Star Martial Soaring Cloud

"Catch that ugly bird! It's in cahoots with Wang Xiao!" Someone recognized Kung Pao Chicken at a glance; its appearance was so striking that it was hard not to remember it.

"Pah! You can't expect anything good to come out of a dog's mouth!" Kung Pao Chicken retorted, slinging his wings over his hips, looking every bit the scoundrel. "This old man is all about being dashing and imposing! You bunch of country bumpkins who've never seen the world, what do you know!"

Despite his fierce curses, Kung Pao Chicken lacked any courage to "fight to the death" when faced with the overwhelming horde of cultivators.

Its eyes darted around, and with a sudden push of its hind legs, it wiggled its round, plump rear end and took off running, its movements incredibly swift.

What's even more cunning is that its escape route is exactly the opposite of the direction where Wang Xiao is hiding, clearly indicating that it wants to lure the group away.

"Hey you ugly bird up there, don't you dare run away!" The cultivator behind him was furious, jumping up and down as he chased after him, shouting, "Tell me Wang Xiao's whereabouts, and I might spare your life, otherwise I'll roast you into a crispy chicken!"

"Damn it! If you're so tough, why don't you stop chasing me!" Kung Pao Chicken didn't even turn its head, but its mouth didn't stop for a second, and its pace quickened. As if deliberately provoking, it took a few steps and then suddenly flapped its wings and soared into the air, wiggling its round, plump rear end. Its cheeky appearance was so infuriating.

"As for whether I have the guts or not, you'll have to go back and ask your mothers! They definitely know better than I do—otherwise, how could they have given birth to a bunch of stupid pigs like you who can't even follow a path!"

This sharp tongue, once unleashed, instantly ignited public outrage.

The cursing of Kung Pao Chicken is like a river bursting its banks, endless and rhythmic, ranging from insults to ancestors to trivial matters, with vulgar language mixed with sarcastic sarcasm, making the cursing extremely "artistic".

The cultivators chasing behind him had veins bulging on their foreheads, and they were all trembling with anger, wishing they could bang their heads against the wall on the spot. But the vile curses kept buzzing like flies, showing no sign of stopping.

In the heat of its rant, it suddenly paused, tilted its head, and muttered, "Wait, what did I just say? Why do I feel like I've gotten myself into this mess?"

While running wildly, he was also reflecting on himself, an action that infuriated the other cultivators even more.

"You ugly bird, stop right there! If you've got the guts, don't hide in the sky!" A cultivator, driven mad by the insults, pointed at the Kung Pao Chicken in the air and roared, "If you dare land, I'll slap you to death!"

"Pah!" Kung Pao Chicken spat in the man's direction, flapping its wings smugly. "I flew up here by my own skill, why should I come down? If you're so capable, fly up here yourself! I'll drown you in my spit! Besides, you look like a deformed gourd, an eyesore! If it were a delicate beauty, maybe I could stay and have a good discussion about the philosophy of life and romance with you!"

The mere mention of beautiful women seemed to ignite a surge of adrenaline. He froze mid-air, his fierce demeanor vanishing, replaced by a smooth-talking, serious expression. He loudly proclaimed, "By the way, the one shouting the loudest just now, do you have an older sister? If not, a younger sister will do. If all else fails, an aunt, mother, or maternal aunt will do! I'm honest and fair, I'm not picky! I wouldn't mind having some wonderful stories with them, letting them experience my 24 styles of lovemaking!"

"Pfft—" Finally, one of the cultivators couldn't withstand the continuous mental attacks. He was so angry that blood flowed from his seven orifices, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot.

But Kung Pao Chicken seemed to have gotten addicted to cursing. Instead of stopping, he cursed even more vigorously, deliberately spewing out the most offensive and disgusting words.

Suspended in mid-air, it calmly and unhurriedly engaged in a verbal battle with the crowd, cursing the people on the left and then turning its head to curse the people on the right, with clear logic and brisk rhythm, as if it were putting on a grand "street cursing performance".

