“It seems Jian Wuji has brought glory to our three eastern sects, making it into the top six. Truly remarkable.”
Ling Xiao said with a half-smile.
“Don’t be so smug! You haven’t been to the Martial Arts Festival, so you think it’s no big deal. Once you’re there, you’ll understand you’re nothing!”
Jian Wuji said coldly.
“Is that so? The more you say that, the more intrigued I am.”
The Holy Son, Mo Wushang, Bai Qianjiao, Liu Taiyin, Hong Sanmei, Jian Wuji!
This was the ranking of the Holy Dynasty’s Six Young Masters!
They were the six strongest young talents under twenty in the Holy Dynasty.
Ling Xiao had witnessed Jian Wuji’s strength, undeniably formidable.
So how powerful would the other five, stronger than Jian Wuji, be?
He felt a slight thrill of excitement.
“A frog in a well, too arrogant for his own good!”
Chen Nanxing looked at Ling Xiao with disdain and said, “Your junior brother Leng Hao has poor cultivation and unrefined skills!
Your senior sister Dai Yuling relies too heavily on her Primordial Gourd Vine martial soul, yet fails to fully harness its power. Utterly insignificant!
And then there’s you!”
At this, the mockery on Chen Nanxing’s face grew even more pronounced.
“All you rely on are two things. One is your soul secret technique. Let me be blunt, against an expert like Mo Wushang, you’re merely showing off before a master, and you’ll only end up hurting yourself!
The other is your Primordial Black Dragon martial soul. Hmph, if it were a Primordial Hell Dragon martial soul, you might have some pride. But just a Primordial Black Dragon martial soul? It doesn’t even qualify to compete with those geniuses.
Moreover, you’re arrogant and overconfident, overestimating your abilities. I can already picture your miserable fate at the Martial Arts Festival!”
“Hahaha!”
Hearing Chen Nanxing’s relentless criticism, Ling Xiao couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
This was a sect leader? No wonder the Sword King Sect had declined so rapidly.
No wonder they tolerated a place like the Beast Fighting Arena.
His assessment of Ling Xiao was utterly wrong, not a single point accurate. Achieving that was no small feat.
His critiques of other disciples, though harsh, had some truth. But for Ling Xiao, Chen Nanxing was simply spouting nonsense.
Saying his soul secret technique was lacking?
Ling Xiao didn’t even bother to argue. By merely using a fraction of the *Soul Control Secret Technique* combined with his killing intent, he had easily defeated Chen Meng, demonstrating the technique’s fearsome power.
Not to mention, he possessed an even more powerful and terrifying soul technique, the *Soul Dice*.
Once unleashed, even Celestial Realm martial artists would tread carefully, let alone someone like Mo Wushang.
Ling Xiao hadn’t met Mo Wushang, but he wasn’t intimidated.
His soul power rivalled that of a Three Talents Celestial expert. Could Mo Wushang’s soul power possibly surpass his?
As for his martial soul.
Heh, what a coincidence. He did indeed possess the Hell Dragon Soul of the Primordial Hell Dragon, infused with the destructive will of the Primordial God of Destruction.
Chen Nanxing was so easily deceived. His judgment was clearly lacking.
Calling him arrogant?
Saying he overestimated himself?
Ling Xiao had never done anything beyond his capabilities.
Was challenging Jian Wuji considered arrogant?
How laughable. Without using the Book of Seals, Ling Xiao could defeat Jian Wuji, perhaps narrowly, but certainly decisively.
With the Book of Seals, Jian Wuji was nothing!
“Why are you laughing?”
Chen Nanxing asked bitterly.
“Nothing, I just find Sect Leader Chen’s evaluation amusing. You won’t even let me face Jian Wuji, so on what basis do you judge me as overreaching?”
Ling Xiao countered.
“Hmph, that’s the biggest proof of your arrogance. A mere ninth-level Invincible Realm martial artist daring to challenge a half-step Celestial with eighty percent power? If that’s not overreaching, what is?”
Chen Nanxing sneered.
“Heh, if you want to think that way, so be it.”
Ling Xiao smiled, choosing not to argue further.
There was no point in debating. Better to humiliate Jian Wuji at the Martial Arts Festival and show him what true arrogance and ignorance looked like.
“Your confidence comes from your soul secret technique, doesn’t it? But you don’t know that Mo Wushang, ranked second among the Six Young Masters, possesses true demonic eyes!”
Jian Wuji said coldly.
“Oh? Is he not human?”
Ling Xiao asked.
Jian Wuji shook his head and said, “No, Mo Wushang is human. But as a child, he stumbled into a demonic lair and, by luck, inherited the Primordial Demonic Eye. His demonic eyes have multiple abilities: they can see through an opponent’s moves, exert terrifying mental pressure, and even conjure a fearsome soul-burning fire.
They’re incredibly eerie. Even the Holy Son must be cautious when facing him. The only reason he wins is his powerful recovery ability, healing from any injury no matter how severe.”
When speaking of the Holy Son, Jian Wuji’s expression was one of reverence and admiration.
But when mentioning Mo Wushang, his face showed only fear and wariness.
It seemed Jian Wuji had suffered a significant blow at Mo Wushang’s hands.
“That’s terrifying. With such abilities, how could anyone defend against him? One glance in battle and you’re done for?”
“The Primordial Demonic Eye inheritance is truly fearsome!”
“If someone can defeat the terrifying Mo Wushang, doesn’t that make the Holy Son even more formidable?”
“None of the Six Young Masters are pushovers.”
The crowd, disciples and elders alike, buzzed with discussion.
Most of the elders were only at the First Heaven Celestial Realm.
The Six Young Masters of the Holy Dynasty were the closest young talents to them, likely to catch up or surpass them in no time.
Naturally, they paid close attention.
“As I said, to face the demonic eyes, you need at least half-step Celestial strength. Otherwise, a single glance from those eyes, and you won’t stand a chance!”
Jian Wuji turned to Ling Xiao and said, “Hearing this, do you still have the confidence to challenge Mo Wushang?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
Ling Xiao smiled faintly.
His *Soul Control Secret Technique* might not match Mo Wushang’s demonic eyes, but the *Soul Dice* was undoubtedly a more terrifying martial art.
“You’re truly delusional!”
Jian Wuji sneered, “Fine, since you won’t be convinced, let’s settle it at the Martial Arts Festival. You’ll see what the Six Young Masters of the Holy Dynasty are truly capable of!”
“The Three Sects Tournament is over. Those who wish to stay may linger at the Sword King Sect. Those who wish to leave, we won’t see you off.”
Chen Nanxing, eager to arrange an ambush on the Moonlight Sect martial artists, had no patience to properly host the two sects. His tone was rather firm.
With that, he turned and left.
