Ling Xiao originally planned to quietly pass the ti in this earthly reincarnation. After his cultivation level recovered, he would leave.
Not offending anyone, nor drawing any attention.
But today, upon hearing the news of his father's death, he couldn't hold back anymore.
Ling Xiao had never held back before; he had fought and killed his way through, tired of living like a coward.
He was the Heavenly Emperor of the Heavenly Dynasty, yet now he was being bullied by the trash of this small Yuhua Town. How could he endure it?
Calling Ling Baiye trash was not wrong; the guy was eighteen, and in the big cities of Xuanwu Continent, young martial artists at this age were generally already entering the Yin-Yang Realm cultivation level.
But the martial artists in this town were poor, only having Heavenly Man Realm cultivation level.
Eighteen years of cultivation, yet not as good as twelve months of mine.
As for that Huang Wu, even less need to ntion, total waste.
Perhaps his perspective had grown, after all, Ling Xiao had attended the White Tiger Summit; among the many people he encountered there, even if they were enemies, which one didn't have more talent than these two wastes?
Still, these two wastes, especially Ling Baiye were even hailed as geniuses of Yuhua Town.
Ling Xiao couldn't help but laugh.
It turns out, in this small town, genius was such a worthless thing.
Ling Baiye's n blocked Ling Xiao, then he stepped out from the crowd, teasingly looking at Ling Xiao and said: "Kid, your drunkard father is dead, have you gone mad too?
Even dare to kill the guards of our Ling Family?"
In Ling Xiao's eyes, Ling Baiye was a waste, but in Yuhua Town, Ling Baiye was considered a genius by others.
Hence his arrogance was sowhat normal.
However, he shouldn't have mocked after Ling Xiao's father died.
"Guard dog tries to kill the master, don't I have the right to kill this dog?"
Ling Xiao looked coldly at Ling Baiye, with killing intent rising in his heart.
Although his cultivation level hasn't recovered yet, a martial artist at the First Turn Heavenly Realm was far stronger than normal Heavenly Man Realm martial artists.
To him, Ling Baiye was no more than a bug that he could crush casually.
He didn't strike imdiately only because the other party hasn't made a move.
"Even if it's a dog, it's still our Ling Family's; who are you, a foster son's child, to kill him?"
Ling Baiye looked down at Ling Xiao, ordering as if he had already beco the clan leader of the Ling Family.
"I killed him, so what? Plan to revenge for your dead dog son?"
Usually, Ling Xiao couldn't bother with this waste, but today, his mood was bad.
Extrely bad!
"Arrogant! Hit him!"
Probably because of his spoiled nature, upon hearing Ling Xiao's bad attitude, Ling Baiye waved his hand, and his henchn imdiately surrounded and attacked, intending to beat Ling Xiao brutally.
"Beat him hard; doesn't matter if he's beaten to death, just like his drunkard father, dead and nobody cares."
Ling Baiye shouted loudly.
Hearing these words, Ling Xiao frowned, lightly stomped his foot, and a formidable force injected into the ground, then surged out, sending those dozen henchn flying.
Simultaneously, he rushed forward, grabbing Ling Baiye's collar.
Though he was only twelve months old, equivalent to twelve years in maturity, his stature was taller than average kids.
Grabbing Ling Baiye's collar wasn't too difficult.
Just not as easily as before.
"Did you kill my father?"
Cold killing intent glead in Ling Xiao's eyes; although he avoided using previous martial skills to conceal his identity, the Imperial Heaven Earth Power was perfectly fine.
This was inherently part of his physical strength, not revealing anything to others.
"You! What do you want?"
Startled, Ling Baiye never expected this ordinarily unnoticed boy to be so powerful.
"Answer my question, or I'll kill you too!"
Ling Xiao said coldly.
Beside him, Huang Wu watched, stupefied, unsure how this normally quiet boy was so strong.
Even reincarnated martial artists shouldn't improve this fast in just twelve months.
"Not , truly I didn't kill him."
Terrified, Ling Baiye quickly shook his head.
"You know my nature, usually just teaching and bullying people but truly not daring to kill."
"Humph, better hope I don't find out my father's death is connected to you, or your entire family dies!"
Ling Xiao wasn't bluffing. He could destroy the Xuanwu Divine Hall; destroying the Ling Family ant nothing to him.
Though not engulfed by Devil Intent entirely, his mindset was influenced by it; for these decisive matters, he hesitated not at all.
Throwing Ling Baiye aside, Ling Xiao led the once-again shocked Xiao Wu forward.
Nearby servants and maids stared at him in bewildernt.
The once frail, bully-able master Ling Xiao today had turned formidable!
But he had offended Young Master Baiye, likely inviting trouble.
Young Master Baiye's brother, Ling Wansui, was a disciple of the Xuan She Demon Sect; though just an outer disciple, his cultivation far surpassed Ling Baiye.
Ling Xiao was too young; he might not stand a chance.
Not all maids and servants were bullies; so actually sympathized with Ling Xiao's plight.
But being servants themselves, they dared not speak out, only complained in their hearts.
Ling Xiao's father, nad Ling Tieshou, was a very ordinary na given by the Ling Family's old master.
Being granted the Ling surna should've been honorable, yet due to poor aptitude, he dwindled down to being beaten to death at ho.
Too tragic.
Ling Xiao was walking forward when suddenly he saw several people carrying a mat, within which was rolled his father, Ling Tieshou.
Ling Tieshou carried a strong sll of alcohol, but Ling Xiao, amidst the alcohol, caught a hint of fragrance unique to won.
His father Ling Tieshou hadn't touched a woman since Ling Xiao was born, so whence ca this scent?
Ling Xiao frowned, stopping those people and said: "Put him down."
"Young Master Ling Xiao, Young Master instructed us to quickly handle this corpse. It's hot now, afraid it might cause plague."
The leading servant coldly looked at Ling Xiao and said.
Though still calling him young master by mouth, his face lacked any respectful expression.
Probably in their eyes, Ling Xiao warranted no respect.
"I said, put him down! Didn't hear or just refusing to listen?"
Rage flared in Ling Xiao's heart, almost uncontrollable.
What does it an to roll the corpse in a mat and call it disposing because of fear of plague?
This was sheer humiliation.
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