Chapter 1820: Warfire Xugu Saint

Boom!

The cave shook, the lava seemed to boil, churning incessantly. Fire Xugu Saint squinted, his voice carrying the power to crush worlds: "Say that again?"

"What do you want to do?"

Mo Ling Saint hurried forward.

The president being so direct caught him off guard as well, but since they followed him as their leader, naturally they would not back down in action or speech.

"I've long heard of your arrogance as soul shamans, defying Master Kong back then, leading the Master Scholars to massacre your entire clan, and finally fleeing here... I thought it was just a legend, but now it seems it's true!"

Taking a step forward, waves of heat surged in all directions. Fire Xugu Saint sneered again, the heat on his body tearing space into shreds.

In thousands of years as an ancestor and patriarch, this was the first time someone dared to come and say they wanted to take him as a beast pet. Even Emperor Chenyong back then wouldn't dare speak such words. A kid at the Immortal realm... quite bold!

If he didn't teach him a lesson, where would his dignity be?

"What we soul shamans have done is none of your business!"

Mo Ling Saint snorted coldly.

"Is that so?"

The massive head turned to look, and a streak of fire immediately poured down. Mo Ling Saint's pupils contracted, and he raised his hands.

Bang!

The flame clashed with his palms, and a huge crater appeared beneath Mo Ling Saint's feet as he retreated dozens of steps.

Unexpectedly, this guy struck without warning. Mo Ling Saint was furious, and with a flicker, he charged forward. Mid-air, he unleashed his power, and the cave instantly filled with a chilling wind, as if about to freeze into ice.

Soul shamans fear fire, but having learned the techniques taught by the president, this oppressive feeling had vanished. In a real fight, they might not lose!

"Let me handle it."

Before he could reach the enemy, a calm voice sounded. Mo Ling Saint stopped and looked warily at the massive creature not far away.

Whoosh!

Zhang Xuan stepped forward, arriving before the lava, and looked at Fire Xugu Saint hovering in the air: "How about this: you and I make a bet?"

Fire Xugu Saint did not reply, only stared intently.

He had never met Mo Ling Saint but had heard of his reputation—formidable and arrogant. Yet now he obeyed this man so loyally; there must be extraordinary means.

"My bet is simple: I fight you. If you lose, you submit to me and become my beast pet. If you win, I will bring Emperor Chenyong here and make him personally agree to terms favorable to you sacred beasts."

Zhang Xuan smiled faintly: "What do you think? Surely you're not afraid to face someone of my strength?"

"Hmph!"

Fire Xugu Saint snorted coldly, and his massive hoof struck through the air: "Let me see the true skill of the Soul Shaman President!"

Boom!

The space beneath the hoof shattered, and the power, almost tangible, sealed off Zhang Xuan's position entirely.

Mo Ling Saint clenched his fists, his face anxious.

Even he would find it hard to withstand the force of this strike.

Could it be... that Fire Xugu Saint, unseen for millennia, had increased his cultivation again?

"He's using the terrain..."

After the shock, he quickly understood.

It wasn't that the opponent's strength had surged dramatically; at their level, even a slight breakthrough was extremely difficult.

The reason it seemed so powerful was that he was leveraging the lava within the cave, maximizing the advantages of the flame beast itself.

In this state, Mo Ling Saint was no longer his match.

At best, he could escape.

If even he couldn't win, what about the president?

He hurriedly looked over and saw the president smile lightly, flick his wrist, and a long spear appear in his palm.

As if treading on breaking waves, stepping on the rising lava, he flew upward. The spear in his hand flickered, man and spear becoming one, instantly transforming into a soaring dragon that charged toward the hoof above.

Boom!

The dragon let out a brief cry in midair, and the cave cracked under the sound, countless rocks falling from above.

"Is that... the Eight Dragon Notes?"

Mo Ling Saint was stunned.

This dragon roar had only been seen in books, said to be a cry only true dragons could make. Countless beings, unable to withstand the might of a single shout, would have their minds shattered and go mad.

Hadn't the Dragon Bone Divine Spear just broken through?

And its bloodline was impure... how could it emit such a roar?

Staggering back!

While he was shocked, Fire Xugu Saint seemed unable to believe it either, involuntarily retreating a few steps, his eyes filled with horror.

Though it had no dragon bloodline and the Eight Dragon Notes had no essential oppression, the sound emitted from a dragon—the awe inspired by the king of beasts—still cracked its mind, making it dare not face it head-on.

Whoosh!

As soon as it retreated, it saw the black dragon's massive tail churn, stirring the lava below, which rolled up like a tornado, forming dozens of lava fire dragons.

Shaking its head, it realized it wasn't the black dragon's power, but the youth standing still, spinning his spear. Under the rapid rotation of the spear shaft, the lava formed dragons surging toward it.

"This is my domain. Using my own things against me—you think it's that simple?"

Unexpectedly, his own battlefield was borrowed by the opponent and used to such devastating effect. Fire Xugu Saint snorted a puff of flame from his thick nose, raised his hooves, and stamped down.

Hum!

A golden ripple spread outward, and the countless lava dragons, upon contact, shattered one after another, reverting to droplets and falling back down.

He had been here for thousands of years, and the earthly fire and lava were all tempered by him. Though briefly under the opponent's command, he could easily reclaim control if he wished.

"Is that so?"

Zhang Xuan withdrew his spear and stood still, smiling faintly, not discouraged by the opponent's reclamation of the lava, but brimming with confidence.

Fire Xugu Saint looked at him again, the earlier contempt gone from his eyes: "To become the Soul Shaman President, you are indeed no simpleton... But your true strength is only at the Immortal realm Great Perfection. The reason you can unleash such powerful combat power is because of this spear, isn't it?"

From the first exchange, he had seen that this so-called president's real strength was not great; his ability to fight him was mainly due to the spear.

"Correct."

Zhang Xuan did not deny it.

"A weapon without its master cannot unleash its full power. That you can execute such formidable techniques, nearly putting me in a tight spot, shows you have good insight and combat experience..."

Seeing him admit it, Fire Xugu Saint nodded approvingly, then snorted: "But if that's all, thinking you can beat me... you're overthinking it!"

As his words ended, the lava below boiled again, surging up from the ground like a rising tide.