"Stop putting on airs," Duan Yun said, admitting Ling Xiao’s strength, which even made him – a martial artist at the Interdiate Stage of Trinity Heaven – feel the threat of death. "But facing four of us alone is simply seeking death!"
Duan Yun didn’t want the morale on his side to wane, naturally, he had to say that.
Ling Xiao did not say anything more.
With a step forward, Sword Intent imdiately released.
The terrifying Sword Intent, mixed with the stench of bloody slaughter, instantly made Duan Yun feel as though he stood upon a battlefield strewn with corpses.
"Goodness, to think you’ve achieved Minor Sword Intent, no wonder you, a re Heavenly Pulse Warrior, are so powerful. Even I feel threatened!"
Duan Yun, after all, was worldly and discerning, instantly recognizing Ling Xiao’s seamless and fearso Sword Intent.
This Sword Intent transford Ling Xiao into a sharp blade thrusting directly at him.
"It looks like Blood Skeleton truly underestimated him!"
Duan Yun felt so emotion in his heart.
This matter originally had nothing to do with himself, but out of a desire to curry favor with Blood Skeleton, he took it upon himself to deal with it.
He had thought it would be an easy resolution, yet to his surprise, he was facing a Swordmaster who mastered Minor Sword Intent.
Strictly speaking, a swordsman without Sword Intent was not worthy of the title "Swordmaster"; they were rely martial artists who used swords.
The gap in offensive power between the two was far too great.
Not to ntion the disparity in their mastery of swordsmanship.
"Oh no, how could I possibly fail to block a Heavenly Pulse Warrior!"
As Ling Xiao’s blade drew ever closer, Duan Yun’s sense of fear grew stronger.
But sothing was wrong!
Duan Yun suddenly realized the surge in Ling Xiao’s aura.
That wasn’t of a Heavenly Pulse Warrior at all, but of a Heavenly Realm Martial Artist!
Even just a martial artist at the Interdiate Stage of the First Line of Heaven, possessing Minor Sword Intent, held a terrifying lethality that ordinary warriors couldn’t resist.
"Die!"
In an instant, Ling Xiao’s figure disappeared.
At that mont, Duan Yun’s heart turned to ice.
In combat, the most terrifying thing was when the opponent suddenly vanished, that kind of imminent danger was simply fatal.
Shadow Armor!
Since understanding the Shadow Armor, Ling Xiao had not yet used this move.
Today was quite a trial.
But with just a re distance of two or three ters, Ling Xiao’s figure suddenly disappeared, and even Duan Yun only had ti to protect his vitals.
The next mont, a dazzling Sword Light appeared above his body.
The scorching Sword Qi directly pierced through the Immortal-grade Treasure in his hands.
"This can’t be possible!"
Duan Yun wouldn’t believe it, dying before admitting that the sword in the other’s hand could so easily penetrate his own Immortal-grade Treasure.
"A weapon, after all, is but an external object, true strength cos from one’s own power!"
Ling Xiao’s cold voice rang in Duan Yun’s ears.
Equally Immortal-grade Treasures, in different hands, naturally varied in power.
Regrettably, Duan Yun understood this truth all too late. Within the cold edge of the blade was contained a scorching high temperature.
He could feel his heart rapidly shriveling.
"Almost forgot, his life is yours!"
Whilst Duan Yun still drew breath, Ling Xiao kicked him over to Ji Mingkong.
"Thanks!"
Ji Mingkong swung his sword, decapitating Duan Yun, and finally, the anger in his heart dissipated.
Seeing this scene, the red-robed warrior’s face turned extrely ugly.
He had thought that with Duan Yun there, the opponent wouldn’t be able to hurt him.
He had thought that today he would successfully take his revenge.
He had thought that the opponent wouldn’t dare to kill a disciple of Phoenix God College.
He had thought...
He had thought many things, but unfortunately, nothing had happened as he had imagined.
"Despairing? This is all your own doing! If you had just chosen to leave, you wouldn’t have to die!"
Ling Xiao’s voice carried a chilling coldness.
As his words fell, Ling Xiao’s sword had already reached the red-robed warrior’s throat, with fresh blood even seeping from the tip.
With just a light push of the Purple Lightning Sword in his hand, Ling Xiao could end the red-robed warrior’s life on the spot.
Feeling the fear of death, the red-robed warrior finally knelt on the ground, "No, you can’t kill , you should know the rules here, though the disciples from both academies are allowed to fight, they are absolutely not allowed to kill!"
He probably didn’t even know what he was saying, as the words had changed tone completely out of fear.
"You also know that Tianyuan Treasure Pagoda has rules?"
Ling Xiao’s voice plunged the red-robed warrior further into a state of utter despair, "Among the rules here, there’s also one that states you may not disturb martial artists in their solitary cultivation rooms, so what did you do?"
"No! It wasn’t ! The Blood Skeleton did it! I didn’t lay a hand on anyone!"
On the edge of death, the red-robed warrior began to shift the bla.
"Who called for the Blood Skeleton?"
Ling Xiao’s voice grew even colder.
"Yes, it was who summoned him, but, but even if we did disturb your cultivation, nothing happened to you in the end, right? Once you kill soone here, that’s a big problem, and you’ll probably never have the chance to co back!"
The red-robed warrior swallowed hard as he spoke.
"Nothing happened? My senior sister was harassed and tornted by you for over a month! And you tell nothing happened?"
Ling Xiao’s sword had already pierced an inch into the red-robed warrior’s throat, and the blood dripped faster and faster.
"Killing you is nothing more than taking away a piece of trash’s cheap life! That’s the real ’nothing.’"
Ling Xiao took a deep breath and slowly said, "A single hair from my senior sister is worth more than a hundred cheap lives of trash like you!"
"Ling Xiao, don’t be impulsive! An eye for an eye will only end when everyone’s blind, why not reconcile instead? Killing him really won’t do you any good!"
Mo Wu Shang called out with a frown.
"You should take care of yourself first. Are the two of you planning to cripple your cultivation, or die by my sword?"
Ling Xiao said coldly.
"This isn’t the Heavenly Dragon Continent, nor is it the Sacred Dynasty, you dare kill a disciple of Phoenix God College, this is a huge deal, and you will definitely regret it profoundly!"
Qin Bi Xue also said.
"Is that so? Too bad, I, Ling Xiao, never regret my actions, no matter the outco, never looking back, even if it leads to death, what’s there to regret after it’s done?"
Ling Xiao glanced indifferently at Qin Bi Xue, who was once such a domineering and fierce Dao Ke, but now reduced to soone else’s dog.
It was truly lantable.
"Aren’t you afraid of the Blood Skeleton?"
Mo Wu Shang asked loudly.
"Blood Skeleton?"
Ling Xiao honestly hadn’t heard of this person before, though the red-robed warrior had ntioned him just a mont ago.
He looked to Feng Yanran, hoping for an answer.
"The Blood Skeleton is one of the top twenty elites of Phoenix God College, and his strength is indeed powerful!"
Feng Yanran reminded.
In reality, she didn’t want Ling Xiao to provoke the Blood Skeleton, but she knew Ling Xiao’s temper; at this ti, no one’s advice would be useful. The best she could do was to state the facts objectively and let Ling Xiao consider them himself.
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