Feiyu charged at Ling Xiao, leading the assault.
The true essence on his spear had nearly solidified into a tangible form!
Against an ordinary opponent, even a typical Mortal Realm first-level martial artist would hesitate to block such a strike.
“Whale Swallows All!”
Feiyu roared, closing in on Ling Xiao, his face twisted with ferocity, eyes blazing with hatred and boundless killing intent.
A colossal whale phantom loomed with sky-blotting momentum, its massive maw gaping to engulf Ling Xiao.
“Courting death!”
Ling Xiao had spared Feiyu and Feiliu back in Yunkong City.
Yet, ungrateful, they now joined Wan Ben to attack the Divine Sword Sect.
This time, he would show no mercy.
He didn’t even deign to glance at Feiyu’s attack, merely swatting it away. The mortal-grade treasure spear, infused with nearly all of Feiyu’s true essence, shattered into pieces.
Pfft!
Feiyu was pierced by the fragments of his own spear, the terrifying true essence fracturing his bones as he spat blood.
Ling Xiao spun, facing Feiyu directly, and struck with a palm.
Prison King Fist—Bull Head Crush!
His fist clenched, like a bear’s paw.
True essence surged wildly in his hand, every muscle brimming with explosive power.
Like a fist from hell, it instilled bone-chilling fear.
“Ah!”
Feiyu, still reeling from the previous blow, couldn’t dodge.
The fist smashed squarely into his head.
A strike that could shatter a bull’s head—how could Feiyu withstand it?
The crowd heard his scream, then watched as Feiyu’s head exploded under the terrifying blow, his body slammed into the ground.
In an instant, he was lifeless.
“Beast!”
In a flash, over a dozen ninth-level Martial Masters from the Heavenly Ninja Academy, including Wan Ben, Zhuhua, Diewu, and Luxing, lunged at Ling Xiao in fury.
Their combined true essence formed a massive hand of energy.
As large and tall as a mountain, it roared, ripping up stone slabs from the ground with earthquake-like force.
The true essence hand, carrying slabs, crashed toward Ling Xiao like a tidal wave, intent on crushing him into paste.
“Sigh, truly ignorant! You still can’t see the gap in strength. You deserve your fate!”
Glancing at the true essence hand, Ling Xiao sighed. These fools thought their combined might could kill him—utterly laughable.
Standing firm, he struck with a single palm.
Prison King Fist—Destruction!
A terrifying aura instantly filled the space.
In that moment, all attacks vanished.
The grandiose true essence hand shattered, dissipating without a trace.
Swords, spears, strange weapons, and even stone slabs turned to dust.
But the terrifying power of “Destruction” didn’t stop.
In a panic, Wan Ben shoved two ninth-level Martial Masters in front of him, only to see them explode.
He retreated dozens of meters in horror.
Of the dozen-plus ninth-level Martial Masters, seven or eight died instantly, leaving only nine.
And they were terrified.
“Impossible!”
“Our combined full-strength attack from over a dozen ninth-level Martial Masters would force even a Mortal Realm first-level master to retreat and shatter solid city walls. How did he block it so easily and still counterattack?”
“He’s a monster! When he left Yunkong City, he was only at peak eighth-level Martial Vein. How is he this strong?”
“I get it! He must’ve had some extraordinary encounter in the Yuehua Sect and obtained a supreme treasure!” a Sword King Sect master suddenly shouted.
Unable to fathom Ling Xiao’s strength, they naturally assumed he possessed a treasure.
They weren’t entirely wrong—Ling Xiao did have a precious-grade treasure, though he hadn’t bothered using it.
“Blazing Sword Technique!”
The thought of treasure clearly sparked greed in the Sword King Sect masters.
One, a peak Mortal Realm first-level martial artist, thrust his longsword forward.
The strike ignited roaring flames, condensing into a fiery sword beam aimed at Ling Xiao.
Behind him, a faint red sword shadow appeared—likely a variant of a sword martial soul.
The blazing sword beam was fearsome, flames surging with terrifying power.
If blocked, it would explode, its flames capable of turning a hundred-meter radius into scorched earth, even burning stone slabs to ash.
The Blazing Sword Technique was a signature move of the Sword King Sect, a precious-grade gold martial art.
Using it against Ling Xiao was, in a way, giving him face.
“Hahaha, Yuehua Sect’s outer sect trash, let’s see how you survive this sword!”
The Sword King Sect master timed his attack perfectly, striking just as Ling Xiao finished “Destruction,” when his old strength was spent and new strength hadn’t yet formed, leaving no chance for effective defence.
The blazing sword beam pierced Ling Xiao’s protective true essence and exploded.
“Hahaha, well dead!”
“As expected of a Sword King Sect master—such skill!”
“Is this a precious-grade gold martial art? Truly fearsome.”
Seeing Ling Xiao’s body struck and the explosion blasting a deep crater, Wan Ben and his allies rejoiced, certain of his death.
“Ling Xiao!”
“Supreme Elder!”
Ling Yihang and Ling Wuhen paled in shock, the Divine Sword Sect disciples crying out.
Ling Xiao was their savior—if he died, they’d lose all hope.
“Hahaha, trash is trash. A mere Yuehua Sect outer disciple daring to act arrogant before us? My Sword King Sect’s Blazing Sword Technique isn’t something you can block!”
The Sword King Sect disciples laughed heartily, unconcerned about killing a Yuehua Sect disciple sparking retaliation.
Outer sect disciples held such low status in sects that their deaths rarely caused a stir.
“Blazing Sword Technique? Utterly dull. Such a precious-grade gold martial art is wasted in the hands of scum like you.”
Suddenly, a voice emerged from the flames.
Ling Xiao walked out slowly, his body shimmering with golden dragon scales.
Not only was he unharmed, but his clothes were untouched.
The defence of the Heavenly Dragon Scales was not just strong—it was extraordinarily so.
Even without time to defend, the scales automatically protected him.
