Among all the people, only Chen ng wanted to dissuade Bei Duanchang.
Chen ng was very aware of Ling Xiao’s terror, especially that strong and unexpectedly enigmatic Soul Secret Technique that was virtually impossible to guard against.
But she couldn’t say it.
If she did, it would an admitting in front of everyone that she was inferior to Ling Xiao. As soone who cared about face, she dared not do so.
"If it’s a fight to the death, then so be it. Do you really think I’m afraid of you?"
Bei Duanchang was completely driven into a corner by the pressure of public opinion, which, of course, was the effect Ling Xiao had intentionally created.
Otherwise, if Bei Duanchang were to be killed in an ordinary battle, there would surely be soone who would cause trouble.
But now it was different. With a deathmatch, a soul contract would be signed before the fight, ensuring that no matter who died, no one would seek retribution against the victor.
"Good, if that’s the case, then let’s begin."
A cold smile slid across the corners of Ling Xiao’s mouth.
He had originally co only for the Mirage Beast Core today, but since soone was seeking death, he wouldn’t mind dealing with the trash at hand.
He wasn’t afraid that Zhao Yu would renege on the agreent afterward. If he dared to do so, Ling Xiao would just kill the guy, conveniently paving the way for Zhao Zhi.
With the Moon Lady present, he believed no one would dare to break their word, not even the Sacred Emperor, let alone the re Emperor of the Northern Han Kingdom.
In the Battle Beast Arena, the Silver Jade Devil Elephant had already been taken away. Bei Duanchang coldly stared at Ling Xiao’s strange black-gold pupils, not seeing the slightest hint of nervousness.
Let alone any fear.
Who the hell was this person?
Why did he possess such intense confidence?
Bei Duanchang truly did not understand.
"I am Bei Duanchang, the Chief Core Disciple of the Poison King Sect. What should I call you, young man?"
Chen ng and the others knew of Ling Xiao, but Bei Duanchang did not.
"Ling Xiao, Chief Core Disciple of the Moon Hua Sect!"
Ling Xiao said indifferently.
As for the proper etiquette, Ling Xiao did not lack any of it.
At this one statent, the entire stand almost exploded.
The na Ling Xiao was now almost universally known within the Northern Han Kingdom.
He caused a big commotion in the Sword King Sect’s Battle Beast Arena and defeated Chen ng and the Tyrant Sky Tiger at the tri-sect martial et, even challenging Jian Wuji.
Afterwards, when the Holy Son and the people from the Heavenly King Sect went to the Moon Hua Sect to seek justice, they were directly blasted out.
All of these events were related to this young man.
"Oh? So you are that Ling Xiao who gained fa through deceit? The one who won against my Sister Chen ng by despicable ans? Very well, let see today just how capable you really are!"
Bei Duanchang had naturally heard of Ling Xiao’s na, but his reaction was one of disdain and displeasure.
Ling Xiao dared to disrespect the Holy Son and defeat Chen ng, things that even he wouldn’t dare to attempt.
What made this youngster so special?
In the midst of speaking, Bei Duanchang suddenly emitted a chilling Slaughter Will, and a bizarre Martial Soul appeared behind him.
It was a baby.
It looked like an infant that was just two or three months old.
But it was exceedingly strange, its entirety was rcury-colored, with its eyes rolled back, looking quite terrifying.
"Is that the rcury Ghost Infant Martial Soul?"
Legend has it that important figures, when buried, would have live sacrifices with them, and one such thod was to pour rcury into the body of a still-breathing infant, thus preserving the body from decay.
This practice was extrely vicious and ruthless, utterly inhumane.
Those with the rcury Ghost Infant Martial Soul would harbor intense resentnt with extrely perverse and harsh dispositions.
It was obvious that Bei Duanchang was such a person.
"You do have quite the eye, yes, it’s the rcury Ghost Infant Martial Soul!"
Bei Duanchang sneered coldly, his terrifying presence released even more fiercely, all of it surging towards Ling Xiao.
It was an extrely cold will, as if it wanted to strangle Ling Xiao to death.
"Slaughter Will?"
Ling Xiao blinked in slight surprise.
He hadn’t anticipated that Bei Duanchang had also mastered the Slaughter Will. It was a pity, though, that this fellow was completely controlled by the Slaughter Will, becoming its captive.
By contrast, Ling Xiao possessed the Slaughter Will but was its master. He would release it only when he wanted to use it, and when not needed, the power of this will would be restrained within his Spirit Sea.
Noticing the change in Ling Xiao’s expression, Bei Duanchang couldn’t help but reveal a trace of a smile.
It seed that his Slaughter Will indeed surprised Ling Xiao. In that case, Ling Xiao probably wasn’t too strong. In the past, he had used the Slaughter Will to deal with those opponents he found difficult to conquer.
"Kid, the Slaughter Will has already surprised you so much, so what if I unleash sothing even more astonishing? Aren’t you going to cry from fright?"
Bei Duanchang revealed a mocking smile, "To directly propose a life-and-death duel, you really know how to pick your places to court death."
In the midst of his words, the Martial Soul behind Bei Duanchang trembled, followed by the appearance of a green Plague fog, which then rapidly spread until it completely enveloped the entire Battle Beast Arena.
"Plague fog?"
Seeing the green fog, Ling Xiao didn’t panic; instead, he beca excited.
His next practice was precisely the Mist Heavenly Phenonon.
Although this Plague green fog couldn’t be considered a heavenly phenonon, it still shared a mysteriously efficacious similarity. Perhaps this battle was the right one after all, and he might actually gain so insight from it.
"Hahaha, die, kid! Struggle for life within this Plague, taste what is called despair!"
Amidst the dense green fog, Bei Duanchang let out a crazy laugh.
"rely Plague, how can it harm ?"
Ling Xiao scoffed disdainfully. Behind him, the shadow of the Plague Demon King appeared.
To counteract the Plague, this Martial Soul was the most appropriate to use.
Lifting his foot lightly, Ling Xiao slowly moved towards Bei Duanchang.
The Plague Demon King behind him opened its mouth wide and took a fierce breath, and the Plague began to pour massively into the Plague Demon King’s Martial Soul.
"Hm?"
Bei Duanchang watched this scene in surprise, his complexion suddenly becoming solemn.
He had faced many opponents, but none had ever breached his Plague like this.
This Ling Xiao was simply his nesis!
But he couldn’t just admit defeat.
He was still a Half-step Celestial with sixty percent power, his cultivation level far stronger than Ling Xiao’s. He absolutely would not lose to Ling Xiao, absolutely not!
As the Plague dissipated, the ghost infant on his back let out a piercing scream. Two streams of rcury fused into his palms and then he thrust through the air towards Ling Xiao.
Ling Xiao just watched Bei Duanchang approach, walking slowly, seemingly with no reaction, his mind focused on comprehending the mysteries of the fog.
Boom!
Crack!
The two rcury spikes were directly smashed away by the Plague Demon King, unable to inflict the slightest harm on Ling Xiao.
"Bei Duanchang, your Slaughter Will is formidable. It’s just a pity that your usage is only superficial and all too immature."
Ling Xiao suddenly opened his eyes, already having a flicker of enlightennt in his mind.
Although he had not yet cultivated the Mist Heavenly Phenonon, he believed that after this return, with the aid of the spirit liquid, combined with this sliver of enlightennt, he would definitely succeed.
"I should thank you for the generous gift you gave . So in the end, I will let you die a clean and swift death, not leaving you to perish in sorrow."
Ling Xiao gave a slight smile, and the silhouette of the Plague Demon King behind him disappeared, replaced by Ye Gu Shan.
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