Tyrant Sky Martial Soul

Chapter 1297: Chapter 1297: Begging to Let Me Die!

”Whether I can kill you or not, I can’t be sure. After all, you’re quite formidable. Who knows what new abilities you might pull out of nowhere.”

Corpse Granny chuckled, ”But one thing is certain—I can definitely use you to escape from here! Once I make my escape, you, boy, are as good as dead. Perhaps you don’t even know why Blue Wave Island treats me with such courtesy.”

”It’s not just because I’m powerful, but also because someone is backing me!”

”Oh? Which major power? Blackwater Immortal Island? Or the Water Temple?” Ling Xiao asked.

”That’s not something you need to know. What you should understand is that you’ve done something incredibly foolish. And that’s enough.”

After a sinister laugh, Corpse Granny suddenly opened her mouth and inhaled deeply. The souls of the Blue Wave Island disciples that had been slain by Ling Xiao were forcibly drawn out of their corpses, all surging toward Corpse Granny.

Their bodies, still fresh from battle, had yet to release their souls—and now, they had been seized.

As the souls continued rushing into her, Corpse Granny’s body began to grow larger and more muscular.

Most terrifying of all, her aura rapidly intensified.

An indistinct feeling of reaching the Yin-Yang Realm began to emanate from her.

And yet, it wasn’t quite the same as a typical Yin-Yang Realm cultivation.

In the end, after fully absorbing Seng Li’s soul, Corpse Granny’s body expanded to a height of nearly ten meters. Her colossal frame exuded such power that even her mere breaths stirred wild gales through the air.

Her slightest movement sent tremors through the ground.

The already fragile ruined temple could no longer contain her, collapsing utterly into rubble.

”Ahahahahaha! Behold, Ling Xiao, this is my ultimate form. What a pity, though—I can only hold a hundred souls at most right now. Otherwise, I’d be far stronger than this.”

Corpse Granny’s voice, once raspy yet still feminine, had now become thick and guttural, deeper and more intimidating than any man’s.

”This is fascinating. Who would’ve thought that souls could be used like this.”

Corpse Granny hoped to see terror and regret on Ling Xiao’s face. But to her disappointment, what greeted her was a smirk of keen interest—one devoid of fear and full of curiosity about her current form.

”Die, boy! Witness my power!”

Corpse Granny lifted her foot and stomped toward Ling Xiao with crushing force. Her massive foot alone was enough to send corpses flying, turning the temple into a whirlwind of debris.

”Leng Mei, take Stewart Scarlett out of here,” Ling Xiao ordered.

”But Master, what about you?” Leng Mei asked anxiously.

”Don’t worry. Did you really think I’d feed her the real Healing Elixir? She dreams too big—I’m not that naive.”

Ling Xiao cracked a faint smile.

”If that’s the case, then I can rest easy.”

Carrying Stewart Scarlett, Leng Mei disappeared into the sky.

Outside, she stood atop Ling Xiao’s Skeleton Soldier, closely monitoring the fight.

Amid the rubble of the destroyed temple...

Ling Xiao suddenly snapped his fingers.

Corpse Granny’s attack halted abruptly.

”What the...?!”

Corpse Granny stared at Ling Xiao in shock. Her enormous body no longer obeyed her will.

”Corpse Granny, Corpse Granny... Had I poisoned you, I’d seem too crude. But giving you a genuine Healing Elixir would make me look foolish. So instead, I gave you a pill with a... unique twist. From now on, you’re under my control.”

Ling Xiao stood there motionless, regarding the towering Corpse Granny with a cold and disdainful smile.

”Impossible! There’s no way such a pill exists!”

Corpse Granny, who had some knowledge of alchemy, could not believe this. In her vast experience, she had never heard of a pill possessing this kind of mythical power.

As she attempted to resume her assault on Ling Xiao, a piercing scream tore from her throat.

”Ahhh!~”

Rivers of blood spattered downwards.

Corpse Granny had severed her own ear.

Her massive ears bled torrent-like streams, the sheer scale magnifying the grotesque sight.

With strength multiplied so many times over, the pain she felt was equally multiplied. She collapsed to the ground, writhing incessantly.

The fallen bricks and tiles of the ruined temple were crushed further under her enormous bulk.

From her mouth came guttural moans and desperate cries for salvation—though they went unanswered.

From a distance, Zhanɡ Tian De and Representative Yan watched in horror. They had nearly approached earlier.

Poised to swoop in as opportunists, they now realized their narrow escape. Had they interfered, Ling Xiao would have surely unleashed the now-servile Corpse Granny upon them.

”If you won’t listen to others, if you refuse to heed warnings, then these ears are useless to you.”

Ling Xiao declared icily, ”Now, cut off your other ear.”

Can you imagine the terror of knowing the agony you are about to endure, yet being powerless to stop yourself from causing it?

This was the precise torment Corpse Granny now faced.

She watched helplessly as her own hand moved toward her remaining ear.

Then, the searing pain struck again, sending violent shivers across her massive frame.

Corpse Granny had always believed she’d never shed tears again for the rest of her life.

She thought her tear ducts had dried out long ago.

But today, tears of regret and excruciating torment streamed uncontrollably down her face, mingling with inklings of wrath.

She rued the day she provoked this dangerous Ling Xiao—again and again, as though deliberately courting disaster.

Now, everything had culminated in this moment, and she had only herself to blame.

She wept at her plight, helpless against it.

Her anger toward Ling Xiao for showing no pity was hypocritical. After all, during the street battle long ago, she had shown him none.

Even just now, she had still been using threats against him.

”Kill me! Stop torturing me!”

Corpse Granny howled in unbearable anguish.

She no longer wanted to endure this horrific state of existence. She welcomed death—swift, immediate.

This suffering was beyond what she could bear.

”Tell me about the power backing you, and I’ll grant you a quick death,” Ling Xiao said nonchalantly.

”No... No! I can’t betray them,” Corpse Granny shook her head, her fear of the massive power behind her far outweighing the agony.

”Can’t betray them? How laughable. You’re on the verge of death, yet you guard this secret. Should I call this loyalty—or foolishness?”

As Ling Xiao spoke, he snapped his fingers once more.

Corpse Granny clawed out one of her own eyes.

Shivers of terror coursed through her body, nearly forcing her to spill the secret.

”I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you! But only to you alone.”

As the waves of agony began to subside, Corpse Granny finally surrendered.

”Fine.”

Ling Xiao had no fear of tricks. If he willed her to die, she would die—the power of an alchemist was absolute.

He leapt to her ear.

Corpse Granny whispered a few words, making no attempts at deception.

”Impossible!”

Ling Xiao’s expression shifted to disbelief.

”It’s true. I’ve told you the truth. With your abilities, you should know I’m not lying. Now, please, I beg you—end me. I can’t go on like this.”

Corpse Granny cried out in desperation, pleading for death.