Chapter 925

"Burning Flame Art!"

Zhao Xing's expression was solemn as his hands formed seals.

He unleashed a secret technique, causing the blood within his body to boil and surge, and his bloodline power to pour out frantically.

A scorching aura was released from his body.

Instantly, a crimson flame appeared before Zhao Xing.

This flame was dark gold in color, emitting a terrifying temperature that distorted the surrounding air.

"Melt for me!"

Zhao Xing let out a sharp shout, controlling the flame as he bombarded Zhao Hai with it.

Seeing this dark golden flame rushing toward him,

Zhao Hai's expression suddenly tightened.

He could feel that this flame contained terrifying energy; it was clearly not simple.

Immediately, Zhao Hai hurriedly formed hand seals.

Powerful auras erupted from his body.

This aura was the pressure belonging to an Eighth-Grade Wu Zong.

In an instant, a surging, torrential earth-yellow energy burst forth.

It was like a great sun descending.

This was none other than the Eighth-Grade Earth-element martial skill, Earth Shield.

A massive earth-yellow stone stele blocked his path.

This Earth Shield had extremely powerful defensive capabilities.

Even a Ninth-Grade Spirit Treasure would find it difficult to break through.

The next moment, the dark golden flame collided with the massive wall of earth energy.

A dull sound was emitted.

The thick wall of earth energy was shattered directly.

The flame continued to bombard Zhao Hai.

Zhao Hai was immediately sent flying by the flame; his chest collapsed, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Zhao Hai's eyes were wide open, revealing a deep sense of unwillingness.

He had never imagined that Zhao Xing had actually broken through to become a martial artist.

He was even more shocked that Zhao Xing's strength had become so terrifying.

This made Zhao Hai feel very unhappy; he did not understand what kind of dog-shit luck the other party had to possess such heaven-defying fortune.

"Zhao Xing, you killed my son; today, I will have your life as a burial sacrifice!"

Zhao Hai looked at Zhao Xing, his eyes filled with resentment as he roared hideously.

Immediately, his body began to shine with infinite brilliance.

"Brother, save me!"

At this moment, Zhao Donghua's voice suddenly rang out.

Zhao Xing's expression changed, and he turned around rapidly.

He saw that on the other side, Zhao Donghua was in a sorry state, covered in blood.

Behind him followed a group of men in black.

These men in black held weapons and were preparing to kill Zhao Donghua.

"Daring to touch this Young Master's friend, you are courting death!"

Zhao Xing's expression was gloomy; he shouted coldly and struck out immediately.

His arms transformed into sharp claws as he lunged forward.

Like a dragon's claw reaching out, he instantly bombarded two of the men in black to death.

Afterward, Zhao Xing arrived before Zhao Donghua.

"Brother Zhao Xing!"

Zhao Donghua's eyes were filled with joy at this moment.

"Donghua, are you alright?"

Zhao Xing asked with concern.

"I'm fine, just injured!"

Zhao Donghua said while wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Just then, a brilliant blade light swept out from the void.

It instantly beheaded a Seventh-Grade Wu Zong expert.

Subsequently, a burly and majestic figure stood in the void.

He wore armor, had a resolute face, sharp glints in his eyes, and exuded an aura of iron-blooded slaughter.

This was a Legion Commander at the Sixth-Grade Wu Zong realm.

He held a long spear and stepped through the air, arriving before Zhao Xing, where he cupped his fists and said, "Greetings, Lord!"

"Thank you for your hard work. Leave this place to me," Zhao Xing nodded.

Afterward, this army retreated directly from the canyon.

Only Zhao Xing, Zhao Donghua, and the Sixth-Grade Wu Zong Legion Commander remained in this place.

"Brat, do you know who he is?"

The Legion Commander looked at Zhao Xing and spat out coldly.

He pointed at the corpse on the ground.

Zhao Xing's expression changed slightly; his gaze swept toward the corpse on the ground, and he was stunned.

This corpse was none other than Zhao Hai's.

"You are from the Great Sun Imperial Family!"

Zhao Xing looked at the young man, his expression changing as he could not help but say.

"Correct. Since you recognize me, you should be clear about your ending today.

Behave and surrender, and perhaps I can spare your life!"

Zhao Hai looked at Zhao Xing and said arrogantly.

At this moment, he did not put Zhao Xing in his eyes at all.

"Hehe!"

Zhao Xing chuckled, not afraid in the slightest.

"Are you really not afraid?"

Zhao Hai's expression changed slightly.

"Too much nonsense, go to hell!"

Zhao Xing snorted coldly and charged forward directly.

He swung his fist toward Zhao Hai.

"Hmph, how can the light of a firefly compete with the brilliance of the moon!"

Zhao Hai shouted coldly, urging the Origin Core within his body.

Immediately, a brilliant Origin Core emerged.

Wisps of earth-element spiritual energy gathered in his limbs and bones, forming massive energy.

This energy poured into his right index finger, causing its power to skyrocket.

Likewise, a finger beam was pointed out, carrying the power to destroy everything as it shot fiercely toward Zhao Xing.

In an instant, the two attacks collided, producing a thunderous explosion.

Monstrous energy spread out.

Zhao Hai's palm was directly pierced through.

His entire arm collapsed; he flew backward several meters, spat out a mouthful of blood, and his expression turned pale.

Zhao Hai's face revealed a look of shock; he had never expected Zhao Xing's strength to increase so rapidly.

"Zhao Xing, you..."

At this moment, Zhao Hai looked at Zhao Xing, shouting with an expression of disbelief.

He could not imagine that Zhao Xing's strength had already surpassed his own. ===== CHAPTER 927 =====