After the roar that lasted several moments, the explosive force finally razed the already battered palace to the ground.
Warriors scattered in panic, gazing at the ruins. Their hearts ached, yet they had no mind for it now.
Something far more astonishing had happened.
Ling Xiao had truly blocked Temur Mutu’s strike!
This defied the word miracle.
It was beyond description.
Utterly shocking, like an ant tripping an elephant with its tiny legs.
Unbelievable!
Truly unbelievable!
Most shocked was Temur Mutu himself.
One move failed to kill Ling Xiao. This humiliated him more than his defeat in North Desert City.
Outwitted by Ling Xiao.
Now unable to kill him in strength?
Impossible!
“Old dog, your end has come!”
A cold voice issued from Ling Xiao. He sheathed the Purple Lightning Sword.
Behind him, the Taotie’s shadow emerged.
“Taotie Doomsday, One Sword Shocks Heaven!”
Darkness fell. All light vanished.
As if swallowed by a giant beast.
This sword was mighty, violent, frenzied!
Taotie Doomsday, the doomsday sword, Ling Xiao’s strongest move yet!
“Boom, boom!”
Space cracked with piercing sounds. In the darkness emerged:
Slaughter!
Death!
Destruction!
Severing all, devouring all!
This sword shook heaven and earth, unmatched!
“What is this?”
Temur Mutu grew more startled.
The prior strike was casual, broken. He could accept that.
But now he felt fear!
When had Ling Xiao grown so strong?
He lacked Yin-Yang realm power, yet this lethality exceeded what wounded Mutu could withstand.
Retreat!
Temur Mutu dodged Ling Xiao’s choice.
He lacked confidence to block this terrifying blow.
“Light-Shadow Escape, kill!”
Taotie Doomsday was powerful, but Ling Xiao knew it would not gravely harm Temur Mutu.
As the foe said, though badly wounded, he could still muster early Yin-Yang strength.
His true killer was Light-Shadow Escape. Less raw power than Taotie Doomsday, but no less lethal.
More covert, more dreadful, utterly unpredictable!
The instant he unleashed the sword, Ling Xiao vanished completely.
Sword gone!
Person gone!
In darkness, nothing visible.
In the heaven-and-earth control state, aided by near Yin-Yang strength, wrapped in King’s Might.
His Light-Shadow Escape ascended greatly!
The world held only one gleam.
Unavoidable, unblockable!
In that moment, Ling Xiao seemed true light.
Temur Mutu’s face turned ugly.
He could not track Ling Xiao!
No aura sensed.
Only one light visible!
A light too fast to dodge!
He knew it was Ling Xiao’s attack, yet as Yin-Yang expert, he could not evade.
In crisis, he desperately activated his Black Crow bloodline.
His body became a giant black crow. Each feather tough as meteoric iron, wrapping him fully.
Simultaneously, Yin-Yang Yuan Qi on his surface formed a shield, hoping to weaken the blow.
Sizzle!
Taotie Doomsday’s damage finally hit.
His Yuan Qi shield, though strong, was devoured clean by the massive Taotie sword qi.
Then the light arrived.
Piercing the sharp feathers, striking Temur Mutu’s body.
Temur Mutu shot into the air, flapping black wings to blunt the strike.
Black-and-white wings unfolded behind Ling Xiao. He soared, chasing Temur Mutu.
His face was ice-cold, fearless. In his eyes, only one target: this old dog Temur Mutu.
Could he kill him?
He asked no such question.
A swordsman must not doubt himself!
Especially with advantage. Doubt was suicide!
This was the best chance to kill Temur Mutu. He knew not if he would gain such power again. He must slay the old dog here.
And gain precious experience against Yin-Yang warriors.
Ling Xiao was faster than Temur Mutu.
Though Mutu could wield early Yin-Yang power, heavy wounds hindered him.
Each use of Yin-Yang Yuan Qi worsened his injuries.
To evade Ling Xiao, he even transformed.
This aggravated his wounds.
But he had no choice.
Facing Ling Xiao now, Temur Mutu knew only desperation.
Feng Zhan on the ground looked uncertain.
He knew clearly: if Ling Xiao died, he had no path to life.
Though Ling Xiao was terrifying now.
Feng Zhan knew he must act.
While Ling Xiao focused fully on Temur Mutu, strike suddenly, kill Ling Xiao. Only then could worry end.
…
Yellow sand filled the sky. A figure flew like a fairy.
Her posture beautiful, eyes lovely.
Yet worry and concern filled her gaze.
Behind her, a squad in special garb rode magic wolves trained solely in North Desert City.
Their uniforms matched the desert sands. Still, they blended almost invisibly.
At the front, two women.
One cold as frost, even in scorching desert, icy as a block.
Naturally Leng Mei.
The other exuded nobility and pride, innate aristocratic air setting her apart.
Naturally Ji Mingkong.
“Leng Mei, why did Yue Nu suddenly appear on the Divine Phoenix Continent?”
Ji Mingkong watched the sky woman, asking tensely.
“Unclear.”
Leng Mei shook her head.
She truly did not know.
She knew Yue Nu, of course. The only woman Ling Xiao had ever expressed love for.
And powerfully terrifying.
Why had Yue Nu come to the Divine Phoenix Continent?
For no other reason. When sending Ling Xiao away, she left a strand of her Yuan Qi in his body.
She could sense if his life was in danger.
Before, though Ling Xiao faced many troubles, he always turned peril to safety.
But this time, Yue Nu felt her Yin-Yang Yuan Qi in him fading fast.
So against all opposition, she came alone to the Divine Phoenix Continent, following his aura all the way.
