Facing Ling Xiao.
Facing a warrior whose cultivation was far inferior to his own, Feng Zhan was genuinely terrified. He retreated step by step. If Temur Mutu were not still locked in distant combat, he would truly have fled.
Boom!
At that moment, a thunderclap exploded in the distance.
Then an entire mountain crumbled into dust.
The whole palace shook violently.
Moments later, Temur Mutu appeared, covered in blood, dragging a corpse in his hand.
Scorpion King!
The Scorpion King was dead!
Temur Mutu had won this battle after all!
“Ling Xiao, we meet again. This time, no matter what, this old man will not let you escape my grasp.”
Temur Mutu hovered in mid-air, staring coldly at Ling Xiao, then casually tossed the Scorpion King’s corpse to the ground.
Seeing the body, all Scorpion People lost their will to fight.
Even Xie Li collapsed completely.
No hope.
Utterly no hope.
With the Scorpion King dead, the Scorpion tribe had no power to resist.
Even if Ling Xiao killed Feng Zhan, it would change nothing. Against the mighty Temur Mutu, he had no chance.
Among everyone present, only Ling Xiao remained calm.
He was indeed no match for Mutu.
Yet he felt no fear!
A swordsman must have a sword’s courage, an unyielding heart!
Win or lose, this heart must not waver, must not panic.
Strange inscriptions flickered in his eyes, seemingly analysing Temur Mutu’s condition.
For Ling Xiao was certain that even if Temur Mutu killed the Scorpion King, he could not have emerged unscathed.
He had never seen the Scorpion King, but judging from the earlier battle, their strengths were close.
Even if Mutu killed him, he must be gravely wounded.
So what if his cultivation was higher? Badly injured, Mutu’s combat power might not exceed Feng Zhan’s.
Of course, this was just speculation. Whether true required the Mountain River Martial Soul to confirm.
Fortunately, he still had the King’s Might and Butterfly Girl.
If worst came to worst, he would combine King’s Might with Butterfly Girl and fight. Even if he could not kill Mutu, he would scare him off again!
Ling Xiao guessed correctly.
He actually underestimated himself slightly.
If Temur Mutu had fought steadily, defeating the already-injured Scorpion King would only be a matter of time. The longer it dragged, the weaker Scorpion King would become.
But Mutu had no time!
If he delayed further, Ling Xiao would kill all his men.
He never expected even Feng Zhan could not handle Ling Xiao. Yet that was the reality.
So in a short burst, risking injury, he unleashed full power to force-kill the Scorpion King. But he too suffered severe wounds.
Everyone present understood Mutu appeared to kill Ling Xiao.
Without him, this war might have turned.
A sixteen-year-old youth arrived alone at the Scorpion tribe, single-handedly reversed the situation, changed the tide.
Countless experts fell before him.
Even Feng Zhan, a half-step Yin-Yang realm powerhouse, retreated in fear.
No wonder Xie Li saw this man as master. Scorpion People had not understood before, but now they fully did.
They even felt Xie Li becoming Ling Xiao’s servant was a fortune, an honour!
Like becoming the ancient Human King’s comrade!
“Grand Preceptor!”
Feng Zhan looked awkwardly at Mutu. He had lost all face today. Not only did he fail to clearily clear obstacles for Temur Mutu, he forced the Grand Preceptor to risk injury to come aid.
Utterly humiliating.
But with Grand Preceptor Mutu here, Ling Xiao would die. His pent-up rage eased. That counted as some gain.
“Worthless!”
Mutu slapped Feng Zhan across the air. “Cannot even handle a mere Celestial realm warrior, yet you call yourself the Little Prince’s top general?
You watched the Little Prince captured alive by this boy. I gave you a chance to redeem yourself!
But now? Look what you have done?”
“This subordinate is guilty! This subordinate deserves death!”
Feng Zhan knelt hurriedly. He felt wronged, depressed. Since meeting Ling Xiao, everything had gone wrong.
“You do deserve death. But more deserving is he!”
Temur Mutu would not kill Feng Zhan. He was a key fighter. Killing him now would be foolish.
He turned coldly to Ling Xiao. “Good lad. In North Desert City, you made this old man suffer greatly. Your wisdom is unmatched. I admire it.
Then you captured the Little Prince alive. Most impressive.
Today, you even scared Feng Zhan from fighting.
This old man rather likes you. How about it? Join the Black Crow Empire. Replace Feng Zhan immediately. Enjoy endless wealth and glory!”
“Old thing, copying Le Bie’s tricks now? Scaring me? Or are you actually spent, just a paper tiger?”
Ling Xiao grinned suddenly, looking at Temur Mutu.
Everyone trembled at his words.
Was this boy’s courage truly forged of iron? Facing Temur Mutu, he dared speak so.
Did he want to die?
“Hmph. This old man is indeed injured, gravely. But killing an Eight Desolate Heavens Celestial realm warrior like you is still easy!”
“Eight Desolate Heavens? Was he not Seven Stars Heavens?”
Xie Li froze, then sensed Ling Xiao releasing Eight Desolate Heavens aura.
Ling Xiao’s breakthrough had just happened.
The instant he grasped control of heaven and earth.
His cultivation leapt from early Seven Stars Heavens to early Eight Desolate Heavens, a massive jump.
But unfamiliar with Eight Desolate Heavens power, he had not used it.
Otherwise, killing Le Bie would have been even easier.
“Old thing, using your own words, sharp tongue or not, it only talks. It cannot kill. Want to kill me? Come on. Let me see if this old dog is just clinging to life.”
Ling Xiao’s voice was light, even mocking.
Mountain River Martial Soul analysis showed Temur Mutu was indeed badly wounded. His current strength topped Yin-Yang realm first level at best.
At that level, Butterfly Girl plus King’s Might could definitely fight.
So he feared nothing.
“Mad!”
“Not mad, confident!”
“Right, have you not noticed? Every word this boy says, he proves with action. He is no empty talker.”
Scorpion tribe hearts, sunk to the depths, suddenly rose.
Perhaps, there was still hope.
