“No!”
Meng let out a miserable scream, his body, along with the greatsword, was directly blasted backwards. The greatsword disintegrated in mid-air, shattering into countless fragments.
His body was covered in numerous wounds, and blood kept gushing from his mouth.
“Martial souls! And more than one martial soul!”
At that moment, Meng’s heart was filled with regret. If he had kept his Greatsword Spirit with him, he wouldn’t have suffered such a loss this time.
But his foolish decision to send the spirit to deal with someone else had led to this tragedy.
So careless!
Truly far too careless!
But how could this kid be so strong? How could he have three fragmented martial souls?
No, no!
At least one of them must be a complete soul! A full martial soul!
Otherwise, the power couldn’t possibly be this overwhelming!
However, in a duel between experts, one wrong step leads to endless mistakes, and his realisation came too late.
From behind, Ling Yi Xue’s palms struck Meng’s body, a chilling aura spreading through him, adding injury to his already gravely wounded frame. He crashed heavily to the ground.
His Greatsword Spirit was, after all, just a fragmented spirit, only capable of stalling, so how could it hold Ling Yi Xue back forever?
The reason Ling Yi Xue hadn’t teamed up with Ling Xiao to attack was that she was waiting for this very opportunity.
She was a martial master too, and with Meng no longer bolstered by his spirit, this palm strike left him with no chance of survival. He died on the spot.
Over on the other side, Yin Ran and Leng Mei had also finished their battles.
The two of them looked at Ling Xiao with gazes full of shock and reverence.
Though they hadn’t seen the moment Ling Xiao unleashed three martial souls, they had clearly witnessed him breaking a Martial Vein Seventh Layer early-stage master’s technique with a single strike and leaving him gravely injured.
Terrifying.
He could even injure a martial master.
Even if it was just the lowest tier of martial master.
It was still unbelievable.
“Luck!”
Ling Xiao let out a breath of relief.
He had to admit, being able to deal with these people so easily was genuinely down to good luck.
If this martial master named Meng hadn’t separated his spirit from his body, killing him would have been quite difficult.
After such a fight, Ling Xiao definitely wouldn’t have come out unscathed like he had now.
“Ten breaths of rest time for you all, then we carry on!”
After speaking, Ling Xiao sat cross-legged, tossed twenty Gang Qi Pills into his mouth, and began to recover.
Though he hadn’t been injured just now, using three martial souls at once had drained him severely. He needed to take more pills, or he wouldn’t recover.
Yin Ran wanted to ask something, but seeing the other two also starting to rest, he didn’t speak and sat cross-legged to recover as well.
Ten breaths passed in a flash.
Ling Xiao stood up and said, “There are still fifteen martial artists over there. I’ll handle the martial master, you lot deal with the rest.”
“Me?” Ling Yi Xue furrowed her brow. Though she trusted Ling Xiao, she wasn’t entirely at ease.
“Senior Sister, don’t worry, I won’t go in recklessly!”
Ling Xiao glanced at the Bi-Eye Clan corpse lying there and smiled faintly.
“Could it be you!”
Ling Yi Xue recalled what had happened when the Ling family was surrounded, and she guessed what Ling Xiao intended to do.
“That’s right, exactly that.”
Then he explained his plan. Yin Ran and Leng Mei both found it surprising and unbelievable.
But since Ling Xiao had suggested this approach, it likely wasn’t baseless, so they decided to see how it played out.
After all, this person was always full of surprises, doing things that caught people off guard.
…
The sky grew darker.
Inside the Dream Pill factory, slaves worked desperately under the threat of death, utterly unable to see any hope for tomorrow.
Their eyes were filled with numbness.
Outside the factory, a man with golden hair gazed into the distance with a grim expression.
“Strange, Brother Meng has been gone for so long and still hasn’t returned. Could something have happened to him too?”
This golden-haired man with碧绿 eyes was the overseer of this Dream Pill factory.
But he wasn’t the real boss behind it all.
How could a boss live in such a wretched environment?
“Boss, I’m back!”
Just as the golden-haired man was about to lead a team to check things out himself, a voice rang out.
“Brother Meng! Hm? Who’s that in your hands?”
The golden-haired man saw Meng holding someone, a figure covered in wounds, with messy hair and bloodstains, looking badly injured.
“Don’t even mention it, Boss. The lads I took with me were wiped out by this kid.”
Meng said with deep frustration.
“What!”
The golden-haired man stared hard at the少年, who looked no more than fifteen, though his face carried a bit more maturity, clearly a formidable figure.
“This kid might look young, but he’s a Martial Vein Sixth Layer peak martial artist, Boss. Be careful, don’t get too close.”
“What, he can escape your grasp?”
“Boss, don’t underestimate this kid. Look at these wounds on me, all his doing. He’s only at Martial Vein Sixth Layer peak, but his speed is insane. If I weren’t far stronger than him, I might not have made it back to see you alive.”
The more Meng said, the more the golden-haired man believed him, stepping closer to check his injuries without the slightest suspicion.
In that instant, Ling Xiao, who had been hanging his head, suddenly moved.
The Ice Glass Sword stabbed into the golden-haired man’s chest without resistance, and as the “Snow Lotus Qi Art” activated, his body froze solid in an instant.
At the same time, Yin Ran, Leng Mei, and Ling Yi Xue struck together.
“Meng, you’ve betrayed me!”
Even now, the golden-haired man hadn’t figured out what was happening. He burned his true essence fiercely, shattering the ice encasing him.
But Ling Xiao gave him no chance.
“Shadow King Strike!”
“Thwack!”
Another sword struck the golden-haired man.
Though he dodged the vital spots, two stabs—one straight through the heart—left even a martial master on the brink of death.
The golden-haired man wasn’t thinking of fighting now, only of escaping.
He didn’t want to die. Only by quickly finding a skilled alchemist or physician could he save his life. As a martial master, he could only rely on true essence to cling on temporarily.
But Ling Xiao pursued relentlessly, giving him no chance to flee!
“You little brat, you’re courting death!”
Forced into a corner, the golden-haired man turned and threw a punch at Ling Xiao.
Yet Meng’s corpse suddenly slid in front, blocking the blow.
Ghost Ship Blast!
Seizing the moment, Ling Xiao unleashed the Ghost Ship Blast, crashing squarely into the golden-haired man.
After a loud boom, the golden-haired man was covered in wounds.
But this bloke was a true desperado—despite all this, he still wasn’t dead.
Barbarian Bull Roar!
Sword Mastery—Dual Blades Fly!
Seeing him about to escape, Ling Xiao unleashed his killing move, Barbarian Bull Roar, amplifying his attack power.
At the same time, he used his strongest technique, Sword Mastery!
Though the “Black Iron Sword Mastery Scroll” wasn’t high-grade, its attack power surpassed most martial techniques, especially at such close range, where its might rivalled that of a Martial Vein Seventh Layer early-stage master.
The first sword pierced the golden-haired man’s back, causing the blood he’d stemmed with true essence to gush out again.
The second sword went through his neck.
That tenacious desperado finally fell to the ground, struggled a few times, and then ceased to breathe.
