Super Dragon Cultivation System

The dozen or so Asuras were all stunned. They stood rooted to the ground, unable to believe their eyes.    

    

All of this happened too quickly. It was so fast that even their Tier 4 God Realm cephalo- went blank for a short period of time!    

    

Yu Xiu was ranked in the top 100 of Heaven's Pride's ranking. Even many of the older generation's friar did not dare to rashly fight with him.    

    

Over a hundred elders had been defeated by him all these years.    

    

However, it was precisely because of this amazing talent that he was able to defeat all of them. This peerless genius of Heaven's Pride had sent an unknown little figure flying tens of thousands of meters away with just a single strike. It was unknown whether he was dead or alive!    

    

All of the demi-human race present, the dozens of Asura, couldn't help but feel their hearts tremble.    

    

"Xiu Yu!"    

    

A female Asura's beautiful face lost all color, and her figure flashed as she flew towards the mountain range where Xiu Yu had fallen.    

    

The other Asura also looked into the distance with expressions of worry and anger.    

    

A moment later, the female Asura flew back with the unconscious Xiu Yu in her arms.    

    

"How is it?"    

    

"Xiu Yu, he..."    

    

A dozen or so Asuras surrounded him.    

    

"Brother Xiu Yu is seriously injured and unconscious. His life is temporarily safe!"    

    

The female Asura said in grief.    

    

When the Asura heard this, they couldn't help but sigh in relief.    

    

As long as one was alive, that was good. The Asura Race had a special constitution. Even if their bodies were destroyed, they would still be able to recover through the secret method.    

    

But the prerequisite was that their divine souls could be preserved by at least a third.    

    

"Zhang Xing!"    

    

The female Asura fed Xiu Yu a few healing pills and gently placed him on the ground. She suddenly turned her head and looked at Zhang Xing with a murderous look.    

    

At this time, Zhang Xing's Black was fluttering in the wind and his long hair was fluttering in the wind. He stood at the foot of the divine mountain like a divine king that had just been born.    

    

He looked at the dozen or so Asura who were bursting with killing intent. His face was as calm as before.    

    

"Don't worry, he won't die. I've already shown mercy.    

    

You and I have no enmity with each other. It's common for conflict to occur between us just to snatch the Radiant Stone.    

    

Whoever has a fist that's hard will have the Radiant Stone. If I lose to you guys, I won't complain at all."    

    

Zhang Xing stood there calmly, as if he was talking about family matters to everyone. He seemed so relaxed and casual.    

    

"Humph! We won't accept your kindness! Injuring my Brother Xiu Yu is my enemy!"    

    

The female Asura was called Zhexiu, and she was Xiu Yu's junior sister. The two of them were childhood sweethearts, and they both fell in love with each other.    

    

They only needed Master's nod to become Dao companions.    

    

As soon as she finished speaking, killing intent appeared in Zhexiu's eyes. With a buzz, two short swords flew out of her sleeves.    

    

In the next moment, her figure flashed as she charged toward Zhang Xing.    

    

"Junior Sister, wait..."    

    

The senior brothers on the side wanted to stop her, but they all knew Zhexiu's temper. Even if they tried to persuade her, it would be useless.    

    

However, even if they knew it was useless, they had to stop her when the time came.    

    

This was because Zhexiu was absolutely no match for Zhang Xing.    

    

Even someone as powerful as Yu Xiu had been defeated by Zhang Xing with a single strike. There was even less of a doubt about what had happened to Zhexiu.    

    

However, at this moment, zhexiu had already arrived in front of Zhang Xing. She handed over two short swords and sent a cold beam of light at Zhang Xing's Neck.    

    

Zhang Xing didn't move. He looked indifferently at the two short swords and lightly spat out two words in the air.    

    

"Wind, come!"    

    

A crack suddenly appeared in the space in front of the two short swords.    

    

"Wuwu!"    

    

A spatial astral wind suddenly blew out!    

    

"Clang!"    

    

The two short swords' sword blade instantly shattered.    

    

Even the fierce Sword Qi was blown away by the astral wind!    

    

Time seemed to come to a standstill as Zhexiu blankly raised the hilt of sword in his hand. He was only half a foot away from Zhang Xing's Neck.    

    

The killing intent in her eyes had already been replaced by shock. She stared at the hilt of sword in her hand with disbelief.