Chapter 129

Meng Su grabbed the Earth Origin and took a look. Just as he was about to make a move, a dark green whirlwind suddenly appeared in the void, and a voice came from within: "Put that thing down; you are not worthy of possessing it."

Meng Su was furious. He had just obtained the treasure after risking his life, and now every Tom, Dick, and Harry was coming to snatch it.

Meng Su gripped the little yellow figure in his hand and stared at the whirlwind before him. The whirlwind clearly still carried the power of teleportation and must have just emerged from a teleportation array. The small whirlwind grew larger and larger, and the swirling wind partially offset the suction force left behind after the Black Mountain Demon dissipated.

The wind stopped, and Yang Xiaoxiao stood before Meng Su. Yang Xiaoxiao didn't even look at Meng Su, instead extending a hand toward him: "Hand it over."

Meng Su laughed: "If I give this to you, what do I get out of it?"

Yang Xiaoxiao: "I'll leave your corpse intact."

Meng Su looked up and laughed: "You ignorant fool. Even if a Supreme stood before me, they wouldn't be this arrogant."

Seeing Meng Su's dismissive expression, Yang Xiaoxiao said coldly: "I will grind your bones to dust."

"You're a lunatic."

Meng Su had no time to deal with Yang Xiaoxiao. He grabbed the Earth Origin with his right hand and slapped it against his brow. Just as the Earth Origin neared his brow, Yang Xiaoxiao moved.

With a gust of wind, Yang Xiaoxiao, who had been dozens of feet away, appeared before Meng Su and struck a palm toward his chest.

Meng Su extended his left hand to meet Yang Xiaoxiao's right. As their palms made contact, a hurricane swirled between them. Meng Su was knocked back more than ten feet by the strike, and after steadying himself, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"You do have some skill, after all."

Meng Su took a breath, and the internal injuries recovered as if they had never been.

No sooner had Meng Su steadied himself than Yang Xiaoxiao arrived before him again, striking another palm toward him.

Meng Su wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, pushed his Demon Power to its peak, and met Yang Xiaoxiao with a palm. He was knocked back seven or eight feet, his chest feeling stifled. He nearly spat out another mouthful of blood.

The opponent was only at the peak of the Demon God realm, just one minor stage higher than Meng Su.

This time, before Meng Su could even stand firm, Yang Xiaoxiao arrived before him again and struck another palm. It was as if he only knew this one move, or perhaps he believed that a cultivator of Meng Su's level was only worthy of this single technique.

Seeing Meng Su at a disadvantage, Yan Chixia was about to step forward to help, but Meng Su shook his head at him, his heart filled with fighting spirit. A Demon Son of the Demon Capital was a top-tier combatant; such an opportunity was rare, and Meng Su did not want anyone else to intervene.

Yan Chixia understood Meng Su's intent and stood to the side, watching.

Yang Xiaoxiao saw Yan Chixia's movement and said coldly: "You must die too. Offending the Yang Family is an unforgivable crime."

In the span of three breaths, Meng Su had taken eight of Yang Xiaoxiao's palms. If not for the Reincarnation Lotus, Meng Su would have long since been too severely injured to stand.

At the ninth palm, Meng Su smiled.

Yang Xiaoxiao's Demon Power was relatively strong, but not to the extent that he could injure Meng Su with a single palm. Yang Xiaoxiao had already mastered a type of Origin Power, and that Origin Power was wind.

He used the Origin of Wind to create a momentum. This momentum, applied between Meng Su and Yang Xiaoxiao, was like a waterfall with a high drop; Yang Xiaoxiao used this momentum to gain ten times the power of his original Demon Power. Naturally, Meng Su was no match.

Since it was a supernatural ability, it was easy to deal with.

For the tenth palm, Yang Xiaoxiao lunged at Meng Su with a whirlwind. Meng Su retreated rapidly, using his Thought Power to drive his "Body Follows Thought." This was the pinnacle of movement techniques, a peerless art comparable to the Daoist "Shrinking Ground to an Inch."

Meng Su and Yang Xiaoxiao maintained a constant distance of ten feet. Meng Su looked at Yang Xiaoxiao's arrogant face, a mocking smile appearing on his own.

