Tyrant Sky Martial Soul

After those words, the Martial Artists who had just blocked Ling Xiao’s path added: ”We are eliminating rebels for the Demon Dragon Sect, removing threats, and you, are the greatest cause of misfortune. If you do not die, the sect rules will not allow it!”

”Sect rules? Haha, a bunch of riff-raff who cover their faces even in broad daylight, not daring to reveal their true selves, dares to talk to me about sect rules?

Haven’t the sect rules taught you the consequences of besieging the Sect Master’s successor?”

In the midst of laughter, Ling Xiao’s eyes suddenly hardened, and a terrifying killing intent was unleashed from his body.

”You truly are a demon beast! Knowing our identities, you still dare to act! You still want to kill us?

Fine, since you want to die, remember my name after your death—Yang Huo!”

”No need to remember since you’ll soon be dead!”

Before the words were fully spoken, Ling Xiao’s sword had already struck out.

This sword was too fast, too sharp.

Yang Huo could not avoid it.

He could only widen his eyes and watch as the sword approached his throat, imagining the tragic scene of his throat being pierced.

”Ding!”

At the critical moment, a saber blocked in front of him, stopping Ling Xiao’s sword.

”Xue Tu!”

Yang Huo looked excitedly at the person standing before him, exhaling a breath of relief.

So lucky, if Xue Tu hadn’t intervened, he would probably be dead.

First Transformation, Twelfth Layer of Hell Late Stage Cultivation?

Ling Xiao furrowed his brow as he looked at the man clad in a blood-colored long robe with dozens of scars criss-crossing his face.

This guy appeared to be in his forties. If he truly was someone from the Demon Dragon Sect, he shouldn’t be a nobody.

He seems to have been hidden away by Yun Zhong Feng for a long time.

”I’d heard about the root cause of chaos within the sect, who also possesses extraordinary power. Seeing it today, it’s true!

But regardless of how powerful you are, today, death is inevitable!”

Xue Tu looked coldly at Ling Xiao, the blood-red war saber in his hand emanating an astonishing murderous aura.

He was originally the most secret existence in the Demon Dragon Sect, Yun Zhong Feng once said, unless completely turning against Chen Buyi, he would not be awakened.

Yet now, he has been awakened.

But not for Chen Buyi, rather for a youth, a youth regarded as the root of chaos.

Today, they came here with no other purpose but to kill Ling Xiao.

”Root of chaos? Haha, that old dog Yun Zhong Feng truly knows how to put a label on people.”

Ling Xiao sneered: ”If I’m not mistaken, you must be from the Dark Dragon Group, right?”

The Dark Dragon Group was the force Yun Zhong Feng secretly cultivated.

In name, they were Martial Artists carrying out assassination, undercover, and other missions for the Demon Dragon Sect.

In reality, they were merely the killing tools he secretly fostered for eliminating dissent.

Over the years, many loyal to Chen Buyi within the Demon Dragon Sect have been assassinated, and it was done by this group.

The Dark Dragon Group was never made public, but undoubtedly exists.

This was what Xiao Mu Yu told Chen Buyi.

Chen Buyi then told Ling Xiao.

”Haha, since you know our identity, there’s no need for talk. Now, I’ll send you on your way!”

Xue Tu sneered, the killing intent around him growing even stronger.

”Did all of the Dark Dragon Group come?”

Ling Xiao suddenly asked.

”Except for the leader, everyone has come. Isn’t your presence grand?”

Xue Tu didn’t know why Ling Xiao asked this, but he answered anyway.

”Very well, draw your saber.”

Ling Xiao instantly entered the Tyrant Blood Demon Dragon Martial Soul Transformation state, and then drew the Blood Thunder King Sword.

Behind him, the Sword Martial Spirit began to shine with a sharp luster.

The opponents were numerous and quite a few were experts.

Ling Xiao definitely did not dare to be careless.

”Resigned to fate?”

Xue Tu chuckled coldly, then waved a big hand: ”None of you act, he’s mine!”

With his words, a terrifying sword intent began to spread and bloom in the air!

Fierce, domineering, bloodthirsty aura, wrapped around and poured out from his blood saber.

The saber appeared to have fused with him, becoming part of his body, making him stronger and more fearsome.

”Very strong, stronger than Yun Lan, but still nothing to worry about!”

Ling Xiao slightly furrowed his brow, then relaxed.

Xue Tu’s raw strength may not necessarily be stronger than Yun Lan, but his killing intent was deeper and his experience richer.

A person like this is actually quite hard to deal with.

In the Jianghu, Martial Artists of equal cultivation levels are quite common, the differences between them usually aren’t too great.

At such times, the key to victory is experience and fighting spirit.

Let Xue Tu battle Yun Lan, Yun Lan definitely couldn’t last beyond ten moves.

This is true battle, not comparable to ordinary sparring.

Ling Xiao looked calmly at Xue Tu, the Blood Thunder King Sword in his hand shimmering, a Sword Intent gathering upon the blade.

Chilling coldness bloomed in the space.

Like a biting cold wind from an icy land, or more like the killing aura from a Netherworld wolf in the Nine Nether.

Very terrifying!

Strikes fear into the heart!

Amidst fierce edge and unrestrained.

There’s something so natural about it, as if the Blood Thunder King Sword naturally belonged to Ling Xiao, inseparable from him.

At this moment, Ling Xiao seemed no longer just a person, but a sword, a sword capable of overshadowing everything around it.

Suddenly, the sky started to rain.

Rainy day, a day to kill!

The rain was driven away by the sword intent and saber intent of the two, forming a blank space between them.

As if even the rain feared their killing intent.

Xue Tu was slightly startled, seemingly surprised by Ling Xiao’s killing intent.

Amazingly, it was not weaker than his; this he hadn’t anticipated.

Nevertheless, he didn’t want any help, he couldn’t afford that person.

No matter what, he was also one of the four deputy leaders of the Dark Dragon Group.

He took a deep breath, raising his right hand slowly, the blood saber gently swayed with his arm.

Meanwhile, Ling Xiao had already ceased his movement.

Sword in right hand, pointing across at Xue Tu, a cold smile hung from the corner of his lips.

”I’ll ask you one last time, will you submit to the Sect Master, or follow the path with that old dog Yun Zhong Feng to the end?”

His voice was loud and clear, surely both Xue Tu and those around could hear it.

Yet they did not respond.

Only Xue Tu coldly replied: ”Kid, you’re good at talking, but battles aren’t won with just words.”

”Seems you’ve chosen the most foolish path.”

Ling Xiao’s voice slowly rang out.

On the sword, Powerful Energy spun wildly, streaks of blood thunder roared and shrieked along the blade.

As if ready to strike out at any moment.

”Looks intimidating, but who knows their true strength!

I haven’t used this saber much, but those who faced it a hundred times, died a hundred times!

Also, I only kill those worthy of my saber.

Among those people, your cultivation level is only considered mid to low!”

Xue Tu spoke coldly and arrogantly.

”I hope your saber is truly sharper than your tongue.”

Ling Xiao chuckled lightly, contemptuously looking at Xue Tu as if mocking his ignorance.