Ling Xiao stood there, his wounds healing rapidly.
His terrifying recovery ability was truly astonishing.
His eyes, however, gleamed with a chilling killing intent, fixed on the four latecomers, his thoughts unreadable.
Despite his serious injuries and heavy energy consumption, killing Zhan Liu in a single strike filled Ling Xiao with elation.
He had essentially tested his maximum combat strength without entering Primordial Golden Dragon form.
Against ordinary late Mortal Realm Seventh Layer martial artists, he could win decisively.
Of course, that assumed the opponent lacked superior treasures, techniques, or martial souls—otherwise, battles could take unexpected turns.
“Kill him!”
Qin Wu and Wu Yang snapped out of their shock. Though intimidated by Ling Xiao’s terrifying combat power, they saw he was heavily injured. If they didn’t seize this chance to kill him, they might never get another.
“Why aren’t you moving? This kid’s young, yet his cultivation grows so fast, and his combat skills are so formidable. Let him live, and he’ll become your nightmare!” Wang She said coldly. “If you don’t act, I’ll kill him myself—but you won’t get a single thing from him.”
Ling Xiao’s fearsomeness had instilled deep wariness in Wang She.
He now understood why She Mei had died at Ling Xiao’s hands. Even he, a Mortal Realm Eighth Layer martial artist, felt a profound fear facing this kid, let alone others.
Fortunately, Ling Xiao’s cultivation was still low, and he was gravely wounded—now was the perfect time to kill him!
“Let’s attack together. We can’t let him escape! He’s on his last legs! If we kill him, we don’t care about the treasures!” Wu Yang and Qin Wu said, glancing at Wang She.
Even facing a heavily injured Ling Xiao, they were terrified.
Zhan Liu’s death was too gruesome—truly torn to pieces.
All they wanted now was Ling Xiao’s death, as quickly as possible. They didn’t even care about his treasures anymore.
“Good!”
Wang She flashed a smug smile.
He was confident he could kill Ling Xiao alone but had held back, waiting for the Moonlight Sect fools to commit.
Now, he had his chance.
As his words fell, Wang She shot forward like a venomous snake striking its prey, his instantaneous speed utterly terrifying.
“Heh, I was waiting for you to make a move!”
Ling Xiao’s laughter rang out, and Wang She’s face changed drastically.
“Linglong, be careful!”
In an instant, he realized the meaning behind Ling Xiao’s words, but it was too late.
“Ah—!”
A piercing scream echoed through the skies. The peerlessly elegant Linglong Fairy died without even knowing how.
In the air, the young man hovered, two massive dragon wings spread behind him.
Linglong Fairy’s corpse dangled in his grasp.
The sight left everyone stunned.
How could a human have wings?
Even martial artists with flight-based martial souls couldn’t achieve this at the Mortal Realm.
“Want her? Here, take her back!”
As Wang She lunged again, Ling Xiao tossed Linglong Fairy’s corpse toward him.
He’d already absorbed her sub-dragon martial soul, so the body was useless. He had no habit of desecrating corpses.
“Farewell, everyone. I’ll never forget today’s ambush. When we meet again, I’ll make sure you all taste true vengeance!”
As his voice echoed, Ling Xiao vanished into the layers of mist, his flight speed astonishingly fast.
His destination was the Thousand Ghost Forest.
That was his ultimate goal for leaving the Moonlight Sect this time!
“Kid, find a place to heal quickly. Those injuries won’t fully recover just with Heavenly Dragon Golden Body’s self-repair,” Yuan Zun’s voice came from the beast ring.
“No rush. I’ll deal with it after reaching the Thousand Ghost Forest. Master, you underestimate Heavenly Dragon Golden Body. Unless I’m killed in one blow, I won’t die. Its recovery ability far exceeds your imagination!” Ling Xiao replied, flapping his wings to speed toward his destination.
Though his flight could only last ten minutes normally, his injuries might cut it to five.
But five minutes later, he’d be hundreds of li away—Wang She and the others couldn’t possibly catch up.
During flight, his body continued to self-repair.
Ling Xiao used no drugs to aid his recovery.
If his body grew reliant on drugs, its natural healing would weaken significantly.
He needed to push his body’s potential, letting it adapt to this state!
The place where Ling Xiao was injured was about five hundred li from the Thousand Ghost Forest.
After flying for a while, he landed in a secluded spot, planning to fully recover before exploring the Thousand Ghost Forest.
This location was relatively safe—Wang She and the others wouldn’t dare pursue.
Without Master Yuan Zun’s guidance, Ling Xiao wouldn’t have dared venture here either, as entering meant a slim chance of leaving.
Countless Mortal Realm martial artists died here each year after straying in.
It was a cave. Ling Xiao cautiously set up an array at the entrance before taking out his ice bed to cultivate.
After the battle, his true essence was nearly depleted, and the flight had left his nine martial veins nearly empty.
The moment he sat on the ice bed, the lingering effects of the century-old Nine Dragon Quenching Essence Pill were fully activated. Surrounding spiritual energy surged toward him, flooding into his body.
Most martial artists could convert only one ten-thousandth of spiritual energy into true essence.
Genius martial artists managed one-thousandth.
Only rare prodigies could convert one-hundredth.
But Ling Xiao achieved a perfect one-hundred-percent conversion. Unfortunately, his martial veins’ capacity and strength were limited, or his advancement would be even faster with unrestricted energy absorption.
The Thousand Ghost Forest’s spiritual energy was over ten times denser than his previous location.
No wonder his master had urged him to come here—this energy alone was enough to drive anyone wild.
On his first visit, Ling Xiao absorbed it voraciously until his martial veins reached their limit, forcing him to stop.
By then, his true essence was fully restored, and his cultivation had advanced from early Mortal Realm Fifth Layer Divine Strength to mid-stage.
Advancement was indeed getting harder.
In the past, absorbing this much energy would’ve pushed him up a full major realm.
It seemed that moving forward, he’d need to seek out more heavenly treasures, or raising his cultivation would become troublesome.
