Invincible Over the World

Watching Huang Wei scream like a madman, Huang Xiaolong sneered and slowly walked towards him. As Huang Xiaolong got closer, the frenzied screaming of Huang Wei abruptly stopped. His eyes widened in terror as he frantically backed away, but just as he was about to concede defeat, a figure flashed, and Huang Xiaolong punched him in the left cheek. With a miserable scream, he staggered back repeatedly.

After punching him, Huang Xiaolong closed the distance and threw another punch.

Several punches later, Huang Wei was dizzy and disoriented, unable to tell north from south, and his already swollen face turned even more grotesque.

Below the stage, Huang Ming watched his son's miserable state and felt extreme anger. Finally, he couldn't help but turn to Huang Qide and said, "Dad, you see, is this acceptable?!"

Huang Qide hesitated for a moment, then said, "That's enough, Xiao Long."

Upon hearing his grandfather Huang Qide speak, Huang Xiaolong kicked one more time fiercely before he stopped.

"You!" Huang Ming glared furiously.

Huang Xiaolong, ignoring Huang Ming's glaring eyes, smiled at Huang Ming and said, "Uncle, it was just an accident. Please forgive me!"

An accident?!

The crowd looked at Huang Wei, who had been beaten to a pulp, with bizarre expressions on their faces.

Next to Li Mu, Li Lu couldn't help but burst into laughter once more.

Huang Qide looked at Huang Xiaolong on the stage and frowned slightly, but he did not speak. He could tell that Huang Xiaolong had not been lethal; Huang Wei only had superficial injuries.

Huang Ming was so furious he almost vomited blood.

At this point, Huang Wei finally had the chance to cry out, his cries echoing around as he approached Huang Ming: "Dad, he hit me, he hit me!" He pointed at Huang Xiaolong, tears streaming down his face.

After all, Huang Wei was just a seven-year-old child, and being beaten like that, he cried uncontrollably.

The elders and stewards of the Huang Family Manor shook their heads secretly, while Huang Ming's face showed extreme embarrassment.

Thus, the competition between Huang Xiaolong and Huang Wei ended with Huang Wei looking like a pig's head. Following that, other disciples proceeded with their matches.

However, compared to the earlier competition between Huang Xiaolong and Huang Wei, the subsequent matches of the other disciples seemed less interesting.

Several hours later, this year's annual event concluded.

After the event, the people from the Huang Family Manor were inwardly sighing. This annual event, which should have highlighted Huang Wei, turned him into a laughingstock, while Huang Xiaolong, who was never taken seriously before, became the most dazzling figure!

North Hall Courtyard.

In the Great Hall, Huang Wei roared, "If it weren't for Huang Xiaolong's dumb luck in swallowing three Yang Fruits, how could someone with a Seventh Rank Martial Soul talent break through the Second Rank! I don't accept this. Huang Xiaolong, I want revenge. At the next annual event, I will repay this humiliation a hundredfold, a thousandfold!" His face, smashed into a pig's head, became ferocious and twisted.

Huang Ming sat there, expressionless, with a cold glint occasionally flashing across his eyes.

At this year's annual meeting, Huang Xiaolong truly embarrassed him.

Compared to the North Hall, the East Hall was filled with cheers and laughter.

"Good son, you really didn't disappoint your dad this time!" Huang Peng laughed heartily, "Awesome, just awesome!" The thought of his elder brother Huang Ming's angry face at the meeting delighted him tremendously.

"Xiao Long, come here, let Mom have a good look at you." Su Yan pulled Huang Xiaolong in front of her, looked him over, and smiled, "You, breaking through to Second Rank without telling your mom and dad, made us worry for a long time."

Huang Xiaolong didn't know how to start talking and could only smile.

If his dad and mom knew that he was actually not a Second-stage Warrior, what would their expressions be like? However, Huang Xiaolong still planned to conceal his true strength for the time being. If he revealed his Third Stage Late Stage Peak strength now, it would likely be more than just troublesome.

