Pursued by the Top Grade Saintess after Engagement Annulled-Chapter 294 - 292: Self-Destruction, Sanctimonious Hypocrites Enrage Xia Feng

Chapter 294: Chapter 292: Self-Destruction, Sanctimonious Hypocrites Enrage Xia Feng

Xia Feng couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh in the tent.

He couldn’t understand what the White Tiger Emperor was up to, trying to provoke him against Feng Yu at this juncture.

Indeed, although Feng Yu was unruly by nature and sometimes seemed quite unreliable,

his feelings towards Xia Feng were pure. Since his surrender, he had always admired Xia Feng greatly.

Xia Feng could even feel that the Power of Faith he received from Feng Yu was much richer than that of others.

Seeing the White Tiger Emperor speaking like this, Feng Yu was about to explode.

The originally thin Great Dao of Wind in his hand thickened considerably, and he fiercely lashed it towards the White Tiger Emperor.

A Jade Pendant in front of the White Tiger Emperor shattered upon impact, and a transparent protective shield enveloped him.

Before he could even catch his breath, Feng Yu, wielding the Great Dao of Wind, was already upon him.

Xia Feng lifted the tent flap, watching with interest as the two chased each other in the air.

The White Tiger Emperor had quite a few tricks up his sleeve; he dodged twice in a row, his speed actually increasing instead of decreasing.

Finally, his body started to be surrounded by traces of the Power of Sanctity.

Xia Feng was momentarily stunned.

He had always thought the Western Continent was entirely a world dominated by dark Martial Artists like Demons and the Death Empire.

But unexpectedly, this weak White Tiger Empire in the middle actually cultivated the Great Dao of Sanctity.

Feng Yu, however, was aware and didn’t hesitate to attack the White Tiger Emperor.

The two of them, by the end, seemed more like they were brawling, and even the soldiers below stopped fighting to watch.

Seeing the two engaged in such a deadlock, Xia Feng feared that the fight wouldn’t end anytime soon.

He was still waiting to finish up here so he could enter the Dream Realm Pearl to accompany the ladies.

With that thought, Xia Feng lightly coughed twice.

These coughs were inaudible to those below but sounded like thunder in the ears of Feng Yu and the White Tiger Emperor.

Feng Yu paused, quickly retreated, then scanned the area with his eyes until he spotted Xia Feng’s figure and landed beside him.

The White Tiger Emperor felt the two coughs make his blood surge. If not for the opponent holding back, those coughs might have cost him his life.

Suppressing the blood about to spill from his chest, he gritted his teeth and asked, "This is a fight between me and Feng Yu, does the Emperor’s Son want to intervene?"

Feng Yu was about to speak in anger, but Xia Feng raised his hand to signal him to wait.

A faint mist condensed beneath his feet, lifting him directly into the air.

"The warring sides of this conflict are Great Xia and the White Tiger. Do you think you’re only worthy of fighting him?"

Xia Feng’s lips curled into a mocking smile, while Feng Yu fittingly chimed in from behind, "Exactly, I’m just a guard beside the Emperor’s Son."

"Would the dignified White Tiger Emperor not dare to face the Emperor’s Son in combat?"

"Tsk tsk, not even as good as the Li Huo Emperor."

If Feng Yu hadn’t said the last part, the White Tiger Emperor was really considering whether Xia Feng would surrender.

But hearing Feng Yu say that he was not as good as the Li Huo Emperor, the White Tiger Emperor trembled with anger.

All his life, he had been cautious, wanting to carve out a path for his subjects between the Death Empire and the Demon Empire.

His reputation was of utmost importance to him, so when Great Xia arrived, he instructed his soldiers that even in defeat, they should lose with dignity.

Not like the Li Huo Empire, which became a laughingstock among all the empires on the continent.

Now, with Feng Yu saying he was no better than the Li Huo Emperor, it struck his fatal weakness.

The White Tiger Emperor trembled with fury, the Power of Sanctity swirling chaotically around him, seemingly on the verge of self-destruction.

Feng Yu hadn’t expected his words would provoke such a strong reaction from the White Tiger Emperor and was momentarily stunned, instinctively looking towards Xia Feng.

If he would make a move, he could surely save the White Tiger Emperor.

But Xia Feng showed no response, his expression even turning a bit cold.

He watched as the White Tiger Emperor self-destructed before him, then casually waved his hand to disperse the explosive mist that ensued.

In mid-air, it seemed as if nothing had happened, causing the soldiers below to be momentarily confused, unsure whether they should keep fighting or not.

During this moment of hesitation, successive White Tiger Emperors emerged from their various secluded confines, glaring angrily at Xia Feng.

"My son was such a good Emperor, and yet you forced him to his death."

Xia Feng’s expression turned even colder: "He self-destructed on his own."

Opposite stood those who were angrier: "If you hadn’t forced him, why would he choose death!"

Seeing these people pretending to be high and mighty, they were eager to tarnish Xia Feng’s reputation but dared not step forward to do anything, standing on the moral high ground to blame him.

The darkness in Xia Feng’s eyes grew more apparent.

The opposing side hadn’t noticed yet, but Feng Yu, who had been with him, sensed something was amiss and looked at Xia Feng with some concern.

Having followed the Emperor’s Son for so long, Feng Yu knew that he was actually quite an easygoing person.

Why was he so angry this time?

Before he could figure it out, the successive White Tiger Emperors began to perish.

A fire from Li Huo inexplicably started burning on the first speaking White Tiger Emperor’s body.

The flames weren’t very fierce, unlike before in Great Li, where the snow and ice sculptures with their artistic sense of death vividly appeared everywhere.

This burning had no warning and suddenly ignited from within them.

It couldn’t be doused, nor could it be withstood.

Half alive and half dead, they lingered on, and no one knew who among the White Tiger Emperors the flames would consume next.

The White Tiger Emperors who weren’t affected still barely maintained their pride, refusing to bow down, even insulting Xia Feng.

Those who were affected began to beg Xia Feng for mercy.

But Xia Feng intended to spare none of them.

He stood in mid-air, gazing at the White Tiger Emperors before him with an almost indifferent look, as if he wanted to engrave their wretched state before death into his memory.

Feng Yu pursed his lips, unsure of what to say.

"Emperor’s Son, this..."

Xia Feng suddenly interrupted him: "Do you see these people before you?"

"Hypocritical, thinking their reputation is more important than their lives, but when it comes to the crisis, they still beg for mercy."

He smiled: "It’s a pity there’s no device to capture this, otherwise I’d want to broadcast the way they look now."

Feng Yu shivered, not understanding why the Emperor’s Son harbored such strong enmity and malice.

The expressions of the White Tiger Emperors hardened at this, as the burning from Li Huo, like a dull knife grinding flesh, refused to let them die immediately and prevented them from resisting.

Once the first White Tiger Emperor who spoke was burned to a dried black husk and fell to the ground, the soldiers below began to, at some unknown point, cast aside their weapons one by one.

They knelt on the ground, looking panicked, seemingly afraid that Xia Feng’s next target would be them, all starting to surrender and plead for mercy.