Seeing someone being scolded until their face turned pale and they were about to collapse, about to vomit blood, it didn't forget to fly over and approach them, offering a few hypocritical words of comfort.

"Brother, don't rush to fall!" it said in a very "sincere" tone. "I've only just started greeting your ninth-generation ancestor; the real culprit hasn't even appeared yet! Get up quickly, let's continue our in-depth study of your family's eighteen generations of ancestors!"

"Hey, hey, hey... you fatso over there, why are you kneeling down?" Seeing a cultivator's legs go weak and he kneel on the ground after being scolded, Kung Pao Chicken went even further, raising his voice to shout, "No need to be so polite, kneeling down to thank me is too formal! I just helped you remember who your biological father is, what's the big deal! Or should I help you figure out where your ancestral graves are buried?"

Compared to the relaxed and playful atmosphere on Kung Pao Chicken's side, Wang Xiao's situation could only be described as terrible—fierce battles followed one after another without stopping.

Blood mist lingered in the forest. Wang Xiao had been fighting the Hua family for a long time, and he had personally killed as many as seven people.

With his extraordinary intuition, Wang Xiao deliberately avoided the other trial participants—they were innocent people, and he was not a ruthless killer.

But the Hua family wasn't so lucky. The two sides had long been mortal enemies, and unless one side was completely defeated, this duel would never end.

Compared to those cultivators driven by profit, the Hua family is even less tolerant of Wang Xiao's existence.

Once Wang Xiao finds an opportunity to reveal the truth, the current situation will be completely reversed, and the Hua family will absolutely not be able to withstand such a blow.

No one in the Hua family wanted to see this outcome.

To avoid any unforeseen complications, they were more eager than anyone else to eliminate Wang Xiao. Moreover, if they could get rid of Wang Xiao under the pretext of "slaying a murderous demon," the Hua family's reputation would also rise, truly achieving multiple benefits at once.

Especially today, after the Hua family received a crucial piece of intelligence, they, who originally planned to play cat and mouse, actually mobilized all their members, determined to eliminate Wang Xiao, this major threat, as soon as possible.

"Are you sure?" Young Master Lianhua held the intelligence report handed to him by his subordinate, his fingertips trembling slightly.

"While I'm not 100% certain, the possibility is extremely high. The sword Wang Xiao used last night appears to be the Seven Star Sword; he might be that person's successor," the old servant replied in a deep voice.

"What did you say?" The young master Lianhua trembled in shock, scattering the newsletter across the floor. His face was deathly pale, and his body shook uncontrollably. "If only I had known this was possible..."

"It's too late, young master." The old servant interrupted him, his tone grave yet tinged with certainty. "Now we must get rid of that brat as soon as possible, and we must not let a word of it leak out. It would be best if we could frame someone else. As for that person, we have nothing to fear now—our Hua family has..." At this point, the old servant deliberately paused, giving Lianhua Gongzi a knowing smile.

"Haha...right! We still have something to rely on!" Young Master Lianhua instantly snapped back to reality, slapping his thigh and laughing wildly, his previous fear completely gone. "I almost forgot about that! Send the order down: all the Hua family disciples who have entered the mountain, mobilize them! Take that brat's head as soon as possible!"

"Yes, sir!"

Inside a pavilion within the city, a pair of eyes gazed in the darkness towards Lishan, murmuring softly, "The successor of Seven Star Mountain?"

Deep in the forest, Wang Xiao held a sword in his left hand and a knife in his right, launching a wide and sweeping attack. With each horizontal and vertical slash, the materialized sword energy and dazzling knife light reached two zhang in length, echoing through the forest with a series of ear-piercing whistling sounds.

The weapons in his hands were all taken from the enemy—without the infusion of vital energy, the Seven Star Sword, as soft as a willow branch, was not suitable for such a brutal bloodbath.

After a series of battles, we must conserve our vital energy as much as possible.

Most of the time, he relied entirely on his powerful physique, tempered by the Nine Heavens of Ice and Fire, and the hard weapons he had seized for close combat; only when he encountered cultivators who had reached the Lesser Completion of the Fish Leap stage or above would he use his vital essence to fight them.

