If you don’t show others your strength, they won’t take you seriously, and similar incidents might keep happening one after another.
It would never end.
Only by displaying your power will most people fear you. Even if some are reckless, they’re just a minority.
“Now! Apologise immediately, and I’ll pretend nothing happened!”
Ling Xiao decided to hold back once more, giving Leng Chan one last chance.
“Apologise to your mother’s arse!”
Leng Chan suddenly exploded, leaping into the air. His right leg, filled with Tianyuan energy, descended like a massive sword, aiming at Ling Xiao.
The leg technique was fierce and terrifying, carrying a ferocious gust of wind.
Anyone could see that this kick could kill or severely injure an ordinary martial artist.
Yet Ling Xiao stood there, showing no intent to dodge. As Leng Chan’s right leg neared, his right hand shot out like lightning, firmly grabbing Leng Chan’s foot.
“Huh?”
Leng Chan froze, stunned that his Tianyuan-infused attack was so easily blocked.
“Impossible!”
An even stronger aura erupted. Leng Chan’s body entered a half-demon state, his human hands turning into sharp claws, slashing viciously at Ling Xiao’s neck.
Ruthless and brutal!
The power surpassed his earlier leg attack.
“That human’s done for. He forced Leng Chan into half-demon form, but this strike’s too sudden. He can’t block it!”
Feng Mingbo sneered, speaking loudly to those beside him, as if to flaunt his insight.
“Young Master Bo is wise!”
“Slap!”
Before the flattery could settle, a loud slap echoed.
The crowd saw Leng Chan flung like garbage, flying over ten metres before crashing onto a stone table.
Leng Chan’s body trembled uncontrollably, his face showing shock, anger, and a hint of despair.
The scene silenced the entire crowd.
Leng Chan tried to cripple the human, only to be crippled himself?
“You crippled me?”
Leng Chan screamed hysterically.
“Yes, I crippled you!”
Ling Xiao said calmly, “You called me trash from Tianlong Continent, a lowly human. I didn’t bother with you. People like you, arrogant and conceited, never take others seriously. But you shouldn’t have attacked me!
I wasn’t afraid of you. I just didn’t want to waste time on a rotten pest like you.
But you kept pushing, looking for trouble.
Know what that’s called?
It’s called asking for death!
You wanted to cripple me?
So I crippled you!”
Ling Xiao had even crippled Feng Mingyu. What was a mere Leng Chan?
Leng Chan’s Golden Eagle Clan was just a newly risen noble family, nowhere near Feng Mingyu’s Ice Phoenix Clan.
But Leng Chan, the idiot, thought no one dared touch him, believed his strength let him trample others.
In the end, he got himself crippled.
“You think you represent Shenhuang Continent? You’re just a pitiful pawn pushed out by Feng Mingbo to die! Now get lost. I don’t want to see you again, or I’ll beat you every time I do!”
Ling Xiao glanced at Leng Chan on the ground, gave Ji Mingkong and the others a look, and turned to leave.
Ji Mingkong didn’t move, instead glaring at Dao Wuming. “You traitor, I’ll take your head myself one day!”
With that, she followed Ling Xiao towards the plaza’s exit.
“Stop him!”
Leng Chan was nearly mad. He’d been crippled with one slap, without even understanding how.
More than his lost cultivation, the loss of face stung worse.
As a Golden Eagle Clan young master, he had guards.
But earlier, overconfident, he hadn’t called them, or he might’ve lasted a few more moves.
The guards finally reacted.
They moved to block Ling Xiao’s path.
Even the phoenix-tailed golden eagle took flight, its sharp claws aiming for Ling Xiao’s head.
This eagle’s strength matched a Breakthrough Stage Tianmai martial artist, equal to Leng Chan.
But beasts often had greater latent power, especially this eagle, with claws and beak as sharp as immortal-grade treasures.
Its combat strength troubled even early Tianren Realm martial artists.
“Good job, eagle! Kill that kid!”
“Ignorant beast, not worth pitying!”
Ling Xiao snorted coldly, raising his hand. A brilliant light shot out.
Bang!
The massive eagle lost all life, crashing to the ground like a dead chicken.
“What just happened?”
“No idea, was that a light?”
“What move did that kid use? It was too fast!”
“Not just fast, but ruthless. He killed the phoenix-tailed eagle in one move. Seems he went easy on Leng Chan, or Leng Chan wouldn’t just be crippled, he’d be dead.”
“Exactly. Who is this terrifying kid?”
“He’s Ling Xiao, the Chosen One of Tianlong Continent! The one the True Demon Empire put a huge bounty on!”
At that moment, Dao Wuming shouted.
Perhaps he thought revealing Ling Xiao’s identity would ensure he’d never have peace, given the True Demon Empire’s massive bounty on him.
A million top-grade spirit stones!
At a hundred-to-one exchange rate, that was a billion mid-grade spirit stones, ten billion low-grade spirit stones!
To every martial artist present, it was an astronomical sum, an immense temptation.
Instantly, countless greedy and excited eyes turned to Ling Xiao.
“Anyone who wants to die, go ahead and try. I don’t mind killing you like I did that beast!”
Ling Xiao remained calm, as if nothing had happened, coldly scanning the crowd before continuing towards the plaza’s exit.
The crowd parted, making way for him.
“A bunch of trash! So many of you, scared of one human? You’re shaming Shenhuang Continent!”
Feng Mingbo, seeing this, was livid.
He’d sent Leng Chan to cripple Ling Xiao, but Leng Chan was the one crippled. If this spread, Feng Mingbo’s reputation would be ruined.
He felt his face burning.
Though no one had slapped him, he was so frustrated he wanted to spit blood.
“Everyone else is trash? What about you? If you’re so brave, step up and try beating that kid!”
Some nobles weren’t afraid of Feng Mingbo.
After his unwarranted rant, they naturally fired back.
