Though still puzzled, Wang She felt Ling Xiao wasn’t the reckless type.
Unable to figure it out, he decided to capture the kid first.
As an eighth-rank Mortal Realm martial artist with over a thousand fighters under his command, all inherited from Fairy Linglong, he was confident.
Though these fighters were mostly third or fourth-rank Mortal Realm, their combined strength was formidable.
Since this kid was seeking death, Wang She would grant his wish!
When the group arrived at the brothel, it was already in ruins.
Scattered across the ground were a dozen corpses, all brothel guards who’d harmed countless women.
As for the women, Ling Xiao had freed them all, and they were now hiding elsewhere.
If he could eliminate Wang She and destroy Fairy Linglong’s palace, those women would have nothing to fear.
Atop the ruins, Ling Xiao stood with sword in hand, exuding a heroic aura.
A breeze swept through, his long black hair swaying, his black robe making him seem like a legendary demon god.
Mysterious and fearsome.
“Brother Wang, you’re awfully slow. I’ve been waiting ages,” Ling Xiao said with a grin, spotting Wang She.
“Ling Xiao! I didn’t expect you’d dare storm Sha Family Fort alone. But since you’re here, you’ll never leave alive!” Wang She’s face twisted with a ferocious expression, his eyes gleaming with killing intent. Behind him, a giant python’s shadow loomed.
The python, dozens of meters long and thick as a barrel, materialized.
“A giant python martial soul?” Ling Xiao said with a smile, “No wonder you hate me so much. You and that She Mei must have some special connection, right?”
“Correct. She was my first woman and my junior sister!” Wang She growled.
“I see. By the way, where are Yuehua Sect’s Wu Yang and Qin Wu?” Ling Xiao asked.
“They’ve returned to Yuehua Sect to prepare for some tower-climbing ceremony,” Wang She replied, “Enough questions. Come down and die!”
“Die, huh?” Ling Xiao floated down lightly, a smile on his face, “Sorry, Brother Wang, I’m not here to die. I’m here to kill you!”
“Hahaha, bold words, kid! Let’s see if you’ve got what it takes!” Wang She sneered, “The moment you entered Sha Family Fort, you lost your last chance to escape. Kill him!”
Suddenly, countless martial artists appeared from nowhere.
They surrounded Ling Xiao in layers, making escape—or even breathing—impossible.
The outermost layer consisted of archers, their gleaming crossbows aimed at Ling Xiao.
No doubt, the bolts and arrows were coated with deadly poison.
Wang She was set on killing him, so mercy was out of the question—a basic truth.
The middle layer held fifth and sixth-rank Mortal Realm fighters, heavily guarded, ready to ambush Ling Xiao.
The front line was made up of fighters below fourth-rank Mortal Realm.
Plainly put, they were cannon fodder, expendable, meant to wear Ling Xiao down.
Wang She retreated to the middle of the formation. Though confident he could kill Ling Xiao, he’d choose the easiest method over a one-on-one duel.
“Quite the grand welcome. Should I thank you, Brother Wang?” Ling Xiao stood at the centre, sword in hand, calmly eyeing Wang She, unfazed by the sudden shift in the situation.
“Hmph, Ling Xiao, you’re a cunning rat. I won’t fight you alone—this isn’t a sparring match! I’ll use every means to ensure your death!” Wang She said, his face unblushing, his heart steady, clearly a ruthless figure.
Ling Xiao smiled, “I didn’t expect you to fight me one-on-one. When I set out to kill someone, my methods are even more unscrupulous.”
Wang She’s heart stirred with unease at Ling Xiao’s words.
What did he mean?
Bluffing?
Or did he have some trick up his sleeve?
“Scared?” Ling Xiao chuckled, “Come on, show me your resolve to kill me. Today, it’s winner takes all—either you die, or I do!”
He didn’t find Wang She despicable.
Talking about fairness or honour when killing someone was laughable and naive.
When it was life or death, there was no such thing as despicable. Whoever killed the other was justice!
The weak didn’t even have the right to choose their death.
“Attack!” Wang She roared, “Kill him!”
Though uneasy, he was confident his arrangements were thorough. Even if Ling Xiao had a plot, the cannon fodder below fourth-rank would test it.
That was their purpose.
“Listen up, once we start, I won’t hold back. If you die, don’t blame me in the underworld,” Ling Xiao said coldly, sheathing his Ice Dragon Sword, eyeing the hundreds of approaching low-rank fighters.
This was his final warning.
“If you die, I’ll ensure generous compensation for your families. Beast King Palace will care for them! But if you don’t act, I’ll slaughter them all!” Wang She’s voice dripped with icy menace.
“Kill—!”
At his words, the fighters’ eyes turned blood-red, their reason lost.
Fight or not, death awaited.
They chose the more meaningful death.
Standing there, Wang She sneered, “Ling Xiao, you won’t survive today. You must die!”
Ling Xiao said nothing, calmly watching the approaching fighters, a growing killing intent in his eyes.
Though they were coerced, he wouldn’t show mercy.
If he did, he’d be the one dead.
He wasn’t a Buddha or a saint, sacrificing himself for others.
Behind him, a massive iron cedar shadow appeared.
The terrifying power of his martial soul made the fighters tremble.
“Die!” Ling Xiao exhaled a turbid breath.
The iron cedar shadow quivered, its branches enveloping an area hundreds of meters wide.
Except for the onlookers left outside, Wang She and his men were all trapped within.
Swish, swish, swish!
Countless spikes shot up from the ground!
Ah—! Ah—!
Screams rang out as fighters fell one after another.
“Fire!” Wang She waved his hand, his face grim.
He didn’t care about the cannon fodder’s lives. As long as Ling Xiao died, he’d sacrifice everyone here, so long as he survived.
Swish, swish, swish!
Arrows flew!
These weren’t ordinary soldiers’ arrows but those of Mortal Realm fighters, their power terrifying.
