“This person, if he cannot join Shenhuang Academy, would probably be a loss for Shenhuang Academy. This time, Qingxu Academy has struck gold!”
Many in the crowd secretly thought this.
Feng Yanran was even more excited.
Earlier today, though she had met Ling Xiao, she truly hadn’t realised he was such an extraordinary person.
So when her cousin Feng Yinshan mentioned that Ling Xiao was the son of those two, she had been somewhat sceptical.
But at this moment, she believed it.
“Only the son of those two would have such extraordinary courage, a hero unmatched!”
Standing nearby, Leng Chan heard these words and felt deep regret.
If he had known earlier that this person was Tianlong Continent’s Chosen One, he wouldn’t have touched him even if beaten to death.
This person’s fame on Shenhuang Continent, though not as great as on Tianlong Continent, was still well-known among the people of their two academies.
Some teachers even used him as a model to instruct students.
He glared viciously at Dao Wuming. If Dao Wuming had told him who this person was earlier, he wouldn’t have had his cultivation crippled.
But fortunately, his martial veins weren’t destroyed. His cultivation still had a chance of recovery. It seemed the opponent had indeed shown mercy.
At this moment.
Feng Mingbo, standing there, though clearly taller than Ling Xiao by a head, appeared completely diminished in everyone’s eyes.
His nearly two-metre height, compared to Ling Xiao, seemed like that of a childish toddler.
When Ling Xiao was making waves, Feng Mingbo could only boast at the wine table, never even setting foot on a battlefield.
Indeed, purely in terms of aura, Feng Mingbo had utterly lost, defeated completely.
He had originally intended to use his superior cultivation to suppress Ling Xiao, forcing him to admit defeat automatically, thus avoiding an uncertain battle.
But the development of events was entirely contrary to his expectations.
The one suppressed wasn’t Ling Xiao, but him!
Ling Xiao’s aura was too strong. Standing before him felt like facing a boundless world, making him seem utterly insignificant.
“Kneel!”
Suddenly, a thunderous voice erupted from Ling Xiao’s mouth.
The terrifying effect of the soul secret technique struck directly at Feng Mingbo’s soul.
“Thud!”
Feng Mingbo actually knelt on the ground, drenched in cold sweat.
Whoa!
At that moment, the crowd erupted.
Though he had lost in aura, a noble, a royal descendant, kneeling before a lowly human.
No one would believe this if told.
“No—! What sorcery did you use!”
Feng Mingbo stood up shortly after kneeling, roaring hysterically.
“Sorcery?”
Ling Xiao sneered disdainfully. “Your own skills are lacking, unable to withstand the pressure of my aura, yet you accuse me of using sorcery.”
“Bastard! Today, I want you dead!”
Feng Mingbo was completely enraged. “Reveal your martial soul. I won’t bully a human without one!”
As he spoke, a phoenix phantom appeared behind Feng Mingbo. His body began undergoing wondrous changes, entering a half-demon state.
“To deal with you, I don’t need a martial soul!”
Ling Xiao said calmly. “As for you, you’re truly wasting this divine phoenix bloodline. You possess such a high-grade bloodline, yet your cultivation is a mess!”
“Fine, then let’s see!”
Feng Mingbo could no longer hold back. In his fury, he attacked, both fists blasting out, two masses of icy aura enveloping them. His momentum surged instantly, as if ready to explode with terrifying power at any moment.
Ling Xiao merely smiled faintly, using his finger as a sword. That seemingly ordinary finger transformed in an instant into a weapon to subdue demons.
The killing intent condensed on his finger made Feng Mingbo sense a terrifying aura of death.
“No! I’m actually afraid?”
Feng Mingbo couldn’t believe he was defeated before the fight, scared before the opponent even moved.
“Afraid?”
Ling Xiao’s voice rang in his ear.
Feng Mingbo drew in a sharp breath. At that moment, his entire world seemed locked by a sharp sword qi. No matter where he fled, he couldn’t escape.
He even felt his body riddled with holes, blood flowing freely.
Yet this was merely an illusion brought by the terrifying pressure.
“No—! I don’t believe it!”
Feng Mingbo refused to surrender without a fight. He frantically boosted his power, attempting to block Ling Xiao’s seemingly casual yet astonishingly fearsome strike.
Pfft—!
He felt genuine pain coursing through his body.
Then he realised his protective Tianyuan energy had been easily pierced. On his hands appeared bloodied holes.
This time, it wasn’t an illusion, but real wounds.
Yet the opponent’s finger was still a foot away from him.
What was going on?
No time to think. He didn’t dare clash head-on with Ling Xiao anymore. In front of everyone, he turned and fled, his back unfurling dazzling ice phoenix wings, his speed reaching its peak.
However, no matter how fast he was, he still couldn’t escape the lock of Ling Xiao’s finger sword.
“Come down!”
With those three words lightly uttered, sword qi shot from Ling Xiao’s fingertip.
Feng Mingbo, who had just soared four or five metres, tilted and crashed heavily to the ground.
A crystal-like ice phoenix phantom blocked in front of Ling Xiao, attempting to halt his continued attack.
“Mere bloodline power dares to block me? Be destroyed!”
Ling Xiao snorted coldly. The energy at his fingertip grew fiercer. The massive ice phoenix phantom shattered instantly, turning into scattered ice fragments, vanishing without a trace.
Feng Mingbo lay on the ground like a dead dog, looking at Ling Xiao in terror. On his legs was a penetrating wound, drops of blood continuously flowing from the bloodied holes.
Shocking!
Terrifying!
Who would have thought this youth’s finger strike could be so horrifying? Was this swordsmanship?
Indeed, as he said, dealing with Feng Mingbo required no martial soul, not even a weapon. A casual finger ended the fight.
Just how terrifying was this youth’s strength?
That was Feng Mingbo, a nineteen-year-old Tianren Realm martial artist!
On Tianlong Continent, he was a genius second only to the Holy Son!
Even on Shenhuang Continent, he was certainly not weak. Among his peers, he belonged to the stronger category.
But this Ling Xiao was too terrifying!
His power was immeasurable, evoking mystery and fear.
Ji Mingkong, standing beside Ling Xiao, smiled bitterly to herself. Indeed, wherever this person went, he shone brilliantly like the red sun.
She had once defeated a First Heaven realm martial artist with Breakthrough Stage Tianmai cultivation.
But that was a pyrrhic victory.
After winning, she could barely move, nearly losing her life.
Yet Ling Xiao won so effortlessly.
If she was a genius, what was Ling Xiao?
