In the desert, Yue Nu encountered the Dark Thorn squad rushing this way, searching for Ling Xiao’s whereabouts.
That was how it happened.
She had travelled day and night without a moment’s rest, all the way from the Chosen Academy to here.
Only upon seeing Ling Xiao could she relax.
Though the vanishing Yin-Yang Yuan Qi did not necessarily mean mortal danger, she would take no risk, not even the slightest chance.
She had lived over a hundred thousand years. Ling Xiao was the only one who dared say he liked her, vowed to protect her, right to her face.
She felt his true heart.
Outwardly indifferent, inwardly she rejoiced greatly.
She would not let her man die like this.
She must save him!
“What place is that?”
Yue Nu suddenly looked toward the Deadly Poison Desert and asked.
“Reporting to Your Highness Yue Nu, that is the Deadly Poison Desert. Home to the Scorpion and Lizard tribes. Extremely perilous.”
A Dark Thorn member answered.
“We go there!”
Yue Nu offered no explanation. She needed none. Her overwhelming strength already commanded full obedience from the Dark Thorn team.
…
Meanwhile, at the Scorpion tribe, atop the collapsed palace, Ling Xiao continued pursuing Temur Mutu.
The scene was bizarre.
Temur Mutu chasing Ling Xiao would make sense. Now it was reversed.
Most infuriating for Temur Mutu: his speed fell short of Ling Xiao’s. He wanted to regroup, reverse the tide.
Yet Ling Xiao’s relentless sword strikes gave him no time. He could only flee.
Dodge endlessly.
Blood streamed from his mouth. He looked pitiful.
“Detestable!”
Temur Mutu roared inwardly. He, a Grand Preceptor of the Black Crow Empire, a peak Yin-Yang realm expert, now bullied like a fallen tiger by a mere pup. Chased everywhere by Ling Xiao. If word spread, he would lose all face.
Suddenly, he saw Feng Zhan on the ground move.
Feng Zhan felt equally depressed. A renowned Black Crow general, invincible on battlefields, a big name in the empire.
Yet toyed with by a brat until dizzy.
Now, while Ling Xiao fought Temur Mutu, was the perfect moment to kill him. When else?
Suddenly, he too transformed into a black crow. A streak of dark light shot skyward. Sharp claws brimmed with powerful Tian Yuan force.
He would kill Ling Xiao!
He must!
“Shameless!”
Xie Li panicked, leaping into the air.
But she was Scorpion, not Black Crow. She could not fly.
Though she could briefly soar, her speed lagged far behind.
She watched helplessly as Feng Zhan attacked Ling Xiao from behind, powerless to stop it.
“Shadow Body!”
Ling Xiao stood there, yet his form became pure shadow.
No face, no expression, nothing human.
Light Profound Art step five: Light Body. Become light to evade or strike.
Shadow Profound Art step five: Shadow Body. Immune to attacks, but devours all, including energy!
Ling Xiao now resembled a humanoid black hole.
The instant Feng Zhan saw the shadow, intense crisis gripped him.
He tried to dodge, but his body no longer obeyed.
A mighty pull dragged him into the darkness.
Gone!
The mighty Feng Zhan!
Half-step Yin-Yang realm Feng Zhan!
Vanished before Ling Xiao!
“What the hell!”
People knew not what happened, but Feng Zhan’s aura had vanished.
Vanishing meant what?
Death!
Ling Xiao killed Feng Zhan in this bizarre way. They struggled to accept it.
Yet facts stared them in the face. They had to believe.
“Sneak attack from behind. Utterly shameless. Death well-deserved!”
Ling Xiao’s cold voice echoed in the void. Then he turned to Temur Mutu. “Old dog, watching your top aide die by my hand must sting.
But who made you so useless? Cannot even protect your subordinate. You dare call yourself Grand Preceptor?”
“Detestable! If I do not tear you to pieces today, my hatred stays unquenched!”
Since starting martial arts, Temur Mutu had never suffered such humiliation.
A mere human warrior killed his best aide before his eyes.
Utter disgrace!
Intolerable!
“Hehe, tear me to pieces? I wonder which old dog was just fleeing my chase!”
Ling Xiao laughed mockingly.
He felt helpless.
His true killer move was meant for Temur Mutu. Feng Zhan’s interruption gave the foe time to recover.
As the saying goes: strike while the iron is hot, second strike weakens, third exhausts. Killing Mutu now seemed impossible.
Still, he would leave Temur Mutu a deep memory!
If he failed to scare the old dog away, all today was for naught.
“Sharp tongue! Pity you have played your trump card. This old man has yet to truly act!”
Temur Mutu swallowed a pill. Moments later, his wounds stopped bleeding. He regained vigour.
Most terrifying: his aura returned to full realm strength.
“Yin-Yang Reversal Pill! You actually have that!”
Ling Xiao had read of it in the Eternal Divine Pill Scripture. It fully heals wounds, restores stamina and inner force. But after one hour, everything reverts, wounds worsen.
Clearly, Temur Mutu was driven to desperation.
Otherwise, he would never use it.
“Hahaha, hahahaha! Boy, you are indeed formidable. Too many surprises today. But you killed Feng Zhan. You must join him in death!”
Mutu wasted no time. The pill lasted one hour.
He suddenly closed on Ling Xiao mid-air. Overwhelming pressure forced Ling Xiao back dozens of metres.
He could not even stay airborne.
Was this Temur Mutu’s full power?
Incomparable to before.
Terrifying!
Almost everyone thought so.
Yet Ling Xiao still smiled.
“Join him? You go instead. I barely knew the man!”
Ling Xiao had no choice but to press forward.
Flee, and all was lost.
With Mutu’s strength fully restored, escape was impossible. Speed now favoured the foe.
Only fight with back to the wall!
