Tyrant Sky Martial Soul

Chapter 158: 158

”No——!”

Meng screamed in agony as his body, together with the Giant Sword, was sent flying, coming apart completely in mid-air, shattering into pieces.

Cuts opened all over Meng’s body, and he spewed blood incessantly from his mouth.

”Martial Soul! And not just one Martial Soul!”

At this moment, Meng was filled with regret. If he had his Giant Sword Heroic Spirit, he would not have suffered such a loss this time.

But he foolishly sent his Heroic Spirits to deal with another person, resulting in the tragedy he now faced.

He had underestimated his enemy too much!

Truly, he had underestimated him far too much!

But how could this boy be so strong? How could he have three Broken Martial Souls?

No, that’s not right!

Among them, there must be at least one Complete Soul, a complete Martial Soul!

Otherwise, it was impossible for the strength to be this overpowering!

However, in a contest between experts, one mistake leads to a cascade of errors, and it was too late for Meng to realize his folly.

Behind him, Ling Yixue’s palms struck Meng’s back, the frosty breath spreading throughout Meng’s body, exacerbating his already severe injuries and causing him to crash heavily to the ground.

His Giant Sword Heroic Spirit, after all, was just a Broken Heroic Spirit, only capable of delaying the fight, and how could it permanently detain Ling Yixue.

Ling Yixue hadn’t joined Ling Xiao in the attack, waiting for this very opportunity.

She was also a Martial Master, and now that Meng no longer had his Heroic Spirit’s support, there was no possibility of survival against her palm strike; he died instantly on the spot.

Meanwhile, the fight between Yin Ran and Leng Mei had also come to an end.

Both of them looked at Ling Xiao with eyes filled with shock and awe.

Although they hadn’t witnessed the moment Ling Xiao unleashed three Martial Souls, they had seen clearly how Ling Xiao had overcome the Seventh Level Initial Stage Martial Master’s technique with a single sword strike, grievously injuring his opponent.

It was terrifying.

He was even able to injure a Martial Master.

Although it was only a low-level Martial Master.

It still seemed unbelievable.

”Luck!”

Ling Xiao exhaled in relief.

He had to admit that being able to resolve these foes so easily was indeed due to good luck.

If the Martial Master named Meng hadn’t separated his Heroic Spirit from his body, killing him would have been difficult.

Chances are, after such a battle, Ling Xiao wouldn’t have emerged unscathed as he was now.

”I’ll give you ten breaths of rest time, then we continue!”

After speaking, Ling Xiao crossed his legs to sit down, threw twenty Gang Qi Pills into his mouth, and began to recover.

Though he hadn’t been injured, using three Martial Souls at once had severely drained him; he needed to consume more in order to recover adequately.

Yin Ran had wanted to ask something, but seeing the other two resting as well, he refrained from speaking and also sat down cross-legged to recover.

The ten breaths of time instantly passed by.

Ling Xiao stood up and said, ”There are fifteen martial artists left over there, I’ll take care of the Martial Master. The rest of the martial artists are yours to deal with.”

”Leave it to you?” Ling Yixue frowned slightly, though she trusted Ling Xiao, she was still concerned.

”Senior sister, don’t worry, I won’t force it!”

Ling Xiao glanced at the corpses of the Green-eyed Clan lying there and smiled faintly.

”Could it be you!”

Ling Yixue thought of what happened when the Ling Family was besieged and guessed what Ling Xiao was planning.

”That’s right, that’s exactly what I’m thinking.”

Then, he repeated his plan to the rest, and both Yin Ran and Leng Mei found it to be astonishing and inconceivable.

But since Ling Xiao had proposed this strategy, it must not be a shot in the dark, and they decided to wait and see.

After all, this person always had a way of surprising everyone, doing things that were unexpected.

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The sky grew darker by the minute.

The slaves in the Fantasy Pill Factory, under the threat of death, toiled desperately, unable to see any hope for the days to come.

Their eyes were filled with numbness.

Outside the factory, a man with golden hair looked grimly into the distance.

”Strange, Brother Meng has been out for so long, why hasn’t he come back? Could it be that even he has run into trouble?”

The man with golden hair and green eyes was in fact the overseer of this Fantasy Pill Factory.

But he was not the behind-the-scenes boss.

After all, what kind of boss would live in such a terrible environment?

”Boss, I’m back!”

Just as the golden-haired man was about to lead people to check the situation himself, a voice rang out.

”Brother Meng! Hm? Who is that person in your hand?”

The man with golden hair saw that Meng was holding someone; that person was covered in cuts and bruises, their hair a messy tangle and stained with blood, looking severely injured.

”Don’t even mention it, boss. The few brothers I took with me were all wiped out by this kid.”

Meng said with considerable annoyance.

”What!”

The golden-haired man stared intently at the youth, who didn’t look over fifteen but had the face of someone much matured, clearly a formidable opponent.

”Don’t be fooled by his young age; this kid is at the Martial Vein Sixth Peak, boss, be careful, don’t get too close.”

”What, he can still escape from the palm of your hand?”

”Boss, you can’t underestimate this kid. Look at these wounds on me; they’re all his doing. Although he’s only at the Martial Vein Sixth Peak, he’s too fast. If I weren’t much stronger than him, I might not have made it back alive to see you.”

The more Meng said this, the more the golden-haired man trusted his words and unhesitatingly moved closer to inspect his injuries.

At this moment, Ling Xiao, who had been slouching, suddenly moved.

The Ice Glass Sword pierced effortlessly into the golden-haired man’s chest; as the Snow Lotus Qi Technique operated, the golden-haired man’s body was instantly frozen.

At the same time, Yin Ran, Leng Mei, and Ling Yixue launched their attacks.

”Meng, you dare betray me!”

The golden-haired man still hadn’t grasped what happened as he frantically ignited his True Essence, shattering the ice encasing him.

However, Ling Xiao did not give him a chance.

”Shadow King Kill!”

”Pfft!”

Another sword thrust hit the golden-haired man.

Although he dodged the critical point, being stabbed twice consecutively, with the first sword hitting the heart directly, was too much to handle even for a Martial Master.

Now close to death, the golden-haired man thought not of fighting but of escape.

He didn’t want to die. Only by finding an exceptionally skilled Alchemist or physician could his life be saved. As a Martial Master, he could only rely on his True Essence to temporarily cling to life.

But Ling Xiao relentlessly pursued, giving him no chance to flee!

”You’re asking for death, kid!”

Cornered, the golden-haired man turned around and threw a punch at Ling Xiao.

However, Meng’s corpse suddenly lay across his path, blocking this punch.

Ghost Ship Explosion!

Seizing the opportunity, Ling Xiao performed Ghost Ship Explosion, hitting the golden-haired man squarely.

After a loud noise, the golden-haired man was riddled with injuries.

But this desperado truly lived up to his name; he was still not dead despite the severe damage.

Barbarian Bull Roar!

Sword Control Technique—Double Swords Flying Together!

Seeing that the man was about to escape, Ling Xiao used his finishing move, Barbarian Bull Roar, to double his attack strength.

He simultaneously unleashed his most powerful Sword Control Technique!

While the Sword-Controlling Technique Black Iron Scroll wasn’t of a high grade, its attacking power was much stronger than typical martial skills, especially at such close range, not weaker than the attack of a Martial Vein Seventh Initial Stage Martial Master.

The First Sword stabbed into the golden-haired man’s back, and the blood he had stopped with his True Essence started flowing once again.

The Second Sword pierced through the golden-haired man’s neck.

The tenacious desperado finally fell to the ground, struggled a few times, and completely stopped breathing.