Volume 3: The Sword That Shines on the Demon Clan Chapter 40: The Strongest Overlord Black Huang

The air was steaming in the heat wave. Chihuo struck casually, destroying the sharp Baidi Sword and turning this place into purgatory.
"Being arrogant in front of me?"
The figure shrouded in flames stood proudly in the sky, with his arms folded across his chest. In the flames, a pair of cold eyes looked down at Wang Chen.
At the bottom of the arena, Wang Chen gritted his teeth, turned over, and pointed his sword at Chihuo.
However, he only felt his arms were numb, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at them.
"Who on earth is this person? How could he be so strong?"
"Fourth level master Chihuo!"
In the audience, Bao Bufeng's eyes widened as he stared in horror at the fire-god-like figure in the air.
"Chihuo?! Why did Boss Jiang attack him?" Hu Mao was shocked.
"Isn't this courting death?"
Few people know what the mysterious fourth floor of the underground city looks like.
However, it does not prevent the reputation of these masters from spreading throughout the demon clan. What's more, these masters are legendary figures among the demon clan.
And Chihuo is one of the most important figures among them.
A master of this level cannot be defeated even if all the top ten or even all three levels of the arena fighters rush forward.
"Who do you think you are?"
"Dare you to swing your sword at me?"
Amidst the ruins and chaos, Chihuo sneered arrogantly as if he was the master of this space and time.
The flame suddenly rose, bursting into brilliant sparks in the air, and then scattered piece by piece.
“It’s so beautiful.”
A banshee who worshipped the red fire watched with curiosity. The falling flames were as beautiful as flowers. She stared blankly and reached out her hand to catch one.
The roar of the raging bears passed through my eardrums.
Before she could react to what was happening, a huge red fire suddenly ignited around her body and spread out in an instant.
She struggled with a heart-wrenching scream, and in the blink of an eye she turned into a pool of white ash.
"Run away!"
Finally someone in the audience noticed that something was wrong and ran out of the venue with a scream.
Suddenly there was chaos in the arena.
There is no protective formation here at all, and even the subtle demonic power emitted by the red fire can take a person's life.
If he takes action, the aftermath of his demonic power alone can kill people.
He ignored the crowd that was swarming like ants and running out of the venue.
One above and one below, their gazes met.
The sword energy whistled and spun, gradually transforming the long sword in Wang Chen's hand into a luxurious yet holy pure white fairy sword.
The White Emperor Sword reappears.
However, what it faced was the God of Death that it had smashed to pieces with a single punch just a moment ago.
This person is much stronger than himself. Even if he plays all his cards, he still has no confidence.
"There is no way of retreat, the only option is... to kill!" Wang Chen's pupils shrank.
The corner of Chihuo's mouth twitched slightly, as if he was mocking Wang Chen's arrogance.
The scorching demonic energy contained explosive power, filling the surroundings with a strong smell of gunpowder.
"Let's go!"
"Boss Jiang is finished. If he doesn't leave now, we're done too!" Hu Mao and Lu Jin dragged the dazed Xun Bao and squeezed into the crowd with difficulty.
Like a stiff corpse, Xun Bao was dragged and lay down with his body half tilted, without any movement.
However, his dark eyes were fixed on the figure in the air, which was shrouded in red flames, with a slender body, attracting everyone's attention, and like a figure like a fire god.
"It's you..."
His mouth opened and closed inexplicably, making strange noises.
Breathing suddenly became intense and rapid.
With each breath.
Black air drifted out from his nose and the corners of his mouth.
A wisp of black smoke spread out and drifted up to the sky.
In the sky, the life-threatening flaming flowers melted quickly like ice when touched by the black smoke.
Boom...
Boom!
The sound of a huge beating heart drowned out all the chaos.
The monsters were in a panic and their movements stopped.
The arena suddenly darkened, as if a dark cloud was looming.
Then... in just a moment, a terrifying aura suddenly arose with a tremendous pressure that suppressed the entire world, silencing time and space.
