READ NOVEL ONLINE Chapter 48: Is Hun Xiu Dead?
When the people on the platform heard what Hun Tian Di said, they were stunned. They never expected such words from their clan leader.
What did he mean? Was he hinting at something else?
Many thoughts flashed through the minds of those present.
Gu Yuan was momentarily dazed by Hun Tian Di's statement but quickly regained his composure. He didn't comment, instead smiling faintly and continuing to observe the figure in white on the stage.
He wondered, What is Hun Xiu planning? Is he really going to withstand Hun Dou Luo's 'Extreme Wind Finger,' a move comparable to a Heaven-level fighting skill?
Hun Tian Di also focused his gaze on Hun Xiu, who showed no signs of resisting. His expression turned grim as he thought, You little bastard, are you really seeking death?
Gu Xun'er, oblivious to whether Hun Xiu was "seeking death" or not, never took her bright eyes off him. To her, Brother Hun Xiu was the best.
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Amid the horrified gazes of the crowd, Hun Xiu stood motionless under the oppressive weight of the colossal finger. Though his legs trembled and threatened to buckle, he held his wooden sword firmly.
"Hun Xiu, if you don't know what's good for you, you can't blame me," Hun Dou Luo murmured to herself, watching him.
The massive finger descended faster and faster, its immense power creating a roaring wind.
Boom!
The finger landed with a deafening crash, piercing the stage and plummeting into the square below. Dust and debris filled the air.
Hun Dou Luo stood frozen, staring at the settling dust. "Is Hun Xiu… dead?" she whispered.
She had sensed no resistance from him when the attack struck. Relying solely on his physical body to endure such an attack was an act of madness.
But now, fear gripped her heart. What if he really is dead?
Hun Xiu was the Soul Clan's most talented genius, a prodigy with the potential to become a Dou Di. If he truly died under her attack, would she become the clan's sinner?
Her face turned pale as she cast a nervous glance at Hun Tian Di. His dark expression made her heart sink further. She realized her fate might be sealed.
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Meanwhile, Hun Feng smirked as he gazed at the rising dust. "Hun Xiu, you must be dead, right?" he murmured.
But he didn't dare voice his thoughts aloud. If Hun Xiu somehow survived and overheard, Hun Feng knew he'd face severe consequences.
The entire crowd held its breath, their eyes fixed on the dust-filled square.
Hun Tian Di's expression grew uglier by the moment. Was Xiu'er really seeking death? Did he truly choose to endure the Extreme Wind Finger without resistance?
He waved his hand, and a gust of wind swept the dust away, revealing the scene within the crater.
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In the massive pit stood a lone figure, his white robes tattered and dust-covered. He held his wooden sword tightly, his hair disheveled, and his face smeared with dirt and blood.
Though battered, Hun Xiu remained standing.
The spectators were stunned. Though he had taken the full brunt of a high-level Earth-rank fighting skill with no defense, he was still alive.
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Hun Tian Di's lips curled into a faint smile. I thought I'd have to work harder tonight to produce another heir, but it seems unnecessary now.
Gu Yuan nodded appreciatively. What a remarkable body. Hun Xiu didn't disappoint me.
The elders of the Soul Clan were equally impressed. Hun Xiu had proven himself as the clan's greatest genius, a true prodigy with unmatched potential.
From this moment, no one doubted his position as the Soul Clan's future Young Master.