"My next strike will take your left hand!"
Ling Xiao’s voice rang out again, devoid of any emotion, so indifferent, as if he were just casually ntioning it.
But this ti, no one thought he was joking.
"The sa move won’t work twice, young man, you’re underestimating !"
Although the expert had lost an arm, he still displayed the deanor of a master.
"Oh, is that so?"
Ling Xiao smiled slightly and almost with the sa movent as before, flicked out a Crimson Sun Cone.
The expert closed his eyes the mont the Crimson Sun Cone flew out and then easily dodged it.
After all, he still had so skill.
He opened his eyes, a smug smile blossoming on his face.
The martial artists from the Cangjing Family also looked at Ling Xiao with a hint of mockery in their eyes.
They seed to think that this young man wasn’t such a big deal, that the previous move was just a lucky fluke.
"Ah—!"
However, at that mont, the expert scread again.
His entire left hand was severed.
A chilling aura coiled around his left arm.
Apparently, Ling Xiao had hidden a Shadow Cone within the shadow of the Crimson Sun Cone.
If the opponent had kept his eyes open, he might have noticed it, but since he closed his eyes initially, he fell right into the trap.
"Enough! Are you going to watch your comrade be humiliated like this? Kill him; if he doesn’t die, you know what will happen when you return!"
The woman, seeing her trusted expert so humiliated, was clearly enraged to the extre.
She roared, using rewards to tempt her subordinates, and punishnt to intimidate them.
Using both carrot and stick, she attempted to make the remaining dozens of people fight for her.
"Miss, are you serious?"
One of them asked excitedly.
As a twelfth-level Yin-Yang Realm martial artist, he desperately needed a suitable weapon and a set of powerful martial arts.
If he could receive the rewards the woman spoke of, he could definitely soar to great heights like a carp leaping over the dragon gate.
The temptation was simply too great.
He wasn’t the only martial artist with this thought.
Almost everyone looked eagerly at the woman, hoping for a definite answer.
"Of course it’s true. When have my words ever not counted? As long as you can kill him, I guarantee you’ll get the rewards you want!"
The woman nodded confidently.
"Alright!"
Everyone nodded, having made up their minds.
Suddenly, the martial artist with both arms severed flew towards Ling Xiao.
A strange smile appeared at the corner of Ling Xiao’s mouth: "Using your life to create an opportunity for your comrades, it’s a good idea, but unfortunately, it ans nothing to ."
Ling Xiao’s soul power was imnsely powerful, everything around him was under his control; the actions of this person, as well as the other martial artists, could not escape the capture of his soul power.
The man didn’t speak, continuing to accelerate towards Ling Xiao.
When he was about a ter away from Ling Xiao, his mouth suddenly cracked open, revealing a sinister grin.
"Die with !"
Inside his clothes, he had attached over a dozen Thunderbolt Bombs. The power of just one could easily kill a low-level Yin-Yang Realm martial artist; over a dozen tied together could turn even twelfth or thirteenth-level Yin-Yang Realm martial artists into ashes.
This guy, truly worthy of being a death warrior of the Cangjing Family, had long planned to die together.
Ling Xiao’s expression was still indifferent.
"Leng i, get away from ."
Upon receiving the order, Leng i’s figure flickered and she was already several hundred ters away.
At that mont, the Thunderbolt Bomb exploded.
The terrifying shockwave blasted several martial artists watching the spectacle who couldn’t escape in ti to pieces, leaving nothing but a few scraps of clothing.
"Hahaha, well-done! Well-done!"
In the sky, that woman paused for a mont, then laughed maniacally.
No matter what thod, as long as Ling Xiao was killed, she was satisfied.
But the explosive smoke did not disperse; instead, it suddenly contracted and disappeared.
Ling Xiao remained standing there unscathed, and the martial artist who attempted to die with him with the Thunderbolt Bombs was nowhere to be seen.
"Ding!"
At that mont, Ling Xiao extended his right hand, clashing with a sharp spear, creating a tallic clanging sound.
"An ambush?"
Ling Xiao glanced at the ambushing martial artist, who was the only surviving one on the ground.
The twelfth-level Yin-Yang Realm martial artist.
In fact, even before the explosive smoke cleared, this person had already made a move to attack.
He was one of the calr ones, knowing that Ling Xiao might not have been killed by the explosion.
If Ling Xiao wasn’t dead, he would attack at once to assassinate Ling Xiao.
Unfortunately, Ling Xiao was fully aware of any disturbance in his surroundings; the ambush thought to be executed perfectly was anticipated by Ling Xiao all along.
"Looks like you want to die too!"
Ling Xiao coldly smiled, his left hand holding a swirling mass of black energy.
Shadow Power, Mystery of the Shadow, also known as the Mystery of Darkness.
In the universe, the ultimate darkness was the black hole.
Absorbing everything, devouring it.
Ling Xiao certainly couldn’t create a black hole, but he could create a small dark space capable of devouring energy.
Earlier, the power of over a dozen Thunderbolt Bombs was all absorbed into this black energy.
"This is sothing I’ve recently developed, the Twelve Shadow Mysteries—Dark Prison! And the Twelfth Secret of Light—Light Prison! You’re very honored to sample my brand-new move!"
Ling Xiao’s icy voice echoed in the man’s ear.
Dark Prison absorbs energy!
Light Prison releases energy!
This was a perfect combination of light and shadow!
Ling Xiao’s left hand, a ball of white light, bead down on the opponent.
The energy absorbed by the Dark Prison was completely released through the Light Prison.
The ambusher’s face revealed a hint of terror, hurriedly shaking the spear in his hand, releasing all the Yin-Yang Elental Force within, determined to have a fight to the death with Ling Xiao.
Because he knew he couldn’t escape.
If he ran, he would die even faster.
However, if he didn’t run, what difference would it make?
"Crack!"
The terrifying energy released from the Light Prison t the enemy’s spear in mid-air.
The dreadful explosive force was released, instantly shattering the spear into pieces.
This was the explosive power of over a dozen Thunderbolt Bombs, amplified by the Power of Light into a terrifying attack.
How could the opponent resist it?
Only now did the man realize that he had greatly overestimated himself; the young man before him was far more terrifying than he had imagined.
He couldn’t fight!
Fighting wouldn’t bring victory!
He casually tossed out a Thunderbolt Bomb and turned to flee.
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