Chihuo's eyes flashed with disbelief, his whole body stiffened, and he even ignored Wang Chen and turned his head away mechanically.
Even though there were countless panicked monsters and ruined buildings in sight.
However, all he saw was a tall figure, shrouded in a black aura that looked like smoke and fire.
"This is impossible!"
His eyes suddenly widened.
This was a huge shock, and Chihuo instinctively turned into a shooting star, trying to snatch away.
But he only saw the tall figure flashing by like a black lightning, leaving him no time to react.
I saw the figure approaching.
Familiar faces are the source of Chihuo's frequent nightmares.
"Brother Heihuang, listen to my explanation!"
He was shocked and spoke hurriedly, but in a moment, he could not utter a single sound.
Because a hand covered with black flames, like an iron clamp, tightly clamped his neck and lifted him up in the air.
From being soaring in the air just now, to being lifted in the air like a chicken at this moment.
There was no anger on Chihuo's face, only panic, and his throat was gurgling.
"My good brother...long time no see."
The deep voice carried an irresistible majesty.
Wang Chen looked at Chihuo in confusion. A tall figure appeared in front of him with bulging muscles and black flames constantly emerging from his body.
But this breath seems a little familiar?
Chihuo wanted to speak, but no sound came out. He knew that life and death depended on this moment. His eyes suddenly turned red, and terrible flames suddenly burst out of his hands. He punched Heihuang's head and kicked Heihuang's chest with his feet.
Bang bang!
There were two muffled sounds, and his violent fire power was covered by this obviously superior flame, and not even a spark was created.
"Stubborn."
Following Heihuang's cold and low voice, the pitch-black flames instantly enveloped Chihuo's body.
The intense pain made Chihuo's face red and his eyes were bloodshot as if they were about to burst.
He was an expert at controlling fire, but he could only struggle and wail in pain and helplessness in the black flames.
In severe pain, Chihuo's face kept twisting and his feet kept struggling.
Like a candle, his demonic power, skin, muscles, and bones dripped away inch by inch. In extreme pain, they slowly turned into a pool of black ash and drifted away with the wind.
Such a dramatic change in events is frightening.
Wang Chen was stunned.
What was even more stunned were Hu Mao and Lu Jin. They kept dragging Xun Bao like sculptures.
However, the dog-headed human body was long gone.
"Fly...fly...away." Hu Mao's lips were trembling.
“Chihuo… is dead…” Bao Bufeng murmured in a low voice.
"Black Huang?"
Wang Chen remembered that Hu Mao once said that there were three overlords on the fifth floor of the arena, and the strongest one was called Heihuang.
His first reaction at that time was to think of the Three Kingdoms, but the difference was that Heihuang was plotted against by the other two overlords and was said to be dead.
But I didn't expect it to appear in front of me like this.
There was no doubt about Heihuang's power, so much so that he almost had the illusion that he was facing a great cultivator.
At this moment, Heihuang's pair of clear black and white eyes looked over.
In the arena, the surviving spectators left like a tide.
Something big happened.
Chihuo, a veteran warrior in the fourth-floor fighting arena, died without dignity.
The legendary dead Hei Huang reappears.
When the tiger is locked in a cage, the audience can chat and laugh, but when the tiger is free, there is only fear in people's hearts.
Their eyes met, just like the gaze between Wang Chen and Chi Huo just now.
The black flames rising from his body made Heihuang look like an ancient demon god.
As they looked at each other, the black flames slowly retracted into the body, revealing a face full of wild beauty and long hair that was like steel needles scattered behind him.
"Brother Jiang."
Heihuang suddenly laughed.
This call made Wang Chen stunned.
The Baidi Sword in his hand slowly dissipated.
"Should I call you Heihuang or Xunbao?"
Wang Chen said.
"Whatever you like." Heihuang nodded and laughed.
"Hahaha."
The two of them just burst into laughter.
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