Tyrant Sky Martial Soul

Chapter 1319: Chapter 1319: The Return of the God of Slaughter

Ling Xiao sneered disdainfully and said, ”Let me make this clear today—anyone who dares to touch merchants from the Heavenly Dynasty, I will kill them. This person is a prime example. I don’t care if he belongs to Ji Mingxing or Owen Bian, I will kill them just the same!”

”A worthless scum who does not understand the essence of earnest cultivation, yet chooses to bully the elderly. Such a person is nothing but trash alive.”

With that, he walked toward the city accompanied by Moon Lady and Leng Mei.

The patrol captain dared not stop him. He stood there in a daze for a long while before a furious glint appeared in his eyes.

Mere humans dare to disrespect me!

He dared to kill someone right in front of me—this is something I absolutely cannot accept!

”I say, captain, you’d better not get angry over this. Ling Xiao is not someone you can provoke. He even dared to curse the current Emperor; compared to the Emperor, what do you even count as?”

A martial artist passerby tried to console the captain.

”How is that possible? Could he truly have such audacity?”

The captain froze, astonished.

”Believe it or not, many people witnessed it happen. This Young Master Ling humiliated both the Righteous Qi Alliance and the royal family right in front of countless spectators. He even forcibly killed Si Kong Zun, the Vice President of Phoenix God College. Now, tell me—isn’t he formidable?”

Upon hearing this, the captain’s legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground.

”My goodness, what kind of person have I been talking to just now?”

Meanwhile, Ling Xiao had already entered the city.

Colorful flags fluttered, and the city radiated a jubilant atmosphere.

The streets and alleys were soaked in a festive mood. Yet the celebrations were not for the Dragon Phoenix Tournament, but rather for the wedding of a certain couple.

The groom was Ji Mingxing, a descendant of the Holy Dynasty, rumored to be the Sacred Emperor’s successor, intent on restoring the Holy Dynasty and overthrowing the Heavenly Dynasty.

The bride was Fengming Lian, the daughter of Fengming Xiao, an Ice Phoenix Clan member, a royal family member, and the Emperor’s biological niece.

The Emperor’s schemes were as clear to Ling Xiao as day.

He aimed to grab the fruits of Ling Xiao’s hard-earned victories, using Ji Mingxing as a puppet.

After all, there were still plenty of individuals on the Heavenly Dragon Continent who revered the glory of the Sacred Dynasty.

Thinking about this, Ling Xiao couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh. ”Oh, Emperor—do you truly believe your puppet can pose any threat to me? Today, I’ll make you abandon this fantasy entirely!”

There’s no way he would hand over his hard-fought kingdom to others; the remnants of the bygone dynasty had better stop dreaming.

Today was likely the day of Fengming Lian and Ji Mingxing’s grand wedding, and Ling Xiao felt he had arrived just in time.

The entire Imperial Capital was celebrating this couple. The extravagance of their wedding ceremony, personally approved by the Emperor, was far beyond what commoners could ever imagine.

What expression would the Emperor show if Ji Mingxing were crippled right in front of the masses?

Ling Xiao couldn’t suppress his smile.

Ji Mingxing had crippled Ji Mingkong, who happened to be Ling Xiao’s friend. This act had touched his reverse scale—an offense he absolutely could not tolerate.

Moreover, Ling Xiao found the incident peculiar: given Ji Mingkong’s cultivation level and strength, how could Ji Mingxing have managed to cripple him so easily?

There was definitely some hidden factor involved.

But now was not the time to figure out this mystery. No matter the reason, Ji Mingxing’s act of crippling his friend was undeniable.

Thus, Ji Mingxing had to be crippled as well, no matter how much the Emperor tried to interfere!

Currently, Ling Xiao’s strength wasn’t yet overwhelming. Hence, he still needed to exercise patience in certain matters and avoid confronting some individuals.

If he advanced to the Yin-Yang Realm, he would absolutely dare storm the Phoenix God Empire’s Imperial Palace and annihilate Emperor Fengming Wuliang!

This person had tried to kill him multiple times—and although unsuccessful—the grudge had already been deeply rooted.

