Feather Cloak Storm!
Ming Tian didn’t use an ordinary martial skill, only employing a technique from the ordinary inner strength method Demon Fox Feather Cloak Technique.
In that instant, a blood-red storm raged, sweeping outward, the howling wind shaking the ground like an earthquake.
He stood there, truly resembling a heavenly demon descended, majestic and imposing.
Whoosh~~
Bang!
Zuo Leng’s attack was the strongest, and thus faced the fiercest counterattack. The terrifying Feather Cloak Storm condensed into a giant claw, instantly smashing into his Susanoo.
The terrifying aura spread wildly, shattering Susanoo, and Zuo Leng’s body was sent flying. He barely stabilized himself, but blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
Boom!
With Zuo Leng defeated, the attacks of the other five were like paper, utterly ineffective.
The five figures came quickly and left just as fast, though their retreat was somewhat pitiful, crashing into the pillars of the martial arts hall, spitting blood.
Fortunately, they were all martial masters, and Ming Tian had clearly held back, or they’d all be dead.
In the True Spirit Hall, Lin Ze’s eyes widened in shock.
He hadn’t expected Ming Tian, an early ninth-stage martial master, to be this powerful. His strength was nearly on par with Lin Ze, a peak ninth-stage martial master.
Wan Ben laughed heartily, thoroughly pleased, as Ming Tian had come from Tianren Academy and was closely aligned with him.
As for Master Baiyun, his reaction was less exaggerated, but a faintly smug smile appeared on his face.
This was the disciple he had chosen—this was Ming Tian’s true strength.
“That strike was only sixty to seventy percent of Ming Tian’s power, Lin Ze. Do you understand now? Let alone injuring him, it’s hard for Ling Xiao to even get close.”
Master Baiyun looked at Lin Ze with a smile.
Lin Ze frowned, “Master, Ling Xiao and the others haven’t made their move yet. It’s not decided.”
“Come on, Lin Ze, stop being stubborn. You know they don’t stand a chance. Do you think their combined attacks could be stronger than Zuo Leng’s?”
Wan Ben sneered.
Lin Ze opened his mouth but said nothing. The fight wasn’t over, and he wouldn’t admit defeat.
In the center of the martial arts hall.
Ming Tian stood like a war god.
His confidence, shaken twice, had now been fully restored.
Around him, Zuo Leng and the others were pale and disheveled.
“This guy is indeed strong, but it’s within my expectations. Move!”
As Ming Tian was still savoring his victory, Ling Xiao’s voice rang out.
With his words, the five from Qianlong Camp sprang into action.
Ming Tian glanced at them with disdain.
Compared to the previous six, these five were clearly weaker.
What puzzled him, though, was that the five didn’t attack together. Only Shi Lei charged forward.
Leng Mei had vanished.
Dai Yuling followed behind Shi Lei.
Ling Xiao and Ling Yixue remained stationary.
What were they up to?
Not only was Ming Tian confused, but the three masters in the True Spirit Hall were equally baffled.
Close!
Suddenly, Shi Lei’s body transformed, growing massive, at least four or five meters tall.
Not only that, his appearance turned into a giant with an elephant’s head.
“This is the Elephant Clan, a mid-tier race. They lack martial souls, ninja spirits, or heroic spirits, but they possess the bloodline of the ancient giant elephant. Once awakened, they’re just as formidable.”
Master Baiyun explained.
This was the first time Shi Lei had revealed his race.
He’d kept it hidden to avoid trouble, but this time, he had no choice.
Facing Ming Tian, he had to go all out.
“Oh? The Elephant Clan? Still useless.”
Ming Tian gave a scornful laugh, and a blood-red claw shot out from his demon fox feather cloak.
It aimed straight for Shi Lei.
Elephant Fist!
Shi Lei threw both fists forward, using all his power to counter the blood-red claw.
At the same time, Ling Xiao and Ling Yixue moved.
With their long-standing synergy, they didn’t need words to know when to act.
Terrifying Finger!
Soul-Seizing Palm!
Both techniques targeted the soul.
Ling Xiao had analyzed it long ago—Ming Tian’s defense was too strong. At ninth-stage cultivation, none of his attacks could break through.
The only weakness was Ming Tian’s soul.
He had investigated and found that Ming Tian’s soul potential was only one star, worse than most ordinary martial artists.
Soul attacks would definitely be effective against him.
Buzz—!
In that instant, the demon fox feather cloak dissipated, and Ming Tian’s eyes turned vacant, as if he’d lost control of his true essence.
Boom!
Shi Lei was stunned to find his Elephant Fist actually landing on Ming Tian.
Leng Mei, who had vanished, now appeared near Ming Tian, her dagger stabbing toward his arm.
But in that moment, Ming Tian’s vacant eyes suddenly cleared.
“Hmph!”
With a cold snort, Shi Lei and Leng Mei were both sent flying.
“Playing smart. My soul potential is indeed weak, but do you think I haven’t compensated for my flaws? I have a treasure specifically designed to counter soul attacks.”
Ming Tian smirked disdainfully.
But in the next instant, his expression changed again.
Unnoticed, a dark cloud had formed above his head.
Icy snowflakes drifted down.
Amid the snow, a faint white light flashed.
Snow Lotus Sword Art—Flying Snow!
A shallow but unmistakable wound appeared on Ming Tian’s pale neck.
Ling Xiao sheathed his sword.
Yet, to everyone’s confusion, there were two Ling Xiaos in the martial arts hall.
One still stood with Ling Yixue.
The other smiled at Ming Tian.
“Concede!”
Ling Xiao smiled, then turned to Dai Yuling, “Senior Sister, please help treat Senior Brother Shi and Leng Mei.”
His strategy wasn’t complex.
Shi Lei and Leng Mei were used to distract Ming Tian, while Dai Yuling drew his attention.
Then, Ling Yixue and his martial soul clone launched soul attacks to mislead Ming Tian into thinking they were targeting his soul.
In reality, it was all a feint.
The true attack was a single move.
The ordinary sword skill Ling Xiao had finally mastered—Flying Snow.
After so long, he had only comprehended this one move from the Snow Lotus Sword Art, a result of studying the complete Heavenly Dragon Golden Body and today’s fight with Ming Tian.
Ming Tian’s Demon Fox Feather Cloak Technique and Nine-Tail Cannon Fist had deepened his understanding of the ordinary mysteries of the Snow Lotus Sword Art.
In a way, he owed Ming Tian thanks.
But there was one exception.
Ling Xiao smiled轻松ly.
Everyone else, however, was frozen in shock.
No one, not even those who cooperated with Ling Xiao, had expected the plan to succeed.
They couldn’t comprehend how Ling Xiao had so precisely grasped Ming Tian’s situation or timed the sneak attack so perfectly.
That was more terrifying than raw cultivation.
“I feel like I’ve wasted my life. Only after meeting Ling Xiao do I realize some geniuses can’t be judged by common sense.”
Master Baiyun took a deep breath, a hint of excitement on his face.
After all, Ling Xiao wasn’t an enemy but the true disciple of his close friend, Lin Ze.
