The exact ranking of these three core disciples is unknown, but encountering a core disciple of the Sword King Sect here is quite interesting.
The speaker was one of the core disciples. At this moment, his lips curled into a proud and disdainful smile, looking down at Ling Xiao and the others with an air of superiority.
“You must be the core disciples of the Moonlight Sect, right? No wonder the Moonlight Sect is so weak. It turns out you’re all a bunch of cowards who don’t even dare to kill!”
Seeing Ling Xiao and the others glance over, he added another remark.
“Don’t dare to kill?”
Ling Xiao suddenly let out a cold smile. His figure moved abruptly, and in an instant, he was in front of the Sword King Sect disciple. A sharp air sword had already pierced into the disciple’s body.
“Try saying that again!”
He had no intention of killing the man for now, only wanting to dampen his arrogance.
“Guh!”
The Sword King Sect core disciple, who moments ago had been lofty and insufferable, now collapsed like a pile of mud. The foul stench of excrement and urine wafted into the air.
If you can act, don’t talk!
That was Ling Xiao’s approach.
What use was idle talk? Making the opponent so scared they wet themselves was far more entertaining.
“Release him at once!”
The other Sword King Sect disciples were startled.
Both Ling Xiao’s audacity and his strength left them stunned.
“Releasing him is simple. Kneel, kowtow, and apologise, or I’ll kill someone today to show you.”
Ling Xiao unleashed his killing intent, and the icy aura made everyone around feel a terrifying chill.
“You dare kill him? Our Sword King Sect won’t let you off!”
“You can try.”
Ling Xiao’s air sword pressed deeper, now only an inch from the heart. One more push, and the man would surely die.
“I’ll kowtow! I’ll kowtow!”
A dignified core disciple, having reached this stage with difficulty, would rather lose face than die.
After all, if a person dies, they truly have nothing left!
“Good. You’re sensible!”
Ling Xiao withdrew the air sword, though his killing intent still enveloped the man.
The Sword King Sect core disciple gritted his teeth and, as promised, respectfully kowtowed and apologised.
“I was wrong. I spoke out of turn!”
“Admitting your mistake is good. Hmph!”
Ling Xiao gave a cold snort and instantly returned to his original position.
“What a terrifying guy. That’s our Sword King Sect’s eighth-ranked core disciple, and he actually knelt and apologised?”
Liu Cang, watching the spectacle from behind, nearly choked on his own saliva. The scene was too shocking.
Of the three core disciples, one was ranked eighth, another ninth, and the third, Wu Zonglian, was ranked third and also one of the contenders for tomorrow’s Four Sects Tournament.
The third-ranked Wu Zonglian, however, showed no intention of intervening. It was unclear whether he was intimidated by Ling Xiao or simply too proud to act.
Just as Liu Cang was puzzled, cheers suddenly erupted from the stands.
On the beast-fighting arena, a new challenger appeared.
It was a condemned prisoner!
“Look, it’s the Immortal Prisoner King!”
The Immortal Prisoner King?
Ling Xiao looked at the man with curiosity.
Very strong!
And filled with a frenzied killing intent!
“The Immortal Prisoner King has won three hundred consecutive matches. He could have earned his freedom, but he chose to stay because he loves it here, loves this slaughter!”
The beast-fighting arena’s host spoke loudly with a voice infused with true essence: “The real name of the Immortal Prisoner King may have long been forgotten, but surely everyone has heard of the Ashen City massacre. That single-handed slaughter was his doing! Just because he ate a meal that tasted bad that day, he massacred over a million people, reducing Ashen City to ruins. It remains a wasteland to this day!”
For a warrior at the half-step Heavenly Venerable level, destroying a mundane city is easy, yet few would actually do it.
But the Immortal Prisoner King was different. He cared nothing for killing. To him, a million people were no different from a million ants.
He loved hearing others’ screams, believing them to be the most beautiful music in the world.
The crowd erupted in thunderous cheers.
Of course, there were also curses.
The cheers were for the Immortal Prisoner King’s terrifying record.
Three hundred consecutive victories meant three hundred warriors had died at his hands.
The curses, however, were for those who despised his actions.
After all, a million lives had been taken by this madman. Anyone with a shred of humanity would not like this man.
But no amount of cursing could kill this lunatic.
These people only dared to hide and curse, too afraid to act, too afraid to challenge the Immortal Prisoner King.
Ling Xiao gave a cold smile, slowly standing up and saying coldly, “I’ll challenge the Immortal Prisoner King. I’ll pay ten thousand low-grade spirit stones!”
By paying ten thousand, a victory would earn a million low-grade spirit stones or ten thousand mid-grade spirit stones.
His voice was loud, brimming with an icy killing intent.
Killing the Immortal Prisoner King would not only yield spirit stone rewards but also hone his combat skills and eliminate this monster. To him, it was a win-win-win situation.
He had to do it!
Almost everyone’s gazes turned to Ling Xiao.
They were shocked to see that the speaker was a boy of about fourteen or fifteen, his face still bearing traces of youth.
This was still a child, and he wanted to fight the Immortal Prisoner King?
The Immortal Prisoner King’s three hundred consecutive victories were no joke.
Almost all three hundred warriors he killed were half-step Heavenly Venerables!
No warrior below that level had ever dared challenge the Immortal Prisoner King, as it was utterly reckless, tantamount to suicide!
Yet even so, three hundred had died, showing just how terrifying the Immortal Prisoner King was.
One or two could be luck, but three hundred? That was absolute strength!
The Sword King Sect’s Wu Zonglian and other disciples smirked coldly.
They had been wondering how to deal with this Ling Xiao, but it seemed the boy was seeking his own death. They could stay and watch the show.
“What a pity. I didn’t act earlier because I wanted to defeat him at the Four Sects Tournament. It seems I won’t get that chance now.”
Wu Zonglian felt a twinge of disappointment. In his view, a warrior at the early ninth stage of the Mortal Realm challenging a half-step Heavenly Venerable with one-tenth power was certain death.
Especially since the Immortal Prisoner King was the strongest among warriors of this realm!
“I heard the Moonlight Sect is poor, and even their core disciples can’t afford mid-grade spirit stones, relying on low-grade ones for cultivation. No wonder their disciples’ lives are so cheap, risking their lives for spirit stones.”
“Haha, their worthless lives aren’t even worth as much as a condemned prisoner. They deserve to die!”
The Sword King Sect disciples spoke quietly, but their words didn’t escape Ling Xiao’s ears.
Ling Xiao turned his head with a half-smile, glancing at them, causing them to immediately shut their mouths.