Without strength, one would have to swallow their pride. Ling Xiao had no intention of enduring humiliation for much longer.

”Let’s go check out the festivities.”

With a subtle smile, Ling Xiao started heading toward the liveliest part of the Imperial Capital today.

That was none other than the mansion the Emperor had specially bestowed upon Ji Mingxing, where the wedding was being held.

Undoubtedly, the elites of the Imperial Capital—the nobles and dignitaries—would all arrive to extend their congratulations.

Ling Xiao, as the King of Heavenly Dragon, had no reason not to prepare a ”gift” of his own.

Inside the Inner Court of the deep palace, Feng Yingshan revealed a faintly helpless smile.

”Ling Xiao, ah, Ling Xiao... You’re certainly born to stir up trouble. Just after returning, you’ve already killed Ji Mingxing’s lackey in what looks like a direct affront to the Emperor.”

Though his raw strength wasn’t as overwhelming as Fengming Qishan and Fengming Wuliang, Feng Yingshan excelled in intelligence and information gathering, having cultivated many adept agents.

Ling Xiao’s reappearance in the Imperial Capital gave him mixed feelings of excitement and anticipation.

Only someone like Ling Xiao could stir up the stagnant waters of the Imperial Capital, allowing him the opportunity to fish for benefits.

During Ling Xiao’s previous visit to the Imperial Capital, Feng Yingshan had reaped considerable rewards.

This time, he anticipated gaining even more.

Thus far, he and Ling Xiao remained allies.

”Master, today’s Imperial Capital is far from the capital of days past. Do you think Ling Xiao can still display his unique charm as he did before?”

Feng Yingshan directed his question to an elderly man with a white beard, Dean of Qingxu Academy, Zhou Yun.

”No matter how many geniuses there are, they’re ultimately just the backdrop. Ling Xiao’s sword, I fear, is already starved for action. Even sitting here, I can sense the overwhelming killing intent,”

Zhou Yun stroked his beard and said, ”We don’t need to alter our strategy; we will continue focusing on allying with Ling Xiao. This time, the commotion he stirs will likely surpass the last.”

After saying this, Zhou Yun paused for a moment before gazing at Feng Yingshan. ”How is His Highness’s cultivation level as of late? Don’t let Ling Xiao surpass you.”

”Rest assured, Master. With me here, Ling Xiao will always remain second.”

As Feng Yingshan spoke, his previously gentle demeanor suddenly revealed an astonishing dominance.

The tremendous aura emanating from him was clearly that of a Cave Heaven Realm Martial Artist, and at quite a high level.

”Impressive. It seems you’ve truly been diligent—your cultivation level has made another breakthrough.”

Zhou Yun smiled and said, ”In the Ancient Era, there were two renowned prodigies, Yu and Liang, with Yu consistently overshadowed by Liang, thus inspiring the phrase, ’Why was Yu born when Liang exists?’ Today, as the old man sees it, the modern equivalent should be, ’Why was Ling Xiao born when Yingshan exists?’ Hahaha.”

In Zhou Yun’s view, though Ling Xiao was powerful, he ultimately was just another piece on Feng Yingshan’s chessboard.

Even Emperor Fengming Wuliang, Fengming Qishan, Fengming Xiao, and Zhou Yun himself were merely pawns under Feng Yingshan’s command.

Only he truly understood Feng Yingshan’s intimidating brilliance and cunning.

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Near Phoenix God College was a location once known as the residence of Northern Territory King Ji Ning.

The estate had been refurbished and now stood luxuriously grand, rivaling any mansion in the Imperial Capital.

This was none other than the residence bestowed upon Ji Mingxing by Emperor Fengming Wuliang.

A pair of vermillion doors stood wide open, with the plaque bearing ”Great General’s Mansion” already removed, replaced by an imperial decree naming it the ”Shengzi Mansion.”

Clearly, Ling Xiao’s hunch was correct—the Emperor truly intended to elevate Ji Mingxing as the Holy Dynasty’s Saint Child, manipulating him from the shadows.

From outside, one could see the vast courtyard within the Yingjie Mansion, where an enormous theater stage had been erected.

Below the stage were rows upon rows of banquet tables.