“Kid, I’ll kill you!”
Seeing Ling Xiao effortlessly take down Ling Shisan and Ling Jiu, Fei Mu grew furious.
Sure, Ling Shisan and Ling Jiu were just two dogs who’d recently submitted to the ninja clan, but you still have to consider the master when beating a dog.
Fei Yun could tolerate it.
But the hot-tempered Fei Mu couldn’t.
Among the four great families, he alone had wiped out the Wang family, a testament to his fiery temper and ruthless nature.
With a loud shout, Fei Mu’s body turned ghostly, his face and form blurring as he closed in on Ling Xiao with terrifying speed.
Ling Xiao had just killed Ling Shisan and Ling Jiu.
Single-handedly slaying two seasoned peak sixth-level Martial Vein warriors, he’d earned the right to be called Tianfeng City’s top genius.
But Fei Mu was a seventh-level Martial Vein warrior!
Everyone knew the stages.
The Martial Vein had nine levels.
Every three levels marked a phase in a warrior’s journey.
From the first to third levels was the Awakening Stage, known as Martial Students, where true qi gathered in the body.
From the fourth to sixth was the Gang Qi Stage, called Martial Disciples, with gang qi forming within.
From the seventh to ninth was the Burst Qi Stage, dubbed Martial Masters, earning the “Master” title, with true yuan condensing inside.
Ling Xiao could defeat peak sixth-level warriors, but against a seventh-level one, he had no chance of winning.
He wasn’t stupid, so he chose to evade.
Pushing Soaring Cloud Steps: Young Dragon to its limit, he fled in the opposite direction.
Compared to Fei Mu, Ling Xiao knew the Ling family’s terrain better. Since he’d been targeted, he planned to use that advantage to tangle with this seventh-level warrior.
Was a Martial Master truly unbeatable?
How would he know without trying?
Ling Xiao never bowed to fate.
After all, victory and defeat weren’t strictly tied to cultivation level.
Fei Mu was fast.
Even with Ling Xiao maxing out Soaring Cloud Steps: Young Dragon, he was still much slower.
By the Mountain River Martial Soul’s calculations, he was at least twice as slow.
If not for his terrain knowledge.
If not for his early head start, Fei Mu would’ve caught him already.
So fast!
Too fast!
He couldn’t widen the gap!
Once a warrior reached the Burst Qi Stage and ignited their true yuan, their speed boost was downright horrifying!
In this thrilling chase, Fei Mu nearly touched Ling Xiao several times.
Yet, relying on perfect calculations in his Soul Possession state, Ling Xiao always veered at the critical moment, driving Fei Mu mad.
Not only that, in this life-or-death struggle, Ling Xiao went all out. His gang qi surged wildly, and within the Mountain River Diagram, a fierce wind kicked up.
His speed somehow edged up a bit beyond its previous limit.
Under immense pressure, his Snow Lotus Qi Formula forcibly broke through its bottleneck, rising to the eighth layer, nearing perfection.
“This kid has to die!”
Fei Mu had assumed his intervention would guarantee Ling Xiao’s death.
But now, it seemed he’d underestimated him.
The more he saw, the more he wanted Ling Xiao dead.
Such terrifying talent, if left alive, would be a massive threat to the ninja clan!
The ninja clan aimed to dominate all human territory, and no uncertain factors could remain.
“Ah! Ling Xiao, die!”
Imagining Ling Xiao’s fearsome future, Fei Mu couldn’t stand it. He suddenly ramped up his true yuan combustion.
Even for a Martial Master, burning true yuan had a safety limit.
Depending on their level, Masters could only burn so much before it strained their bodies, even backfired.
Fei Mu, an early seventh-level Martial Master, could safely burn about ten percent of his true yuan at most.
But to ensure Ling Xiao’s death, he forced himself to burn twenty percent, his body emitting strange creaks—the groans of overload.
Fei Mu ignored it.
If he could kill Ling Xiao, the strain, even backlash, would be worth it. Otherwise, this slippery eel of a kid would be tough to pin down.
If he escaped right under his nose, it’d be utterly humiliating.
Burning twenty percent true yuan, Fei Mu gripped a long staff, swinging it at Ling Xiao with thunderous force.
The terrifying true yuan storm shattered nearby buildings and plants, even blasting the stone tiles off the ground into fragments.
“Young Dragon Soars!”
In midair, it looked like Ling Xiao had no leverage, doomed to take the staff’s full might.
But just as his body began to fall, golden light erupted from him. He transformed into a golden dragon, shooting skyward over twenty meters in an instant.
That move completely dodged Fei Mu’s attack.
Fei Mu had aimed for the ground, expecting Ling Xiao to drop.
He’d never dreamed of this.
“Damn kid!”
Fei Mu’s staff missed, and a trickle of bright red blood seeped from his mouth.
He didn’t have to push himself this hard, but his eagerness to kill Ling Xiao had backfired, injuring him internally.
“Let’s see how long you can dodge!”
Fei Mu was nearing madness.
A堂堂 Martial Master couldn’t take down an early sixth-level Martial Vein warrior after all this time—people would laugh their teeth out if word got out.
So, a whirlwind of staff strikes rained down on Ling Xiao.
To the onlookers, this scene left them dumbfounded.
They weren’t shocked by Fei Mu’s terrifying destructive power.
Everyone knew a Martial Master’s might.
They were shocked by Ling Xiao!
Though he couldn’t fight back against a Master’s attacks, surviving unscathed for so long under such an onslaught would make him famous if it spread.
Perhaps because Ling Xiao’s performance was so eye-catching, Ling Yixue’s transformation went unnoticed.
No one realized her cultivation was still climbing.
In her mind, a sealed gate had been torn open by rage, unleashing a soul force far too vast for her age.
It didn’t belong to her.
But now, it fueled her power surge.
This boost, though, came at the cost of her life force.
Her fully white hair was the clearest sign.
Fei Yun hadn’t launched a full assault yet, as he saw the Ling family’s destruction as a done deal.
He was now debating whether to help Fei Mu kill Ling Xiao.
Ling Xiao’s potential already felt like a massive threat.
Fei Mu kept hammering at Ling Xiao.
Staff shadows filled the sky, the attacks so fierce they nearly obliterated the space around them.
Yet they couldn’t touch Ling Xiao.
He was too slippery.
Like an eel, he always slipped through the weakest gaps in the staff shadows.
Even when grazed, his seventh-layer Nine Turns Golden Body Technique’s robust defense kept him unharmed.
The only issue was his lousy clothes—once again torn to rags, making him look like a beggar.
“Chase Cloud, Pursue Shadow!”
Suddenly, Fei Mu switched tactics.
The staff shadows vanished, all his true yuan condensing into the staff, forming a true yuan shockwave.
Then, with horrifying speed, it blasted toward Ling Xiao.
