“It seems you truly do not care if I destroy this imperial capital.”
The stranger’s face darkened as power began to gather in his hands.
“If you want to destroy this capital, you’ll have to get past me first!”
At some point, the dean of Qingxu Academy, who was also Feng Yin Shan’s master, had appeared in the square.
His strength was unfathomably deep, yet still within the Yin-Yang Realm. He was probably weaker than the Moon Goddess, but when compared to this stranger, they were roughly evenly matched.
“I will be your opponent!”
The masked State Preceptor engaged the dean of Qingxu Academy.
The masked Feng Ming Wanzhong moved to block Ji Ning, and Sikong Zun seized the chance to scramble up from the ground, preparing to flee.
“Scorpion Li, stop him. Kill him if necessary.”
Ling Xiao issued the order.
Today, no matter what, he could not allow Sikong Zun to escape. Otherwise, the blood of those tens of thousands of soldiers would have been shed in vain.
“You are the new king of the Scorpion People tribe, aren’t you? It would be best if you stayed out of this.”
The masked ****** appeared in front of Scorpion Li.
He intended to let Sikong Zun get away.
“Let me kill Sikong Zun for you.”
The Moon Goddess suddenly spoke.
“No need. Sikong Zun has already been gravely wounded by General Ji Ning. His life is mine to take. Sister Moon Goddess, please keep an eye on that fellow up in the sky. He is extremely dangerous. Don’t let him actually destroy the capital. I still have many friends here.”
After Ling Xiao finished speaking, his figure abruptly vanished.
“Very well.”
The Moon Goddess sighed.
She knew this fellow Ling Xiao harboured a bone-deep hatred for Sikong Zun. Only by killing him personally could the hatred in his heart be eased.
Stopping Ling Xiao would serve no purpose. It was better to let him kill Sikong Zun and find release.
“Sikong Zun, the mighty Electric Light Demon King, are you actually going to run? If I do not kill you today, I, Ling Xiao, swear I am no man!”
At the same moment the icy voice rang out, Ling Xiao’s sword had already pierced Sikong Zun’s throat.
“You little bastard, how dare you kill him!”
Up in the sky, the State Preceptor, who was in truth the Yin-Yang Demon King of the True Demon Empire, suddenly roared in fury.
“Yin-Yang Reincarnation, revive!”
The terrifying aspect of Yin-Yang Reincarnation was that as long as a person still had a single breath left, they could be brought back to life.
Ling Xiao’s sword had struck Sikong Zun in the throat. An ordinary martial artist would already be dead, but the Electric Light Demon King Sikong Zun was no ordinary man.
He still clung to one final breath.
And that breath allowed Yin-Yang Reincarnation to save him.
“Yin-Yang Demon King, if you save him once, I will kill him once. Let us see whether you can save him more times than I can kill him!”
Ling Xiao gave a cold laugh. The Golden Crow Sword in his hand flashed again, and the head of the newly revived Sikong Zun was cleanly lopped off.
“Bastard, I will kill you!”
Although the nine great demon kings of the True Demon Empire were exceptionally cruel to outsiders, their relationships with one another were extremely close. The Yin-Yang Demon King could never stand by and watch Ling Xiao carve Sikong Zun into pieces. Once that happened, there would truly be no chance of revival.
Although many martial legends spoke of rebirth from a single drop of blood, all verified cases proved them to be mere rumours. None were real.
Perhaps the techniques had deviated, or the transmissions had become corrupted over time.
In short, regrowing severed limbs was possible, but rebirth from a drop of blood was impossible unless supported by some secret treasure.
Ling Xiao himself had once possessed such a technique, but later facts proved that rebirth from a drop of blood was unrealistic. Without a large number of secret treasures, death was still inevitable.
The same applied to the Yin-Yang Demon King’s Yin-Yang Reincarnation. Rebirth from a drop of blood required secret treasures as well. At most, it could only achieve limb regrowth.
Once a person was completely dead, it was useless.
“Yin-Yang Demon King, your opponent is me!”
The dean of Qingxu Academy blocked the Yin-Yang Demon King. His white beard fluttered as fierce palm winds completely held the demon king at bay.
“Get out of my way!”
The Yin-Yang Demon King roared in rage. No longer concealing his identity, his body swelled to gigantic size, resembling an enormous skeleton.
Boom!
A earth-shaking explosion rang out between heaven and earth.
Unfortunately for him, the dean of Qingxu Academy was no pushover and firmly withstood the blow.
“Yin-Yang Demon King, didn’t you want him revived? Allow me to help you!”
A cold smile appeared on Ling Xiao’s face as the Taiji Eye spun.
Holy King!
A special ability within Soul Judgement, Holy King.
Not only could it grant battle songs extraordinary motivating effects, it also possessed power almost equivalent to Yin-Yang Reincarnation.
At this moment, Ling Xiao was bathed in white light, like a holy king descended to the mortal world.
White beams shot from the Taiji Eye.
Sikong Zun actually came back to life once more.
Only this time, although he lived, he had long since lost all power to resist.
Ling Xiao slowly carved a cut across his body.
“Didn’t you want to subject Great General Ji Ning to death by a thousand cuts? Today I will let you taste what it feels like to be sliced apart!”
A ferocious expression appeared on Ling Xiao’s face.
At this moment, he was willing to turn himself into a vicious ghost to take vengeance for the dead.
He was not afraid of the Yin-Yang Demon King coming for him. With the dean’s strength, blocking the demon king posed no problem.
He wanted to give those sinners who had betrayed him, betrayed Ji Ning, and the others a lesson.
An unforgettable memory etched into their bones.
He wanted the Yin-Yang Demon King to remember this pain forever, to live every day in sorrow.
Such sorrow should not be borne solely by Ji Ning and the soldiers of the Northern Desert Army.
The mastermind behind the scenes, the Yin-Yang Demon King, must bear it too.
Otherwise, where was the justice in this world?
“Are you afraid now? Terrified? When you slaughtered millions in Holy City, did you ever imagine you would face this day?
Back then, you controlled everything. You saw others as ants. Perhaps you even thought it was your masterpiece. You felt no pain, only endless satisfaction!
When you watched those tens of thousands of soldiers being killed, did you ever think this day would come?
Back then, all you thought about was your achievements, your perfect plan. You treated human lives as trifles. You did not care in the slightest. You would not even blink!
When you tortured Ji Ning and Lü Chenglong in the heavenly prison, did you ever imagine this day would come?
Back then, you only knew madness and triumphant laughter. Hearing their miserable screams actually excited you.
When you wanted the entire city to watch Ji Ning and the others die by a thousand cuts, did you ever think that one day you yourself would face the same fate?
Back then, all you thought about was using the most extreme methods to torment your enemies, to make them die in unimaginable pain!”
With every sentence Ling Xiao spoke, he sliced another piece of flesh from Sikong Zun’s body.
Or an ear.
Or a nose.
Or an eye.
Yes, he was being cruel.
But these were exactly the methods Sikong Zun had used on others. He was merely repaying him in his own coin.
“Bastard!”
The Yin-Yang Demon King trembled with rage, blood even trickling from the corner of his mouth.
That blood was not from injury. He had been angered to the point of spitting blood.
“Aaah! Ling Xiao, I will make you and everyone here accompany him in death!”
In his fury, the Yin-Yang Demon King actually took a full palm strike from the dean of Qingxu Academy, then ignored the injury and charged straight at Ling Xiao.
