"You little thief, what did you do to Fei Tian?"
An Yexing disregarded the Clan Leader’s authority and directly shouted at Ling Xiao.
Ling Xiao glanced at An Yexing and then at Heiye Wuxing, who was unhard, and imdiately breathed a sigh of relief.
His mood beca relaxed.
He spoke contemptuously, "Before entering this sacrificial altar, the Clan Leader’s precious son seed to say he would make disappear.
Unfortunately for you, that foolish son of yours really doesn’t have the ability."
"How dare you! How can you speak to the Clan Leader like that!"
Dark Gold was deeply displeased by Ling Xiao’s blatant disrespect, and if it weren’t for Heiye Wuxing being present, he would have wanted to kill Ling Xiao imdiately.
"How dare you! With the Clan Elder and the Grand Elder here, who do you think you are to speak?"
Ling Xiao dared to go against An Hua and An Yexing, let alone just a re Dark Gold.
Upon hearing this, Dark Gold instantly flew into a rage, ready to shout again, but suddenly another person appeared before everyone.
"Fei Tian!"
Seeing An Feitian, An Yexing finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Although puzzled about whether these two hadn’t fought in the passage, seeing his son safe eased his worries.
"Ling Xiao, you wretched dog, co back here. You’ve killed so many people; do you think nobody knows?"
An Feitian, surpassed by Ling Xiao, was deeply displeased, so upon arrival, he loudly accused Ling Xiao of killing other Inner Clan disciples.
What!
The crowd was all stunned upon hearing this.
An Hua even looked ready to take action against Ling Xiao.
"Ridiculous, you think the adults will believe such lies?"
Ling Xiao naturally wouldn’t admit to such a massacre.
Although the Clan Elder allowed killings, what if the old man got angry and forgot what he’d said?
In the battle, only prisoners and An Feitian saw him kill.
Those prisoners had already been silenced by him.
Then only An Feitian remained.
An Feitian accused him of killing, while he could easily retort that An Feitian killed.
Since there’s no evidence before death.
"Why do you call it ridiculous?"
An Feitian, now standing beside the Shadow Black Gourd, questioned.
"Oh, with my strength, killing those thirty-one people and still arriving before you, do you think anyone would believe that?
I think they were killed by you; only familiar hands could catch them off guard."
Ling Xiao sneered.
"Nonsense, why would I kill them?"
An Feitian retorted angrily.
"Simple. You had them block , but I escaped using my Body Movent Technique, which displeased you, so you took action.
Young Master Fei Tian’s cruel reputation in the Dark Clan is well-known, with so many Martial Artists having died tragically at your hands."
"You! Slandering !"
An Feitian was so angry at Ling Xiao’s counter-accusation that he felt like vomiting blood.
Yet, Ling Xiao’s argunts held logic, and he found himself unable to refute them.
"Enough, I said before, killings are permissible in the battle.
Now, only you two remain, so it’s up to you to decide who gets the Shadow Black Gourd."
The Dark Clan Elder suddenly announced loudly.
Ling Xiao secretly laughed; this played into his favor. Although the Clan Elder seed to favor An Feitian, it actually helped him.
An Feitian was so infuriated that he spat out a mouthful of blood, which made him feel slightly better.
"Ling Xiao, I may admire your sharp tongue, but the victor of this battle can only be one; co, fight to the death!"
An Feitian shouted.
"Clan Elder, this seems unfair. Clearly, Ling Xiao arrived first. By rights, the Shadow Black Gourd should belong to Ling Xiao; there’s no need for a duel."
Heiye Wuguang frowned.
"Did I say the rules have changed?"
The Dark Clan Elder said calmly.
This old man lied without the slightest sha.
"Fine then, you set the rules, you decide."
Heiye Wuguang felt helpless; although powerful, he wasn’t as strong as the Clan Elder.
Yet he didn’t understand why Heiye Wuxing remained silent.
"You don’t need to look at . Whether there’s a duel or not, Ling Xiao is sure to win, so I don’t need to speak."
Heiye Wuxing, perceiving Heiye Wuguang’s doubt, explained.
"Haha, Heiye Wuxing, you’re confident, but don’t forget, our Fei Tian has already advanced to the First Stage Four-Layer Hell Early Stage.
And possessing the Dark Clan’s unique Secret Technique and the Black Gold Devil-subduing Sword, without any help, Ling Xiao is rely a re clown.
Relying on Body Movent Technique, escape is possible, but to attack? Just having a strong technique proves futile."
An Hua coldly laughed at Heiye Wuxing.
Given the Clan Elder’s presence, she dared to speak thus to Heiye Wuxing.
"Body Movent Technique isn’t ant for escaping."
Heiye Wuxing replied calmly.
In fact, Body Movent Technique was originally crafted to complent Martial Skills in battle; sadly, many forgot its true purpose, thinking it was rely for fleeing.
They didn’t realize that the true strength of combining Body Movent Technique with Martial Skills is unparalleled.
"Sure, sure, we may not know as much as Elder Supre, but after all, their Cultivation Levels vastly differ. To defeat Fei Tian, that kid would have to train for several more years."
Dark Gold mocked.
"Brat, want a beating?"
Heiye Wuxing’s temper wasn’t as good as before; An Hua might talk, but she’s family, and in so ways, he had to call An Hua cousin.
But how dare Dark Gold!
He directly slapped Dark Gold, sending him flying.
"Rember, you’re not qualified to speak here; keep talking, and get out!"
Heiye Wuxing was utterly domineering.
"Clan Elder, aren’t you going to do sothing?"
An Hua panicked as her biological son, Dark Gold, was dearer to her than An Feitian.
Being beaten by Heiye Wuxing, she couldn’t stand it.
"He deserves it for running his mouth."
The Dark Clan Elder had a recent setback with Heiye Wuxing, and now naturally wouldn’t confront him.
This left An Hua and Dark Gold seething with anger yet utterly powerless.
"Heiye Wuxing, I know you haven’t let go of what happened years ago.
But you’re part of the Dark Clan; rember that discretion in actions is wise in the future."
Having reprimanded An Hua and Dark Gold, the Clan Elder still glanced at Heiye Wuxing and uttered a cryptic sentence.
Of those present, only a few understood its aning.
"Old bastard, shut up; what I do is none of your teaching.
I used to respect you, but my son was killed, and the murderer remains unknown.
Here’s what I have to say today: Ling Xiao is my chosen successor.
Whether he acknowledges as Master, or sees as a foster father, I treat him as my own. Who dares harm him is my enemy, and I will not let them go."
The cold voice of Heiye Wuxing echoed through the passage.
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