Ling Yihang opened his eyes and saw Ling Xiao sitting in front of him, his eyes showing pain, self-bla, and guilt.
Ling Xiao had wanted him and Ling Wuheng to attend the martial gathering of the four sects, yet he had been turned into a puppet, narrowly escaping death in this place.
None of the other mbers of the Divine Sword Sect who had followed them had survived.
He was so powerless!
How could he face Ling Xiao or the Supre Leader of the Divine Sword Sect?
The youngest of the Divine Sword Sect disciples who had followed him and Ling Wuheng had been only twelve years old, and the oldest was just eighteen—they had simply wanted to see the world.
But the tragedy struck the mont they arrived at the Sword King Sect.
Despite their desperate resistance, Ling Wuheng and he were no match for the nurous and strong enemies—they were utterly helpless.
They could only watch helplessly as the young disciples were killed one by one before their very eyes.
At that mont, he truly wanted to die!
He wanted to perish along with the Sword King Sect!
Yet even this small wish was unattainable because he was too weak, truly too weak. In front of the masters of the Sword King Sect, he could only grieve.
But he was incapable of doing anything.
He and Ling Wuheng had survived, but they were put in slave masks and thrown into the Battle Beast Arena to participate in the bloody combat.
He had thought he would never see anyone from the Divine Sword Sect again in his lifeti, that he would live in such a pathetic way.
But Ling Xiao appeared!
Amidst his painful gaze, a hint of softness erged, and then he suddenly burst into loud sobbing.
To make a strong man weep so bitterly, one could only imagine how sorrowful and indignant his heart was!
"Ah—!"
The agonizing cries resonated through the entire Prison Cage, and Dai Yuling, Lan Yu’er, and Leng Hao outside felt waves of sadness.
The two girls couldn’t help but cry as well.
Who among human beings can be heartless in the face of such a scene!
Even Ling Xiao could not help but feel tears welling up.
But he knew he could not cry!
He had no right to cry!
From the day he beca the Supre Leader of the Divine Sword Sect, the fate of the sect had been closely linked to his own.
He must seek revenge!
Even if he couldn’t destroy the Sword King Sect now, he was determined to make them pay a heavy price!
"Good brother, you have suffered!"
Ling Xiao gently cradled Ling Yihang’s head in his arms and softly patted his shoulder twice.
"I will avenge your grievances! Whoever dares to harm the Divine Sword Sect, I will annihilate them!"
He released Ling Yihang and stood up, a murderous intent soaring to the skies, piercing through the Prison Cage.
Boom crack!
He flew out like a mighty eagle, standing midair over the Battle Beast Arena, looking down at the entire battlefield with his eyes blood-red as if dripping with blood.
"People of the Sword King Sect, co out and face your death!"
There was nothing to hesitate about now; Ling Xiao’s only desire was for revenge. Seeing his good brother reduced to such a state, hearing about his Divine Sword Sect disciples being slaughtered by the Sword King Sect, his heart was bleeding at this mont.
Perhaps he didn’t have the power to destroy all mbers of the Sword King Sect, but he was confident he could ensure they would never have peace!
And it all started today!
From this mont on!
At this ti, Ling Wuheng, Ling Yihang, and others also followed out from inside.
Seeing this scene, Wu Zong Lian seed to understand sothing, and his brows furrowed deeply.
"Hahaha, these dogs of the Moon Hua Sect must have gone mad to dare to confront the Sword King Sect head-on?"
There were actually quite a few people from the Sword King Sect present.
In addition to those seated in the front, many others were staff mbers sent by the Sword King Sect to ensure the smooth operation of the Battle Beast Arena.
The abilities of these people varied greatly, but their arrogant attitudes seed as if they were all cut from the sa mold.
The speaker was one of these individuals.
"He isn’t insane, so it seems related to those two slaves, no wonder Moon Hua Sect is always ranked last among the Twelve Sects, mingling with useless trash slaves all day, how good can they beco?"
"Hahaha!"
Roars of laughter filled the entire Battle Beast Arena.
Even overshadowing the continuing battle on the other side.
Although the Great Castle Master of Demon Castle City was stronger than those three Half-step Celestials exerting fifty percent of their power, an imdiate end to the confrontation was still unlikely.
However, Ling Xiao didn’t expect him to resolve the fight so quickly, as long as he could keep those three occupied, it would be enough.
"It would be best if all the disciples of Moon Hua Sect were thrown into this Battle Beast Arena to beco slaves, hahaha."
An old and a young figure walked into the gates of the Battle Beast Arena.
The old one possessed formidable strength, and the younger was not weak either.
This pair had rushed over upon hearing the news and had not expected to witness such an entertaining spectacle, with the youth’s voice particularly grating amidst the laughter.
"Chen Tian! Brother Ling, it’s that guy, the one who killed the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect and inflicted serious injuries on and Second Master Ling, tossing us here!"
Upon seeing the youth, Ling Yihang suddenly yelled out.
Ling Xiao’s gaze turned towards the prideful young man; this person was at the Transcendent Realm Ninth Layer Divine Mastery Realm, certainly one of the strongest below the Half-step Celestial.
He must have a place among the Sword King Sect’s core disciples, perhaps second only to that Wu Zong Lian.
But no matter who he was, today he was dood to die!
In Ling Xiao’s eyes, a chilling murderous intent glead, like two sharp swords piercing through Chen Tian’s body.
"Who ordered you to do this?"
His voice was devoid of any emotion, like a question from Hell itself.
"Idiot! Does this young master need others to command ? It was just that I was in a bad mood that day and it so happened I ca across them, just killing so ti!"
Chen Tian felt the threat of death in his heart, an insidious chill almost forcing him to his knees.
However, after all, he was ranked fourth among the Sword King Sect’s top ten core disciples, and also one of the participants in the quad-sect martial et this ti.
He was not as useless as Wu Zui.
The voice he roared out was an answer, but also a way to bolster his own courage.
He was angry, enraged at the fact that he, a disciple of a bottom-ranking sect, could be intimidated by soone’s gaze, which was an utter humiliation!
"Very well! I’m also in a bad mood right now, so I’ll take it out on you!"
Suddenly, Ling Xiao’s figure transford into a streak of light, shooting towards Chen Tian.
The elder beside Chen Tian tried to intercept, but was still a step too late.
Thud!
The streak of light collided into Chen Tian, his body flinging away like a kite with its string cut.
A bloodstained arc, tracing a grueso parabola.
"This kick is for Ling Wuheng, he’s my benefactor, and also my guide, you shouldn’t have hard him!"
Before Chen Tian could say a word.
Thud!
Another kick sent him flying as he nearly hit the ground, launching his body back into the air.
Blood gushed out once more, even fragnts of internal organs scattered along with it.
The elder who ca with Chen Tian desperately tried to capture Ling Xiao’s figure, attempting to save Chen Tian.
But it was in vain; in the face of Ling Xiao’s Cloud Dragon Divine Movent, the elder’s technique seed like child’s play, aningless.
He didn’t even get the chance to rescue Chen Tian, who was kicked away at a speed faster than his own movent technique.
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