Yang Xiaoxiao also realized that Meng Su was only at the mid-stage of the Demon God realm, a lower realm than his own. In the past, he would have killed a Demon Cultivator of this level with a single palm, never needing a second move. Yet, the person before him was exceptionally tough; if not for his own mastery of the Wind Origin, he wouldn't have been able to injure him.

When Yang Xiaoxiao saw the mocking smile on the lips of Meng Su, who remained constantly before his eyes, his self-esteem was severely wounded. He was moving forward, and the opponent was moving backward, yet the opponent was not slower than him. What kind of movement technique was this?

Yang Xiaoxiao let out a long roar toward the sky and shouted: "Who exactly are you?"

"The one who's going to beat you up."

Yang Xiaoxiao was furious. He pushed his Demon Power to the limit, and a gust of wind wrapped around his body, turning him into a black lightning bolt in the air as he lunged at Meng Su.

Meng Su smiled, his brow's Thought Power surging. He used "Body Follows Thought" again, but this time he applied it to Yang Xiaoxiao. Yang Xiaoxiao's wind-like figure began to slow down, slower and slower, as if a wall had appeared before him. But at this moment, Yang Xiaoxiao's Demon Power was already at its limit, and he was pushing his entire body hard into this wall. Finally, he came to a stop.

Yang Xiaoxiao remained frozen in the void in a sprinting posture. At this moment, Yang Xiaoxiao thought he was still sprinting and did not realize he had stopped at all.

Yan Chixia, standing to the side, looked at Yang Xiaoxiao's bizarre posture and couldn't help but glance at Meng Su: "Where did this youth come from, to be able to go toe-to-toe with a Demon Son of the Demon Capital?"

Yan Chixia knew Yang Xiaoxiao; he often encountered him in the Monster Forest. As for the Yang Family, they had always kept their distance.

Meng Su, who had been retreating rapidly, suddenly stood still. He pointed a finger at the frozen Yang Xiaoxiao, and Yang Xiaoxiao shifted horizontally to stand before him, as if frozen by ice, yet his expression showed he was still straining to circulate his power.

Meng Su extended his left hand and slapped Yang Xiaoxiao across the face dozens of times in a row.

In an instant, blood flew, spit sprayed, and teeth shattered. Yang Xiaoxiao's face swelled up like a pig's head.

"Slapping faces is my specialty."

"So-called Demon Sons are nothing more than this."

These two sentences dealt a heavy blow to the self-esteem of Yang Xiaoxiao, who still thought he was chasing Meng Su. Since he started his path, he had never suffered such a loss. Even when facing other Demon Sons, he would only lose by a move or half a move, but here at Meng Su's hands, he was being beaten as miserably as a child.

There are very few purely evil people in this world. Many evil people are forced into it. But Yang Xiaoxiao was a born villain.

From the time he was a fetus, Yang Xiaoxiao was already committing evil. Yang's mother was pregnant with twins, but the brother Yang Xiaoxiao was born with was a stillborn, missing arms and legs, having been injured by Yang Xiaoxiao while still in the womb.

After birth, he continued his evil ways, poisoning his older brothers one by one, either openly or secretly.

At twelve, in order to enter the Demon path, he killed his own birth mother with his own hands. But this person had a ruthless heart; he had tortured his mother to death and felt no sadness at all, let alone entering the Demon path.

Later, he killed all the brothers and sisters of his own lineage. This finally alarmed the Patriarch of the Yang Family, who wanted to execute him, but he was protected by Yang Guangyin, who taught him Demon Arts. During the process of the Demon Son hegemony, he fought his way through and became a Demon Son of the Demon Capital.

It can be said that Yang Xiaoxiao's history of growth is a history of slaughter. The number of Demon Cultivators who died at his hands is countless, not to mention ordinary people.

Yang Xiaoxiao, who had never suffered such a great loss, was consumed by rage and nearly entered the Demon path. He spat out a mouthful of blood. It was from pure anger.

Right in front of Yang Xiaoxiao, Meng Su slowly pressed the little mud figure in his hand into his own brow.

Such humiliation nearly made Yang Xiaoxiao pass out from anger. But his Thought Power was still there; Meng Su's Thought Power was added to his own momentum, making this momentum exceed his control. He could only remain frozen in this bizarre posture. It was as if the time around him had been drained away.