“Is this the shameless arrogance of Beast King Palace disciples? I worked hard to complete this mission, yet you dare to steal it? Utterly despicable!”
Ling Xiao said coldly.
“Little beast, you really are tired of living!”
Junior Brother Zhang sneered menacingly.
Initially, he hesitated to act against a Moonlight Sect disciple in front of so many witnesses.
But now, he was in a bind.
Ling Xiao had insulted his sect publicly. If he didn’t respond, he’d be a laughingstock.
At this moment, She Mei giggled, “Junior Brother Zhang, he doesn’t seem to take your threats seriously. Isn’t it time to teach this Moonlight Sect disciple some manners?”
“Senior Sister She Mei, don’t worry. This little beast is mine. No need for you to step in.”
Junior Brother Zhang’s face flushed with embarrassment.
Losing face in front of the woman he admired made him furious.
He glared at Ling Xiao, raising his hand to reveal a pair of gleaming, rare treasure weapons—beast claws.
These weapons were unique, not forged from metal but crafted from the claws of ferocious beasts, their terror surpassing even metal weapons.
“State your name. I don’t kill nameless nobodies!” Junior Brother Zhang barked.
“Moonlight Sect outer disciple, Ling Xiao. I hope you remember this name after death. Come find me if you want revenge,” Ling Xiao replied calmly.
“Huh? Hahaha, an outer disciple? Moonlight Sect’s mere outer disciple is this arrogant? Seems like no one’s put them in their place for years, and they’re getting cocky!” Junior Brother Zhang was stunned, then burst into laughter.
The onlookers joined in, roaring with laughter.
To them, an outer disciple challenging a Beast King Palace inner disciple was suicidal.
“Very funny?” Ling Xiao looked at Junior Brother Zhang, a mocking smile on his lips.
Others had mocked him like this before, only to end up dead or utterly defeated.
“Junior Brother Zhang, if you don’t act, I will,” said another Beast King Palace disciple beside She Mei, older and stronger than both her and Zhang.
“Senior Brother Hai, no need to steal my kill. It’s just an outer disciple,” Zhang chuckled.
“True. Moonlight Sect is the weakest of the twelve sects, and this is just an outer disciple. Even my pet beast could bite him to death,” Senior Brother Hai said with a laugh.
The two treated Ling Xiao like he was already dead.
“Too much talk!” As Ling Xiao spoke, he unleashed a palm strike.
While Junior Brother Zhang and Senior Brother Hai discussed how to kill him, as if he were a salted fish to be cooked, a terrifying aura suddenly erupted. The air itself wailed, as if the elements were screaming in fear.
What a terrifying palm, like a tidal wave, brimming with devastating intent, ferocious and unstoppable.
The strike forced Senior Brother Hai and She Mei to retreat several steps.
Junior Brother Zhang, closest to Ling Xiao, was paralysed by the terrifying destructive force, unable to move.
He saw a hand, yet it felt like the entire sky was crashing down.
“Damn it!” Junior Brother Zhang was horrified, unable to comprehend how a Moonlight Sect outer disciple could be this powerful.
A single palm carried such overwhelming destructive force, as if it would tear him apart.
“Save me!” He turned his head with difficulty, shouting desperately to She Mei and Senior Brother Hai.
His voice was hoarse, filled with despair.
Though they surely heard him, neither dared to intervene. Ling Xiao’s palm strike defied their understanding.
Was this really an outer disciple?
Junior Brother Zhang’s despair was absolute.
Then, an overwhelming wave of destructive energy enveloped him.
He felt his body explode, and then everything ceased to matter.
Fragments of his clothes floated in the air, accompanied by a thick, burnt stench.
Drip, drip!
Sweat poured from She Mei and Senior Brother Hai’s foreheads, hitting the ground.
Thump, thump!
Their hearts raced, trembling violently as they watched a living person vanish.
Not just dead—reduced to dust, leaving only scraps of clothing.
She Mei and Senior Brother Hai couldn’t believe that someone they thought their pet beast could kill had slain their junior brother.
It came at a heavy, bloody cost!
“You killed him! You killed Junior Brother Zhang! Are you insane? He was a Beast King Palace disciple, and you dared kill him?” Senior Brother Hai muttered, terrified.
In his mind, Moonlight Sect disciples were like sheep, never daring to kill even when insulted outside, at most reporting back to their sect.
Yet today, a Moonlight Sect outer disciple had killed his junior brother, an inner disciple of Beast King Palace!
These people were truly shameless and laughable.
When they planned to kill Ling Xiao, they never considered the rule against killing among the twelve sects.
Now that their own was dead, they suddenly remembered it shouldn’t be done.
“I know he was a Beast King Palace disciple, an inner one at that. And I killed him!” Ling Xiao said with a hint of mockery and amusement. “Not just him, but you two as well. Neither of you is leaving!”
As he spoke, he lightly lifted his foot.
That single step made Senior Brother Hai and She Mei’s hearts skip a beat, both retreating two steps.
“Didn’t you just want to kill me? Why back away? Wrong direction?” Ling Xiao taunted.
“You’re no Moonlight Sect outer disciple. Who are you? A demon from the True Demon Empire?” Senior Brother Hai roared, as if shouting could bolster his courage.
“Pathetic. Can’t win, so you sling mud? Is this what Beast King Palace disciples do?” Ling Xiao shook his head, continuing forward as the two kept retreating.
“Thud!” Senior Brother Hai, in his hasty retreat, tripped over a stone.
A Mortal Realm warrior, tripped by a stone? No one would believe it.
Yet it was true—a Beast King Palace disciple at the late Mortal Realm Third Layer was scared into falling flat by a Moonlight Sect outer disciple.