After a life-or-death battle, Wang Xiao was covered in the pungent smell of blood.

Half of his clothes were already soaked in blood, evaporated, and congealed into a dark red lump; the other half was stained with fresh blood, which slowly dripped down the hem.

Just as he was about to find a secluded place to rest, a long whistling sound suddenly came from afar, and a figure pierced through the dense forest, rushing towards him like a thunderbolt.

Alarm bells rang in Wang Xiao's mind—judging from the power of that howling sound, the newcomer's cultivation was extraordinary, and his vital energy was extremely abundant; he must be a cultivator at the Fish Leap Perfection Realm!

The whistling sound grew closer and closer. Before Wang Xiao could fully regain his footing, a red figure swooped down from the sky like an eagle catching a rabbit.

The man leaped several feet and in the blink of an eye approached him from ten feet away. He was the old man in red who had ambushed him yesterday!

"You old codger, you tried to ambush me yesterday, and you're doing it again today?" Wang Xiao said sarcastically, but he dared not be careless in the slightest.

He could clearly feel the pressure emanating from the other party—after all, the other party was two minor realms higher than him.

He was confident he could easily handle a cultivator at the Lesser Completion stage of the Fish Leap, but this red-robed elder was the first time he had faced a cultivator at the Perfected Fish Leap stage.

The enemy was very strong; their aura, fighting spirit, and cultivation level made Wang Xiao truly feel the threat of death for the first time.

The old man in red leaped into the air, his attack already taking shape in mid-air.

Taking advantage of the momentum of his leap, he suddenly tilted his body, parallel to the ground, and his feet left the ground, kicking out with a series of kicks from both legs.

The force of the leg tore through the air, producing a thunderous sound that carried far and wide, utterly terrifying.

In the blink of an eye, he kicked out more than a dozen condensed foot shadows at Wang Xiao. The violent energy fluctuations spread through the forest, and a tremendous force rushed straight at Wang Xiao's face.

Its roar was like a tiger's roar, and its attack was like a tiger's pounce—fierce and unparalleled!

Wang Xiao's expression remained unchanged, but inwardly he was filled with dread.

He quickly stepped back with his left foot, bent his right leg into a half-bow shape, lowered his center of gravity, and firmly planted his body, as if he had built an indestructible Great Wall of Steel.

Immediately afterwards, he raised both his sword and saber. With his right hand, he slashed down with his long saber, while his left hand suddenly raised his short sword. He alternated between slashing down and raising his saber, and slashing down and raising his sword, continuously unleashing more than a dozen unparalleled sharp slashes at the shadowy figure in the air.

"boom--!"

Two terrifying forces collided violently in the air, unleashing bursts of intense energy shockwaves like crashing waves.

The surrounding trees were swept away by the violent energy flow, falling in rows and their branches and leaves flying everywhere.

A sudden gust of wind arose, scattering fallen leaves everywhere. A mix of fighting spirit, killing intent, and chill permeated the air, as if the height of summer had long since passed, and the entire forest was shrouded in the desolation of autumn.

After the attack, Wang Xiao was forced back several steps by the enormous impact, and the soil beneath his feet was crushed into two shallow pits; while the old man in red landed steadily, looking calm.

Even though Wang Xiao was well prepared, with his center of gravity low and his body extremely stable, he was still forced back by the old man's attack.

This red-robed old man's strength is indeed astonishing; he probably has one foot in the Dragon Gate Divine Realm!

"Why did your Hua family frame me?" Despite being defeated in one blow, Wang Xiao showed no fear. Instead, he let his messy hair fly in the wind, his eyes like lightning, staring intently at the old man in red.

"Zhong Yungao has destroyed the five-generation foundation of my Hua family! If it weren't for that, how could we have fallen to this point, forced to negotiate with a tiger and do these shady things!" The old man in red said through gritted teeth, a hint of resentment flashing in his eyes.

"I see. No wonder Young Master Lianhua was so hostile towards me when he first entered the city. However—" Wang Xiao paused, his eyes suddenly turning cold.

"Gamblers deserve to die!"