Right now, as a Second-stage Warrior, he could explain it by having consumed three Yang Fruits. But for Third Stage Late Stage Peak, it would definitely arouse suspicion. If people knew his Martial Soul was a Super Martial Soul, it might bring disaster of annihilation to the Huang Family Manor.

In the East Hall, after being "nagged" by his parents for a long time, Huang Xiaolong finally returned to his small courtyard.

Just as he entered the small courtyard, a small figure pounced towards him. Huang Xiaolong didn't dodge but smiled instead, "Little fellow, where have you run off to these past few days?"

This small figure was the Soul-devouring Purple Monkey.

Half a year had passed, and the Soul-devouring Purple Monkey's size hadn't changed much. However, its eyes had become more lively, and the ice-blue color in its eyes emitted a daunting brilliance.

"Chirp chirp chirp!" The Soul-devouring Purple Monkey arrived on Huang Xiaolong's shoulder, chirping and gesturing with its hands.

"Are you saying, you want me to go with you to the back mountain?" Huang Xiaolong asked. Having spent half a year together, he roughly understood the Soul-devouring Purple Monkey's body language.

"Chirp chirp chirp!" The Soul-devouring Purple Monkey's face lit up with joy, and it nodded.

"Alright, let's go!" Huang Xiaolong nodded, since he had nothing else to do, and then he left the Huang Family Manor with the Soul-devouring Purple Monkey, guided by the monkey, to a mountainous area in the back mountain. Upon arriving there, they saw a ten-meter-long Big Flower Python sitting cross-legged ahead! Seeing the Big Flower Python, Huang Xiaolong gasped in surprise and realized what the little fellow, the Soul-devouring Purple Monkey, meant by bringing him here to the back mountain—it was to get into a fight!

Spotting Huang Xiaolong and the Soul-devouring Purple Monkey, the Big Flower Python suddenly raised its head, its eyes fixed on them, and with a flick of its tongue, it charged at them instantly.

Huang Xiaolong's expression became solemn; he could tell that the Big Flower Python was a Fourth Rank demon beast. Although it was only Fourth Rank, it was extremely dangerous for him, who was currently just at Third Stage Late Stage Peak.

However, Huang Xiaolong dodged swiftly, barely evading the Big Flower Python's attack. The Soul-devouring Purple Monkey screeched oddly and leapt from Huang Xiaolong's shoulder, soaring above the python's head and slamming down with its monkey paws.

The Big Flower Python's head got hit and, shrieking in pain, it twisted its body, its mouth gaping wide as it ferociously attempted to devour the Soul-devouring Purple Monkey. Huang Xiaolong's heart tightened, but just then, the Soul-devouring Purple Monkey flew a few meters in mid-air, barely dodging the Big Flower Python's gaping mouth. Huang Xiaolong heaved a sigh of relief.

Huang Xiaolong activated the Asura Technique, his body enveloped in swirling black killing energy as his eyes turned blood-red and his hair turned white and stood on end. However, Huang Xiaolong did not attack immediately but stood aside, his blood-red eyes coldly watching the ongoing struggle between the Big Flower Python and the Soul-devouring Purple Monkey.

Just as the Big Flower Python twisted its body again, suddenly, Huang Xiaolong, who had been standing at the side, moved. He soared into the air, resembling a dark cloud under the sunlight. Unbeknownst to when, two Shura Blades appeared in Huang Xiaolong's hands, and arriving beneath the Big Flower Python's head, he swung his arms violently. Twin black light flashes crossed the air.

The Big Flower Python screamed miserably, blood spraying everywhere as it rolled on the ground, but after a while, it stopped moving completely.

Huang Xiaolong's eyes and hair slowly returned to normal. He retracted the Shura Blades into his arms, then walked over with the Soul-devouring Purple Monkey.