“Treasures belong to the capable—you’re unworthy,” Feng Yuntian sneered, a flicker of disdain in his eyes. To him, Lin Xiao was no more than an ant.
“Then who’s capable—her, dying by my hand, or me?” Lin Xiao’s gaze was frigid, his voice icy. “Given time, not just your Feng family’s younger geniuses—even you would fall to me!”
The crowd sucked in sharp breaths. A third-grade spirit controller daring to claim he’d defeat a Martial Lord given time? The audacity and courage were staggering.
Throughout history, countless geniuses had stalled at Martial Venerable. Ascending to Martial Lord required more than talent—unyielding willpower, a martial heart, and rare fortune were essential.
Yet from Lin Xiao’s mouth, such words carried weight.
At sixteen or seventeen, Heavenly Martial Fourth Layer, a third-grade spirit controller with an Earth-tier elementary anomaly—his potential was immeasurable.
Still, his current strength paled before a Martial Lord.
“Hmph, no matter how gifted you are, you’re just a corpse in the end. What a pity—you killed a junior of limitless potential!” Feng Yuntian sighed with deep regret. Feng Lanyue’s fall had come at the worst possible time.
His sovereign aura surged as he swept his gaze across the scene. “You all have some nerve. But today, who among you can save him?”
Yi Xuanfeng, Ge Mu, and Ye Fenghua frowned. The situation had spiraled far beyond their expectations. None had foreseen Feng Yuntian breaking through to Martial Lord.
The two sides were evenly matched before—now, with a Martial Lord, they couldn’t hold out.
“Bullshit! She can kill me, but I can’t kill her? What kind of warped logic is that?”
Lin Xiao’s thunderous shout rang out. “Old dog, I’m leaving today—try and stop me!”
Summoning all his vitality to resist Feng Yuntian’s pressure, Lin Xiao’s face twisted with defiance. He channeled spiritual power into a storage ring on his finger, retrieving a thumb-sized black cocoon.
“Courting death!”
Feng Yuntian’s eyes narrowed, his fist clenching. A sovereign fist intent roared forth, its faint ripples trembling the void.
“Chi! Chi!”
At that moment, a torrent of black mist erupted before Lin Xiao, a shuddering aura sweeping out, shaking the heavens and earth.
The finger-sized cocoon cracked open, a humanoid form emerging.
Amid the rolling black fog, a graceful silhouette appeared. A pair of black wings unfurled from her back, accompanied by a sound like chanting scriptures, as if the world itself quaked.
The massive wings—bat-like, pitch-black, and iron-hard—stretched three to four zhang, their surfaces glinting with a menacing sheen, as if drawing space itself into them.
The billowing black mist spread rapidly in all directions, revealing a striking figure with a clear face.
She appeared as a woman in her early twenties—raven hair flowing, shoulders like lotus petals, a serpentine waist, and legs half-revealed like flawless jade. Her exquisite, bewitching face was peerless, captivating beyond measure.
Above her head, a sinister black spike jutted, paired with her winged, alluring form and breathtaking beauty, casting her as a demonic queen—cold, transcendent, soul-stealing, and utterly mesmerizing. Her perfection defied critique, drawing every gaze and ensnaring every mind.
“Chi!”
Her closed eyes snapped open, twin beams of dark light flashing. Her abyssal black pupils were cold and hollow, radiating a terrifying, sinister aura. She stood like a supreme demon lord, jolting everyone from their brief trance, their hearts trembling.
“This… this is the Sky Demon Scorpion—Beauty Sky Demon!” After a stunned pause, Feng Yuntian’s voice broke with shock.
The Beauty Sky Demon, a female Sky Demon Scorpion, earned her name from her stunning visage—unlike her male counterparts.
“She’s broken through to Martial Lord and grown Sky Demon Wings!” Meng Xi’s horrified voice followed.
A spiritual beast with a human form advanced like a human cultivator—no longer by tiers, but by layers of cultivation. This Beauty Sky Demon had reached that realm.
“What—Beauty Sky Demon?!” The crowd gasped, faces paling with shock and dread, hairs standing on end.
The Sky Demon Scorpion, among the most potent bloodlines of the Spirit Scorpion Clan, was a terror of legendary renown.
Once, during a war between the Lanlan Empire and the Spirit Scorpion Clan, she’d stormed the imperial city alone, crippling a Martial Venerable, slaying dozens of Martial Kings and hundreds of experts. It took four Martial Venerables to drive her off, shaking the empire to its core.
That conflict had ended the war.
Though years had passed, the mere mention of “Beauty Sky Demon” still struck fear into countless powerhouses.
Now, having ascended to Martial Lord, her demonic aura pressed down, choking the crowd.
The sight of her spiked, winged, and breathtaking form sent shivers through every heart.
“How can this be? Why is the Beauty Sky Demon here?!” Yi Xuanfeng’s stunned gaze darted to Lin Xiao behind her. “Could it be this kid? My heavens…”
The thought was unthinkable—Lin Xiao bringing the Beauty Sky Demon here defied all logic.
Ye Fenghua, Chen Wendao, Feng Youyu, and other titans stood dumbfounded. The Beauty Sky Demon’s name was too fearsome.
Before, Ye Fenghua had confidence in facing a weakened Sky Demon Scorpion with allies. Now, against a Martial Lord Beauty Sky Demon, resistance seemed futile.
Ge Mu, Zhuifeng, and Yunfeng from the Moyu Empire were equally petrified. Her name was a legend even among top-tier powerhouses—one they dared not provoke.
“No wonder she’s the Beauty Sky Demon—her name fits. Stunning and terrifying!” Lin Xiao sucked in a breath. A race feared even by the Heaven-Devouring Spirit Emperor lived up to its reputation—her mere presence radiated danger.
“Beauty Sky Demon, the Spirit Scorpion Clan and humanity keep to their own—your presence in the imperial city seems out of place, doesn’t it?” Feng Yuntian eyed her warily as she stood before Lin Xiao.
Yet she seemed deaf to his words, her expression unchanging, her gaze eerily vacant.
“She’s here to help me, Feng Yuntian—let’s see how you stop me now!” Lin Xiao snorted, turning to her. Spiritual power surged as he invoked a secret technique, issuing a command.
“Kill!” he uttered softly, then bolted backward.
Who knew the extent of a Martial Lord’s power? The Beauty Sky Demon would obey and attack, heedless of him. Once unleashed, the fallout could be vast—getting caught in it and dying would be a colossal blunder.
