Feng Qingyan had thought Ling Xiao would surely falter here, yet Ling Xiao displayed perfection instead.
Not to mention others, even Sikong Zun was stunned.
He sighed inwardly in resignation. “Why is Ling Xiao not of the Sea Clan? Why is he not a genius of the True Demon Empire?”
Below the stage, Leng Mei, Ji Mingkong, and the other girls gazed at Ling Xiao in fascination. They had followed him for some time and knew his strength was immense.
Yet none had realised he possessed this talent.
Today, they were not only shocked but had fully become fangirls.
The resounding, heroic song brimmed with a warrior’s valour and a youth’s vigour.
As a battle song, it was perfect.
Jia Yun’s face, however, looked grim. After the warning from tens of thousands of soldiers, he dared say no more.
But he understood clearly.
Today, before Ling Xiao, he had lost utterly.
In strength, Ling Xiao seized the war flag, proving superior.
In literary talent, he knew he could never create such a miraculous battle song.
He had never heard of a battle song that could produce direct effects.
Usually, battle songs affected the spirit, then the soul, making warriors forget fear or become braver.
But Ling Xiao’s song directly boosted combat power. Unthinkable, unheard of.
The grand young master of the Righteous Alliance had lost completely to a lowly, humble human.
Recalling his earlier contempt and mockery, his face burned as if slapped.
Worst of all, the imperial camp soldiers who once respected him now cast admiring glances at Ling Xiao.
The God Phoenix Academy female warriors who had flirted with him now looked at Ling Xiao with sparkling eyes.
Infuriating!
Ling Xiao had stolen all the glory that should have been his!
“I won’t let you go. Even if you’re proud now, once I break through to the Ninth Heaven realm, I’ll kill you first. Let’s see how long you can stay smug!”
Jia Yun took a deep breath. He still had a trump card.
His cultivation.
He felt the breakthrough to Ninth Heaven growing stronger.
Ling Xiao was merely at the Six Arts Heaven peak, with no chance against him.
Endure this grudge for now. On the battlefield, make Ling Xiao vanish from the world!
At that moment, Ling Xiao set down the war flag and walked towards Jia Yun.
“What do you want?”
Jia Yun stepped back, asking in some fear.
He did not want conflict with Ling Xiao now, or the soldiers would side with Ling Xiao, and he would die without knowing how.
Ling Xiao’s eyes held thick sarcasm and disdain.
He said faintly, “What did you just say? That I’m a lowly human? That I should obediently remain a slave?
That I can’t change my fate through slavery?
Don’t you find it all ridiculous?
You are the young master of the Righteous Alliance. From birth, you were surrounded by halos, watched and cared for by countless people.
You received the best martial arts and resources on God Phoenix Continent.
But what have you done?
You’re just a parasite attached to this massive power, wasting the finest martial arts and resources. If I were you, still only at Eight Desolations Heaven peak at this age, I’d have smashed my head against the city wall long ago.
Don’t you feel ashamed?
Don’t you feel humiliated?
I was humble, even lowly!
Two years ago, I was just a beggar, surviving by begging.
No one cared for me, no one gave me martial arts or resources.
Everything depended on my own effort.
Yet I always believed destiny is not fixed.
Birth can’t be chosen, so I change my future through hard work!
While you indulged in wine, women, and dogs, I trained!
While you boasted and chatted, I trained!
While you enjoyed comfort, I trained!
Your starting point is high, but you don’t cherish it, only relying on your family, your power, lounging on their merits.
You think you can forever lord over others.
But you’re wrong. I’ve caught up.
While you slept soundly, I’ve surpassed you!
Now, in my eyes, you’re just a waste, a parasite, a good-for-nothing second-generation!
If the Righteous Alliance lets someone like you take over, it will surely decline, even perish!”
These words Ling Xiao spoke passionately, from the heart.
Among the audience, whether from Qingxu Academy or God Phoenix Academy, those from humble origins felt deeply moved.
Yes, birth can’t be chosen, but if one accepts degradation and lowliness, one remains beneath others forever, a slave!
Effort may not guarantee success, but it ensures no regrets in life!
Yet to the noble offspring, these words grated.
They scorned Ling Xiao’s naivety.
But they had to admit, Ling Xiao rising from beggar to this broke their fixed views.
Even the Holy Dynasty’s holy son Ji Mingkong was conquered by Ling Xiao’s charisma.
This person was truly fearsome.
Those thinking thus were arrogant yet foolish wastes like Jia Yun.
Among nobles, there were clever ones.
To them, Ling Xiao’s words stung, but they had to concede he hit the mark.
The Holy Dynasty was the best example: once supreme, ruling Xuan Realm, now barely surviving.
Noble families inferior to it would decline the same way if unchanged.
“This boy’s insight is far too profound. Is he really just a child?”
Sikong Zun listened in shock.
He feared not Ling Xiao’s strength but his clear mind and foresight.
Such a Ling Xiao was the hardest to handle.
“Enough. The war flag is seized, the battle song complete. End it here.”
Seeing Jia Yun’s face grow uglier, fearing collapse, Sikong Zun interrupted the confrontation and announced, “Effective immediately, Ling Xiao is promoted to centurion, commanding up to one thousand guards, with discretionary powers!”
“Ling Xiao obeys!”
Glancing faintly at Jia Yun, Ling Xiao turned to Sikong Zun and cupped his hands in thanks.
“Good. You may select up to one thousand guards from outside the regular army.”
Sikong Zun said.
“No regular army picks?”
Ling Xiao paused, sneering inwardly. This Sikong Zun was still scheming to trip him up in clever ways.
