Ling Yihang opened his eyes and saw Ling Xiao sitting in front of him. His eyes revealed pain, self-blame, and guilt.
Ling Xiao had asked him and Ling Wuhen to participate in the Four Sects Martial Assembly, but he was turned into a puppet and nearly lost his life here.
None of the other Divine Sword Sect members who came along survived.
He was utterly useless!
How could he face Ling Xiao, the Supreme Leader of the Divine Sword Sect?
The disciples from the Divine Sword Sect who followed him and Ling Wuhen were as young as twelve and no older than eighteen. They had come merely to see the world.
But the moment they arrived at the Sword King Sect, tragedy struck.
Despite their desperate resistance, the enemies were too many and too strong. He and Ling Wuhen were powerless.
They could only watch as the young disciples were killed one by one before their eyes.
In that moment, he wished he could die!
He wanted to take the Sword King Sect down with him!
But even this small wish was unattainable because he was too weak, far too weak. In front of the Sword King Sect’s experts, he could only grieve in despair.
He could do nothing.
He and Ling Wuhen survived, but they were forced to wear the masks of slaves and thrown into the beast-fighting arena for bloody battles.
He thought he would never see anyone from the Divine Sword Sect again, that he would live out his days in such disgrace.
But Ling Xiao appeared!
Amid his pained expression, a trace of softness appeared, and then he broke into uncontrollable sobs.
To make a strong man cry so bitterly showed how much sorrow and unwillingness filled his heart!
“Ah!”
His anguished cries echoed through the entire cage. Outside, Dai Yuling, Lan Yuer, and Leng Hao felt waves of sorrow.
The two girls couldn’t help but cry as well.
Who could remain unmoved by such a scene?
Even Ling Xiao couldn’t hold back his tears.
But he knew he couldn’t cry!
He had no right to cry!
From the day he became the Supreme Leader of the Divine Sword Sect, his fate was tied to the sect.
He wanted revenge!
Even if he couldn’t destroy the Sword King Sect now, he would make them pay a heavy price!
“Good brother, you’ve suffered!”
Ling Xiao gently pulled Ling Yihang’s head into his embrace and patted his shoulder twice.
“Your vengeance, I’ll take it for you! Whoever harms the Divine Sword Sect, I’ll destroy them!”
He released Ling Yihang and stood up. A towering killing intent pierced through the cage.
Boom!
Like an eagle, he soared out, standing in the air above the beast-fighting arena, overlooking the entire place. The blood-red in his eyes seemed to drip with blood.
“Sword King Sect, come out and face your death!”
There was nothing to hold back. Ling Xiao only wanted revenge. Seeing his good brother in such a state and hearing that the Divine Sword Sect’s disciples were slaughtered by the Sword King Sect, his heart bled.
Perhaps he didn’t have the strength to wipe out the entire Sword King Sect, but he was confident he could make them restless forever!
And it would start today!
At this moment!
Ling Wuhen, Ling Yihang, and the others followed him out.
Seeing this, Wu Zonglian seemed to understand something, his brows furrowing tightly.
“Hahaha, has this dog from the Yuehua Sect gone mad, daring to challenge the Sword King Sect head-on?”
There were many Sword King Sect members present.
Besides those seated at the front, many others were staff responsible for running the beast-fighting arena.
Their strengths varied, but their arrogance seemed carved from the same mould.
One of them spoke.
“He’s not mad. It seems he’s connected to those two slaves. No wonder the Yuehua Sect is always the last among the twelve sects, always mingling with these useless slave wastes. How good can they be?”
“Hahaha!”
Laughter filled the entire beast-fighting arena.
It even drowned out the ongoing battle.
Although the Great Fortress Lord of Demon Fortress City was stronger than the three half-step Heavenly Venerables with fifty percent power, ending the fight quickly was unlikely.
But Ling Xiao didn’t expect him to end it fast. Holding those three off was enough.
“It’d be best if all the Yuehua Sect’s disciples were thrown into this beast-fighting arena as slaves, hahaha.”
An old man and a young man entered from outside the arena.
The old man was very strong, and the young one wasn’t weak either.
They had come after hearing the news, not expecting to witness such a spectacle. The young man’s voice was particularly piercing amid the laughter.
“Chen Tian! Brother Ling, that’s the guy! He’s the one who killed the Divine Sword Sect’s disciples and gravely injured me and Second Master Ling, throwing us here!”
Seeing the young man, Ling Yihang suddenly shouted.
Ling Xiao’s gaze turned to the smug young man. At the ninth level of the Transcendent Realm, he was the strongest below a half-step Heavenly Venerate.
He likely held a significant place among the Sword King Sect’s core disciples, perhaps second only to Wu Zonglian.
But no matter who he was, today he would die!
Ling Xiao’s eyes radiated a chilling killing intent, like two sharp swords piercing through Chen Tian’s body.
“Who told you to do this?”
His voice carried no emotion, like a question from the depths of hell.
“Fool! Does this young master need anyone’s orders? I was just in a bad mood that day and happened to run into them. Just passing the time!”
Chen Tian felt the threat of death, a terrifying chill nearly forcing him to his knees.
But he was, after all, the fourth-ranked among the Sword King Sect’s top ten core disciples and a participant in the Four Sects Martial Assembly.
He wasn’t as useless as Wu Zui.
His roar was both an answer and a way to bolster his courage.
He was furious, furious that he, a core disciple, was intimidated by the gaze of a disciple from a low-ranking sect. It was an utter disgrace!
“Good! I’m in a bad mood too, so I’ll take it out on you!”
Suddenly, Ling Xiao’s figure turned into a streak of light, shooting toward Chen Tian.
The old man beside Chen Tian tried to intercept, but he was too late.
Bang!
The streak of light struck Chen Tian, sending his body flying like a kite with a broken string.
A trail of blood traced a gruesome arc.
“This kick is for Ling Wuhen. He’s my benefactor and my guide. You shouldn’t have harmed him!”
Before Chen Tian could speak, another kick came.
Bang!
His body, about to hit the ground, was kicked upward again, soaring into the air.
Blood sprayed again, mixed with fragments of his organs.
The old man desperately tried to track Ling Xiao’s movements to save Chen Tian.
But it was futile. Against Ling Xiao’s Cloud Dragon Divine Movement, the old man’s techniques were like child’s play, utterly meaningless.
He didn’t even have a chance to save Chen Tian. The speed at which Chen Tian was sent flying was faster than the old man’s own movement.
