"Stop with the sarcastic remarks, it's our fault, we were blind and underestimated people. As long as we survive, we'll do whatever Ling Xiao asks of us in the future."
At this mont, many people in the crowd silently swore and prayed.
They pinned their hopes on Ling Xiao.
Of course, so people still looked down on Ling Xiao.
For example, the Tianfeng Group and Eight Immortals Mountain.
The Tianfeng Group dispatched a Gold mber, while the Eight Immortals Mountain sent a disciple from the Upper Eight Immortals Mountain.
However, they only sent one person each.
The Gold mber from the Tianfeng Group is nad Chen Fengxiao, while the disciple from the Upper Eight Immortals Mountain is Sha Diao.
In their view, the insignificant Demon Shadow Sect could be easily destroyed with just the actions of these two people.
However, when Chen Fengxiao and Sha Diao arrived at the Underground City under Wang Peng's lead, they did not imdiately take action.
Both had enigmatic cold smiles on their faces.
"Why don't you hurry and help? Ling Xiao alone surely can't be a match for that Demon Envoy."
Wang Peng shouted anxiously.
"Shut up!"
Sha Diao knocked Wang Peng unconscious with a single palm.
"How ridiculous. Haven't you heard? Heroes always appear at the last mont. Even if we are going to act, we'll wait until more of those people from Eight Immortals County City are dead. Only then will those lowly creatures be grateful to us."
Sha Diao laughed coldly.
"Agreed."
Chen Fengxiao nodded with an indifferent expression.
The lives of ordinary martial artists are insignificant in their eyes.
In fact, they were more eager to see Ling Xiao be killed by the Demon Envoy and then act themselves.
This would create a larger impact.
Both of them turned their eyes to the battlefield over there.
Though Ling Xiao used the Moon Stepping teor Step combined with the Lightning Battle Form to maneuver with the Demon Envoy,
After a while, he was still suppressed by the Demon Envoy's enormous Blood Specter into a corner.
"Run? Why don't you run now? Your body movent technique is indeed impressive, but unfortunately, in this world, having just a body movent technique is not enough. I might just be the nesis of you martial artists who excel in body movent."
The Demon Envoy looked at Ling Xiao coldly, a smug expression on his face.
Although several attacks failed to hit Ling Xiao, by taking advantage of his familiarity with the terrain, he trapped Ling Xiao in a corner. Now, Ling Xiao had no chance.
"It's all over, boy. If you are willing to speak the truth and reveal who you really are, I might spare your life."
The Demon Envoy said indifferently.
"You're crazy, I've said many tis, I'm Ling Xiao, a disciple from Black Immortal Mountain of Lower Baxian Mountain!"
Ling Xiao replied irritably.
"Stubborn fool, then go to hell. This next move is my most powerful strike. It is a move accumulated over many years through refining blood energy—it's an unparalleled honor to be sent on your way with it."
With sarcasm and anger, a phantom with a huge sickle appeared behind the Demon Envoy.
This phantom was cloaked in black, entirely skeletal in appearance, with eyes that glowed blood-red, seemingly capable of ensnaring souls.
"The God of Death Martial Soul! This is the Martial Soul granted to by our Sect Leader. Its power rivals that of the Nine Ancient Dragon Souls and the Twelve Immortal Martial Spirits from the Ancient Era."
As the Demon Envoy spoke, a blood-red gigantic sickle also manifested in his hand.
The blade glead coldly, with power constantly converging.
"Well, I'm truly honored, but this God of Death Martial Soul of yours is probably just a counterfeit your Sect Leader created. It's quite strong, but unfortunately, it can't compare to the Nine Ancient Dragon Souls."
With his Tai Chi Eye, Ling Xiao saw through the Demon Envoy's Martial Soul as a replica, made with so advanced techniques, rather than genuine.
Martial Souls aren't unique,
Many people can possess the sa Martial Soul, but there are so that are extrely special, unique, without a second.
For instance, the Nine Ancient Dragon Souls, the Twelve Immortal Martial Spirits, the God of Death Martial Soul, etc.
Of course, there's also the Tyrant Sky Martial Spirit.
To obtain these Martial Souls, one must wait until their owner dies.
"How dare you desecrate the Sect Leader's gift, you deserve death!"
The Demon Envoy, furious, couldn't tolerate his Martial Soul being called a counterfeit.
His aura beca even more eerie and powerful.
"Ling Xiao, you should go. I believe with your strength, you can certainly escape. Don't worry about , just go!"
Ling Jiaojiao desperately wanted to believe in her brother Ling Xiao.
But the harsh reality in front of her told her that Ling Xiao really was no match for this Demon Envoy.
She didn't want to put Ling Xiao at risk because of herself, so she scread hysterically.
Her cries echoed throughout the underground.
"I, Ling Xiao, have never abandoned my kin to flee. Never before, and never will in the future!
Moreover, I will not die!"
Ling Jiaojiao only heard these words, and then she saw the Demon Envoy attack Ling Xiao.
Blood light overwheld the sky.
Ling Xiao's figure seed to be devoured by the enormous God of Death.
"That kid is done for, should we make a move now?"
In the shadows, Sha Diao glanced at the scene disdainfully and spoke to Chen Fengxiao.
"Your Eight Immortals Mountain disciples are really useless. I was hoping he could at least heavily injure the Demon Envoy before dying; it would make dealing with him easier for us."
Chen Fengxiao sneered and burst forward.
"That kid doesn't even deserve to be a disciple of the Demon Shadow Sect!"
Sha Diao snorted coldly as he rushed out simultaneously.
These two were incredibly powerful.
Their terrifying presence surpasses that of the Demon Envoy.
When the large screen revealed their figures, many people forgot about Ling Xiao and grew imnsely excited.
"It's Chen Fengxiao!"
"It's Sha Diao!"
"Great, the Tianfeng Group and Eight Immortals Mountain finally sent out their experts. With them, we can finally be saved."
"Ling Xiao's performance wasn't too bad, it's just unfortunate he's dead. After his death, he could probably be posthumously declared a hero of Eight Immortals County."
"Heh, yeah, after all, he did try, even if he accomplished nothing."
"Why are you praising him? Ling Xiao was just an overconfident fool. Knowing the Demon Shadow Sect was up to this, he should have reported to the Eight Immortals Mountain instead of seeking personal glory.
He deserved to die."
"Yeah, he deserved to die!"
Most of the heartless talkers were from the Zhou Clan and Shaw Clan, as well as so Eight Immortals Mountain disciples related to the Sha Family and people from the Tianfeng Group.
They thought Ling Xiao was a glory-seeking fool, who not only lacked achievents but also tarnished the Eight Immortals Mountain's reputation.
His death was considered too lenient for Ling Xiao.
"Death Scythe—Bloodlust!"
With a thunderous boom, the large screen seed to tremble.
Not only did the Demon Envoy envelop Ling Xiao in dreadful blood light, he also unleashed a terrifying attack.
A huge burst of gigantic sickle's energy slashed towards the spot where Ling Xiao stood earlier.
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