kill now.”

From their last clash, Song Xiaodong knew the old man’s strength exceeded his but wasn’t as strong as Qingluan. Feeling more confident, he disdainfully said, “You don’t fear being tongue-tied, thinking you can beat me? Let me tell you, seeing how you’re almost buried, I intentionally held back.”

Then he seized the initiative to attack.

“Seeking death!” The guy snorted coldly, targeting Song Xiaodong’s vitals with each move, clearly intending to kill him.

Moreover, his poisonous nails were obvious, something others might miss, but not Song Xiaodong, a renowned doctor, which made him naturally wary.

Even experts like Song Xiaodong and Qingluan can tire him out; capturing Song Xiaodong wouldn’t be easy for this guy.

Furthermore, Song Xiaodong was filled with fighting spirit, not wanting to miss the chance to test his skills with such an opponent.

Their battle continued for thirty moves; the guy only began to gain the upper hand, fueling his fury and making his attacks increasingly relentless.

Knowing victory was out of reach, Song Xiaodong shifted focus to defense, aiming for safety rather than aggression. Although lacking in momentum, his airtight defense frustrated the guy’s attempts to claim victory.

Song Xiaodong kept up for over ten minutes, but fatigue set in as the power gap took its toll; without his recent practice with Qingluan, he would’ve lost by now.

But to Song Xiaodong’s delight, Qingluan was already standing.

Surviving a few more moves, faced with grave danger, Song Xiaodong saw Qingluan recovered, and triumphantly laughed, “Heh heh, old man, you’re doomed. My companion has recovered.”

The guy noticed Qingluan standing, his expression changed; failing to subdue a Great Perfection cultivator and facing an unknown woman meant trouble.

To his surprise, Qingluan stepped back, saying plainly, “You kill him.”

Both the guy and Song Xiaodong were stunned.

Qingluan impatiently said, “His presence ruins my mood. You kill him, or don’t you understand my words?”