The reason Leng Hao nearly fell to his knees wasn’t just the power of the sword technique.
The key was the overwhelming aura, which made Leng Hao feel as though the person standing there wasn’t an ordinary Mortal Realm martial artist but a terrifying Heavenly Human Realm, or even Cave Heaven Realm, powerhouse.
The snakes didn’t scream.
Yet the sound of their bodies shattering echoed relentlessly through the air.
The entire passage was awash in blood, with fragments flying everywhere, resembling a purgatory for snakes.
Dozens of golden snakes unleashed a combined venomous assault, their toxic beams surging toward Ling Xiao in an attempt to stop the frenzied slaughterer.
But it was futile. The venomous beams dissipated halfway, like mud sinking into the sea, leaving no trace.
Ling Xiao stood like an unshakable deity!
Or a towering, resolute sword!
No one could sway him!
No one could defeat him!
The sword light continued unabated.
A satisfied expression appeared on Ling Xiao’s face.
This was merely a test attack.
He had never used this move before comprehending it, and today’s trial revealed just how terrifying and powerful it was.
In an instant, the snakes in the passage panicked!
They exuded an aura of fear, scattering in all directions, desperate to escape this madman’s onslaught.
But with Ling Xiao ahead and the giant python king behind, they had nowhere to flee.
They could only watch as their bodies were pierced by the fine sword light, shattering, their consciousness fading into the void.
“Roar~~”
The snake king was enraged!
Someone dared to slaughter its subjects so brazenly. Where was its dignity as the snake king? Where was its authority?
It lunged at Ling Xiao with a roar, its massive body shaking the cave as if an earthquake had struck.
Clang! Clang!
The snake king was formidable.
The Nine-Vein Qi Sword wasn’t weak. By Ling Xiao’s estimation, even a peak Mortal Realm Eighth Layer martial artist’s body couldn’t withstand such an attack unless they had a special treasure or defensive martial art.
Yet it couldn’t inflict the slightest harm on this peak Eighth-Level beast.
Ling Xiao halted the Nine-Vein Qi Sword attack, condensing all nine qi swords into one, thrusting at the giant python.
Clang!
It felt like striking metal—no damage was done to the snake king.
Boom!
But the next moment, the python suddenly froze, its body trembling.
Ling Xiao smiled.
He understood.
The python’s body was incredibly resilient, but soul attacks were its weakness.
The earlier qi sword attack carried two forces: one physical, one soul-based. The first did no harm, but the second clearly affected the snake king.
“Heh, if that’s the case, this will be easy!”
Ling Xiao gave a faint smile.
Though his use of soul power was still exploratory and unsystematic, the power of the *Soul Dice* martial art was undeniable.
He had previously used the “Burning Heaven” move. He wondered what number he’d roll today.
Activating *Soul Dice*, a massive dice phantom appeared above his head.
Moments later, all six faces showed the number “one.”
“Four” represented “Burning Heaven,” which, at its peak, could incinerate everything.
But “one” represented “God’s Tomb”!
Seeing this number, Ling Xiao’s face showed a peculiar expression.
This ability was unique.
It wasn’t a direct attack but more akin to a summoning technique.
As the dice settled, a massive, ancient bronze gate appeared beside Ling Xiao.
Even he didn’t know what lay behind it.
“Creak, creak, creak!”
The bronze gate slowly opened, releasing a terrifying aura.
Thud!
Thud!
Heavy footsteps echoed, as if they could split the ground.
At that moment, the giant python’s attack arrived.
Boom!
A massive explosion rang out.
Ling Xiao looked up.
The passage was over ten meters high, and standing before him was a six-to-seven-meter-tall skeletal giant.
The skeleton, pitch-black and gleaming, wielded no weapon but blocked the python’s attack with its bare hands.
“My heavens! This thing is equivalent to a peak Mortal Realm Eighth Layer martial artist!”
Even Ling Xiao was shocked.
Summoned from the God’s Tomb bronze gate was just a skeleton.
Yet its strength was terrifying.
As the giant skeleton held off the python, Ling Xiao moved. His terrifying soul power shot through the skeleton’s eyes, releasing two phosphorescent beams.
“Roar~~”
A pained roar echoed as the python writhed violently, smashing surrounding rocks to pieces.
It was clearly in agony.
The skeleton’s strength was already on par with the python, and with Ling Xiao’s soul power assisting, it struck the python’s weak point, dealing severe damage.
“Don’t let it escape!”
Ling Xiao commanded the giant skeleton to grip the python tightly, then began slamming it around the passage.
Boom!
Boom!
The python was flung about, dazed and disoriented, its gallbladder nearly displaced, teetering on the edge of unconsciousness.
Dai Yuling and Leng Hao, hiding in the shadows, watched in stunned silence.
They didn’t know where Ling Xiao’s massive skeletal ally came from, assuming he had some treasure.
In truth, it was all thanks to *Soul Dice*.
Unfortunately, Ling Xiao’s use of soul power was still rudimentary, barely scratching the surface.
Otherwise, what emerged from the God’s Tomb wouldn’t be just a peak Mortal Realm Eighth Layer skeleton but possibly a Heavenly Human Realm powerhouse!
Even so, Ling Xiao was satisfied. Gaining power he couldn’t control was dangerous and could backfire.
“Almost done!”
Using his Mountain River Martial Soul’s analysis, Ling Xiao saw the python was on its last breath.
Smashed against the ground and walls over a hundred times for over fifteen minutes, it was nearly finished, even if not dead.
Still cautious, Ling Xiao didn’t approach himself but controlled the giant skeleton to rip open the python’s belly.
This time, he didn’t take the gallbladder but a genuine Eighth-Level peak beast core—a valuable treasure.
More importantly, as snakes were akin to lesser dragons, this core was crucial for reviving the Primordial Golden Dragon.
“Alright, you two can come out now.”
The God’s Tomb bronze gate vanished, along with the skeleton.
Ling Xiao took a deep breath, feeling intense fatigue.
He rarely used *Soul Dice* because it was so draining.
Likely because his soul power techniques weren’t refined enough.
But a short rest would fix that.
