Tyrant Sky Martial Soul

”No, nothing at all!”

Of course, Yun Zhong Feng dared not tell this person that what he feared was Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao was merely a sixteen-year-old child in the First Cycle, and his cultivation level was not even on par with his. If he feared him, it would only make this person look down on him.

This person was one of the experts from Tianchi Mountain.

He possessed absolute power above all martial artists in the Chen Dynasty; with him around, what is there to fear?

Thinking of this, Yun Zhong Feng immediately let out a sigh of relief.

He jumped off the Mysterious Turtle Battle Beast and walked towards Yuan Mo, a faint smile on his face.

Seeing Yun Zhong Feng approaching, Yuan Mo felt both fearful and excited inside.

He feared those of the Chen Royal Family but also hoped they would kill Ling Xiao, to make him feel a bit more balanced.

He lay there like a docile dog.

”Apologies, but the Chen Royal Family needs fierce dogs that bite. You are useless now, completely unworthy!”

Yun Zhong Feng’s words made Yuan Mo’s face instantly go stiff.

He raised his head in horror.

The only thing he saw was a fierce Lava Giant Beast.

It resembled a lion but was made entirely of lava; only its eyes had a somewhat human look.

This fierce beast was Yun Zhong Feng’s mount.

Its cold gaze was fixed on Yuan Mo, and then, a massive claw came swooping down.

Yuan Mo was struck hard to the ground by the claw carrying molten lava, instantly turning into a pool of blood.

Then evaporated.

Death came so easily; the dignified clan leader of the Yuanling Clan left nothing behind in death.

More tragic than dying without a complete corpse.

”Continue killing, leave no one alive!”

Yun Zhong Feng jumped back onto the Magma Lion, standing on its back, and looked sinisterly into the Yuanling Clan Tribe.

He vowed, while the expert from Tianchi Mountain was still by his side, to eradicate Ling Xiao completely.

Otherwise, he would spend his life being trampled by a mere child, which was something he could not tolerate.

”Roar~~!”

The Magma Lion roared in dissatisfaction, displeased with being ridden by Yun Zhong Feng.

”Wretched beast, letting you be my mount is already sparing you; you’d better not resist, or I’ll make you endure the pain of life worse than death every day!”

Yun Zhong Feng looked down at the Magma Lion and suddenly kicked it on the head.

Lava-like blood dripped from it.

Though the Magma Lion was furious, it had no choice.

All it could do was whimper under Yun Zhong Feng’s control.

”That’s better.”

Yun Zhong Feng laughed smugly, then took a deep breath, channeling all his energy into his voice, and shouted angrily towards the Yuanling Clan Tribe: ”Ling Xiao! I know you’re here, come out and die quickly!”

The others continued the massacre of the Yuanling Clan martial artists; it was truly a catastrophe.

But killing these useless wastes couldn’t satisfy Yun Zhong Feng.

He wanted Ling Xiao dead!

Ling Xiao protected Lia and the female guards within his Beast Ring and then slowly walked out of the Yuanling Clan Tribe.

Indifferently, he looked at Yun Zhong Feng atop the Magma Lion with disdain.

His eyes showed a hint of mockery and coldness.

Soon, the martial artists of the Yuanling Clan were slaughtered clean, nearly everyone surrounded Ling Xiao.

A few reckless individuals, perhaps addicted to killing, even dared to attack Ling Xiao.

The outcome, naturally, was obvious.

The ones who attacked Ling Xiao were all killed.

Moreover, no one saw how Ling Xiao made his moves.

Ling Xiao stood there calmly, with a contemptuous smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Though surrounded by thousands of martial artists from the Chen Royal Family, no one dared make a move.

”Step aside, General Yun, let me take this boy’s head!”

After all, there were still bold ones.

An old general under Yun Zhong Feng’s command, named Pan Feng, was once a master in the Demon Dragon Sect.

Later he pledged allegiance to the Chen Royal Family, becoming Yun Zhong Feng’s deputy general.

And Yun Zhong Feng now, was one of the generals of the Divine Thunder Guard.

”Alright, Pan Feng, heed my command: let your Long Spear drink his blood!”

Yun Zhong Feng knew Pan Feng wasn’t a match for Ling Xiao, but he wanted to see how strong Ling Xiao had become after obtaining the Demon Dragon Sword.

Earlier at Demon Dragon Mountain, he fled in a panic, but felt uneasy afterward.

He felt like he was scared witless and made the wrong decision.

This Pan Feng might not be Ling Xiao’s match, but his cultivation was at the Late Stage of the Twelfth-Level Hell in the First Turn Yinyang Realm.

Furthermore, he had rich combat experience.

His Blood Drinking Spear was a Divine Spiritual Tool, and his Martial Soul was also a Spear Martial Soul.

Combined, the power unleashed by the Blood Drinking Spear could rival a Mortal Emperor Tool.

So Yun Zhong Feng intended to use Pan Feng’s sacrifice to gauge Ling Xiao’s abilities.

As for whether Pan Feng would die, he didn’t care.

”Understood!”

Upon hearing Yun Zhong Feng’s order, Pan Feng took out the Blood Drinking Spear and then showed a grim smile.

His mount, a monster beast, stepped forward towards Ling Xiao, stopping about 50 meters away.

Then, the Long Spear pointed straight at Ling Xiao.

”Boy, you’d better surrender, or if my Blood Drinking Spear hits you, it’ll drain your blood dry!”

Pan Feng seemed very confident.

Ling Xiao’s gaze, however, wasn’t on Pan Feng; instead, it was fixed on the lion under Yun Zhong Feng’s feet.

He sensed a very familiar aura from that Magma Lion.

It was as if he hadn’t heard Pan Feng speak at all.

”Aargh, how dare you underestimate me! I am General Pan Feng!”

Pan Feng was so angry that he was trembling.

He hoped to see fear in Ling Xiao’s eyes, hoped to see the pathetic look of his opponent in terror.

He liked that look, loved the hopelessness in his enemy’s eyes before death.

But it was as if Ling Xiao hadn’t even acknowledged his existence, which was intolerable for him.

He roared, filled with a bloodthirsty and murderous aura.

The Blood Drinking Spear he wielded exuded a strong scent of blood, making it very uncomfortable.

Ling Xiao still didn’t look at Pan Feng but stepped forward.

”Tuo Ba Yun Xiang?”

He suddenly asked aloud.

For from that Magma Lion, he caught the scent of Tuo Ba Yun Xiang.

Although Tuo Ba Yun Xiang once wanted to kill him in revenge, they got to know each other through combat.

Later, had it not been for Tuo Ba Yun Xiang warning him of Yun Zhong Feng’s schemes, Heiye Wuxing might have already been killed.

That would certainly have been a regret for his lifetime.

But when he returned to Demon Dragon City last time, he didn’t see Tuo Ba Yun Xiang, which puzzled him.

He never expected to catch Tuo Ba Yun Xiang’s scent on a Magma Lion.

”Roar~~!”

The Magma Lion howled, seemingly venting its dissatisfaction, releasing all its inner grievances.

”Wretched beast!”

Yun Zhong Feng produced a whip and brutally lashed it on the Magma Lion.

Leaving a mark of blood.