Chapter 231 — Section 233: Each Fighting Their Own Battle [Third Update]

The Bloodfire Pagoda comprised seven levels in all, and the pagoda fire generated by each level differed from the rest. The Qilin King had cultivated to the fifth level, and the pagoda fire he produced was called the Crimson Blood Pagoda Fire.

Those who could cultivate to the fifth level of pagoda fire were exceedingly few, and of this the Qilin King had always been immensely proud.

Yet what he never in his wildest dreams expected was to meet someone today who could suppress him in martial arts.

That uncanny claw technique was in no way inferior to his own Bloodfire Pagoda. A seventh-tier golden soul-general card worth twenty-seven million star coins—that was absolutely a sky-high price. Martial arts had developed to their present state with great rigor, and prices were equally transparent.

An ordinary seventh-tier golden soul-general card cost four or five million at most, yet the Bloodfire Pagoda was worth twenty-seven million—absolutely a top-tier card among seventh-tier soul-general cards.

And yet the other's martial art was likewise in no way inferior to the Bloodfire Pagoda.

But what vexed the Qilin King was not merely that Tang Tang possessed a top-tier martial art of his own; Tang Tang's whole outfit made the Qilin King so green with envy he nearly spat blood.

A suit—a silver suit, no less. That incomparably nimble figure let the Qilin King easily judge, at a glance, roughly how powerful this suit was.

And having judged it, he was thoroughly depressed.

Then there was the Sickle-Blood Cat Blade—a treasured artifact, one of the treasured artifacts of the Celestial Cat Constellation. Treasured artifacts were far easier to recognize than ordinary star secret-treasures; their many deeds were always recounted with relish and spread far and wide. As it happened, the Qilin King just happened to remember the Sickle-Blood Cat Blade—and so he was all the more depressed!

He, the illustrious leader of the Five Slayers, actually had an outfit inferior to a child's.

How humiliating!

Tang Tang was utterly immersed in his attack; this was his first time since his sudden enlightenment, and he fought with incomparable exhilaration. The fire-sickle ghost-claw of Tang Duo formed a system of its own, and the power of its burning true-force was astonishing.

Coupled with the peacock's nimble agility, Tang Tang seemed all the more at ease.

At last the Sickle-Blood Cat Blade let Tang Cen know the power of a treasured artifact. The wailing cat-cry carried a strange force that influenced others against their will.

Tang Yan knew that this odd-sounding sound was one of the Sickle-Blood Cat Blade's killing moves.

The Cat's Weeping Wicked Sound!

The enemy's mind was involuntarily affected by that wailing cry, and the Qilin King suffered deeply from it.

If the Qilin King knew that Tang Tang carried more than one treasured artifact, what expression would he wear?

The Sky-Blue Elixir Crane supplied an endless stream of true-force; Tang Tang had fought until now without a trace of fatigue.

Aided by the treasured artifact and the suit, Tang Tang had actually suppressed the Qilin King bit by bit.

The Qilin King grew greatly alarmed. He drew a deep breath, and a streak of red light traveled from his throat down to his chest, where it came to rest precisely at the eye of the qilin painted there.

The five-colored qilin abruptly opened its blood-red eyes.

Just at that moment, Tang Duo's fingertips seemed suddenly to break through a barrier, and his fingers relaxed.

Tang Duo's eyes blazed bright.

Master level—his fire-sickle ghost-claw had finally reached master level!

He had ground down the anvil, yet that had not brought his fire-sickle ghost-claw to master level; only now, at this moment, had his fire-sickle ghost-claw truly reached master level.

An indescribable ease spread through his fingertips, as though they had shed every restraint, as though the air itself did not exist.

Master level... so this was master level!

Tang Duo's gaze turned sharp in an instant. Master level—then let this damned Qilin King be the celebration!

He raised his right palm, five fingers hooked like talons, and at his fingertips five points of blazing light burst forth.

What would the true-force-burning new fire-sickle ghost-claw look like at master level? How it made one's heart race!

Five fingers hooked like talons, trailing five dazzling stars, he clawed toward the Qilin King!