Hearing this, the crowd turned to face Lin Xiao.
Spotting him, the seven or eight Liu family members, their high-tier Martial King elder, and the black-robed youth with Master Yuling’s group all darkened with murderous intent.
“Didn’t expect you here!” the black-robed youth thundered, “I’ll kill you!”
Recalling Lin Xiao beating and stomping him, he nearly spat blood in rage, losing control. He charged straight at Lin Xiao.
But then, the Liu family elder moved— faster still— reaching Lin Xiao in a blink.
“Vermin, die!” The elder roared, clawing at Lin Xiao’s neck, his high-tier Martial King pressure surging forth.
Yet Lin Xiao just smiled faintly as a figure abruptly appeared in his sight.
“Bang!”
Yin qi billowed as the figure punched the elder’s palm. The elder felt as if he’d struck steel— his hand exploded in blood and flesh, his body hurled back dozens of metres, vital qi churning within.
Seeing this, the black-robed youth— not yet close— hastily retreated.
As they glimpsed the attacker’s eerie green face and lifeless eyes, shock gripped them.
This wasn’t a living person— it was a ghastly corpse.
“A corpse puppet!” The Liu elder gasped, wariness flooding his face.
The black-robed youth trembled, a chill of fear gripping him. That green-faced puppet had wounded a high-tier Martial King with one punch— had he charged in, he’d likely be dead.
Liu He froze too, fury boiling over. Meeting Lin Xiao right after emerging, he’d hoped for revenge— not this. Even their elder couldn’t touch him.
Lin Xiao didn’t press the puppet to attack further, instead smirking at them with thick sarcasm.
With the Void Sky Phoenix Wings and green puppet, he feared none of them.
“Look at his feet— Void Sky Phoenix Wings!” The Ji family head spoke, his face grave.
They’d heard of the wings— such a treasure made their eyes blaze.
“Young friend, might I borrow those Void Sky Phoenix Wings for a look?” The Jade Fan Sect leader chimed in, addressing Lin Xiao.
Lin Xiao chuckled, ignoring him. Borrow for a look— and get it back? He wasn’t daft!
“Young friend, what’s that mean? This treasure’s impact is huge— hoarding it like this isn’t wise,” the Ji family head added, exuding authority with a hint of threat.
Lin Xiao didn’t reply, shaking his head with a regretful sigh, “Pity I didn’t thrash you lot in the Heavy Force Palace.”
“…”
The crowd’s faces chilled.
“Hmph, treasures go to the strong— the Void Sky Phoenix Wings aren’t yours to keep!” The Liu elder snarled, his tone dark, rallying the others, “Fellow cultivators, let’s strike together— one puppet can’t stop us all!”
They nodded— the puppet was strong, but against three high-tier Martial Kings, it fell short.
If one held it off, the rest could target Lin Xiao.
“Bunch of filth!”
“Pack of old curs!”
Lin Xiao and Hu Yue cursed in unison. Lin Xiao stowed the puppet, surged spiritual power, and urged the wings rightward.
Simultaneously, he pulled five Martial King essence pills from his hand, embedding them into the wings.
“Hiss!” The wings flared red, ripples of void energy pulsing as they trembled— breaking through space— shooting forward at greater speed.
“Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!”…
Giant vital qi hands grasped at nothing.
“He can wield the Void Sky Phoenix Wings— quick!” The Ji family head panicked, unleashing peak Martial King power, chasing Lin Xiao like lightning.
The other two high-tier Martial Kings followed, pouring their life’s strength into the pursuit.
“Five essence pills plus my power only match high-tier Martial King speed,” Lin Xiao frowned, eyeing the four pursuers. Gritting his teeth, he drew ten more pills and slammed them into the wings.
“Hiss!” The wings blazed brighter, void ripples surging. “Whoosh!”— they accelerated sharply, a beam piercing the sky.
“What!” The three behind gaped— the wings’ speed doubled, vanishing from sight in a blink.
Infuriated yet greedy, they refused to give up— the faster the wings, the greater their worth— chasing with all their might.
Even if Lin Xiao’s strength was lacking, the pills would eventually run dry.
Atop the wings, Lin Xiao felt joy and pain. Joy— ten pills pushed the speed past high-tier Martial King, nearing low-tier Martial Venerable. Pain— ten pills were a fortune, enough for a Martial King to cultivate many times.
Though he had over a hundred pills— from Peng Du’s auction haul and others— this made him a minor tycoon. But using them like this? Ten-odd bursts would drain him dry.
Still, shaking off three high-tier Martial Kings eased the sting.
Once they vanished far behind, Lin Xiao veered left, diving deeper into the graveyard.
This detour threw them off completely.
Soon, the wings slowed— the ten pills consumed.
The graveyard was vast— after such a detour, those Martial Kings couldn’t catch up. Lin Xiao stowed the wings, flying with spiritual power.
Their eyes scanned the ground sharply.
Before long, Lin Xiao noticed the deeper they went, the more skeletons appeared. Eventually, no corpses remained— just skeletons, their clothes and flesh rotted away.
Dim phosphorescent flames flickered, bones gleamed white— a gust stirred eerie bone dust, chilling Lin Xiao to the core.
“Hmm?” Suddenly, something caught his eye— a row of skeletons ahead.
Ten metres long, human-shaped skeletons lay neatly aligned, each skull severed as if by a single, sharp blow.
