Zhuge Ming had always treasured the Immortal Fury Divine Lotus, planning to use it only at Beimo City’s direst moment.
Today, for Ling Xiao, he willingly offered it.
Ling Xiao took the strange lotus. Suddenly, a familiar sensation flooded his spirit sea.
In that instant, he seemed to grasp its terrifying power.
“Thank you!”
He stored it in his ring, then leaped from the wall. Black-and-white wings unfurled behind him as he charged the enemy.
Ji Mingkong and Leng Mei followed.
Three people raced ahead of the hundred iron cavalry toward the Black Crow knights.
This was a death-defying gamble!
And utter confidence!
“Who’s that?”
The charging cavalry noticed.
“Ling Xiao!”
“It’s Supervisor Ling!”
“Does he plan to break over a hundred Black Crow knights with just three?”
“Madness!”
“Utter madness!”
At Beimo Pass, Sikong Zun sneered. He had thought Ling Xiao calm and cautious, yet today the fool rushed to his death, perfect.
Jia Yun trembled with excitement, “Die, die, hahaha, looks like I don’t even need to act!”
Ji Changran and Wan Qiufeng cast venomous glares, awaiting Ling Xiao’s slaughter.
Feng Qingyan looked anxious.
Lü Chenglong was stunned.
On Beimo City’s wall, war drums suddenly thundered.
Ji Ning himself beat them, cheering Ling Xiao.
The drums boomed like thunder, stirring blood.
At the same moment, at Beimo Pass, Lü Chenglong roared, “Warriors, Supervisor Ling fights for us! Let our loudest battle song cheer him!”
“Wolf smoke rises, eyes north…”
The song rose from tens of thousands, shaking the earth, rousing spirits.
“Kill!”
Ling Xiao roared, entering within a hundred metres of the Black Crow knights.
The knights stared coldly at this audacious fool, drawing bows from their backs.
Almost identical rhythm, almost identical scene.
The difference: before, a hundred arrows for a hundred men.
Now, a hundred arrows for three.
Arrows whistled, wind screamed, sand swirled, carrying lethal intent.
“Kill!”
Ling Xiao roared again. His Golden Crow Sword thrust, Scarlet Sun Cones shooting out.
Mid-air, the cones became countless mini-suns, smashing the arrows.
Crack! Crack!
As collisions rang, Black Crow knights were shocked: the three vanished.
Ling Xiao knew he couldn’t face over a hundred alone. The cones were a feint; he aimed to divide and conquer.
Shadow Step and Shadow Armour made it easy.
Leng Mei’s assassin martial soul hid her effortlessly.
Ji Mingkong had stealth tools.
He brought only these two after careful thought.
“Kill!”
The third roar. A brilliant lotus exploded amid the crowd.
Blood sprayed, limbs flew.
“How can the power be this great!”
Zhuge Ming, watching, was stunned. He had used the lotus, injuring at most a dozen Eight Desolations Heaven warriors.
But Ling Xiao’s activation killed half the Black Crow knights instantly. None touched by the lotus survived.
After the lotus came plum blossoms.
Leng Mei was an assassin.
Her kills were beautiful.
But terrifying.
Warriors touched by blossoms died or were maimed.
In a blink, dozens more fell.
Before Black Crow knights reacted, a giant palm descended, crushing over a dozen more.
They hadn’t processed what happened; only ten-odd remained.
The nightmare continued.
Shadow Cones released unseen, another dozen died horribly.
“Retreat! Fast!”
The Black Crow leader saw disaster, only three or four left beside him. How dare he stay in this hell?
He wheeled his mount, fleeing afar.
This scene stunned both sides.
The previously arrogant, domineering Black Crow knights now fled in disgrace.
Was this real?
“Escape now? Too late!”
Ling Xiao stood, coldly eyeing the fleeing leader. He ignored the others; with Leng Mei and Ji Mingkong, they wouldn’t survive.
One sword pointed afar.
Drums still thundered!
Song grew louder!
The battlefield, full of experts.
Yet one man’s glory eclipsed all.
Light-Shadow Divine Cone!
Sword qi shot, covering hundreds of metres instantly.
The Black Crow leader and his mount were cleaved in two.
Drums and song abruptly stopped.
Only wind howled across the field.
Moments later, thunderous cheers erupted from Beimo City to Beimo Pass.
“Ling Xiao!”
“Ling Xiao!”
All mouths called one name: Ling Xiao!
“Those who invade Divine Phoenix, though far, will be punished!”
Ling Xiao stepped forward, severed the enemy leader’s halved head, raised it high, and roared with blazing fury.
Three people, three swords.
Over a hundred Black Crow knights annihilated instantly!
This shocked the entire field.
In the enemy formation, Temur Mutu’s face darkened.
Jiumo Zhiyan was tongue-tied.
“Is he one of the Ten Phoenixes?”
Jiumo Zhiyan asked his advisor.
“Reporting to the little prince, this man is Ling Xiao, not one of the Ten Phoenixes, but recently in Divine Phoenix capital, he defeated strong foes consecutively, his fame unmatched for a time!”
“Ling Xiao! Ling Xiao! I remember this name!”
Jiumo Zhiyan muttered, then waved, “Today’s defeat means no more fighting. Retreat!”
He knew losing a hundred Black Crow knights, elites, was heartbreaking.
More crucially, morale plummeted. Attacking now would be suicidal.
“Little prince, this man must not live. Let me kill him!”
Temur Mutu had stared at Ling Xiao.
His eyes like a hawk eyeing prey.
“Master, be careful!”
Jiumo Zhiyan nodded, not stopping.
He saw Ling Xiao was no ordinary man. If not killed while his cultivation was low, he’d become a great calamity later.
Temur Mutu shot forward, incredibly fast.
“Leng Mei, Ji Mingkong, retreat first!”
Ling Xiao sensed extreme danger approaching, knew he was no match, and urgently shouted to Leng Mei and Ji Mingkong.
