Jian Wuji’s Sword Qi struck the Dragon Scales and instantly dissipated into countless points of light, thoroughly shattering.
Ling Xiao continued to walk forward, and the Spiritual Qi condensed in the air around him began to gather incessantly around his body.
Behind him, a pitch-black Divine Dragon appeared, with terrifying black-gold flames churning violently.
The flames suddenly transformed into the shape of the Divine Dragon and pounced toward Jian Wuji.
The speed was extremely fast, the power immense.
Jian Wuji struggled to defend but was still engulfed by the Fire Dragon, his body emitting a burnt odor.
Everyone watched Ling Xiao in shock.
What kind of person was this, who could manipulate the surrounding elements to serve him? He had no Fortune to augment him, yet, he had Jian Wuji in such an embarrassed state.
The fighting spirit boiled.
The intent to kill permeated the air.
At this moment, Ling Xiao was like a living Demon God, standing there, invincible and unassailable.
His face again turned extremely unsightly. He hadn’t expected that even with the Nine Tripod Fortune and the Array Formation of the Imperial Palace at his disposal, he would still be so ineffective in front of Ling Xiao.
Ling Xiao looked at Jian Wuji and said indifferently, "Just now you had the chance to live. I didn’t fight you, not because I was afraid of you, but because I thought you unworthy. Alas, you lacked self-awareness. Since that’s the case, I’ll let you completely perish!"
Ling Xiao seemed to be moving slowly.
He was just walking at a measured pace, but in Jian Wuji’s eyes, he was incredibly fast, as though no amount of retreating could escape Ling Xiao’s lock-on.
"Die, go down to Hell and keep your master company!"
The cold voice echoed inside the Imperial Palace. In that instant, many people mistook it for a sudden appearance of a dozen Ling Xiaos.
That was because Ling Xiao was too fast.
He didn’t use a Sword Soul Clone; it was just that his speed was so rapid it felt as though his body was still in place, leaving behind a trail of afterimages.
To Jian Wuji, Ling Xiao, enveloped in terrifying murderous intent, seemed like an invincible Demon God.
He lost even the courage to flee.
A fierce Sword Qi invaded his body, rampaging wildly within him.
He could feel his body disintegrating, starting with the already-formed Heavenly Pulse.
"It’s not fear, but disdain, the feeling that Jian Wuji is unworthy!"
Those spectating thought back to Ling Xiao’s previous words as they watched the figure completely torn apart by the Sword Qi.
At this moment, Ling Xiao was stronger, more mysterious, and more intimidating than he had been during the day.
Even martial artists felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness, as if no matter how hard they tried, they could never surpass this youth.
Against Jian Wuji, Ling Xiao had used a Martial Skill during the day.
Yet, just now, from beginning to end, he didn’t use any Martial Skills, merely summoning his Martial Soul and combining terrifying Sword Intent with Sword Qi to completely kill Jian Wuji.
That’s why they say, you wouldn’t die if you didn’t seek death.
Jian Wuji was seeking death by his own will. There was nothing for him at tonight’s banquet, yet he had to step forward to provoke Ling Xiao, which was no different from courting death.
"This guy is too terrifying!"
Li Xuefeng’s body trembled: "Fortunately, I have never offended him."
"Yes, I’m afraid only His Highness the Holy Son, Mo Wu Shang, and Qin Bi Xue could possibly stand a chance against him."
Dai Yaoling’s body was also trembling at the thought of how she had clung to Ling Xiao during the day, which now filled her with intense fear.
Mo Wu Shang’s heart was convulsing.
Just moments ago, he had said that Jian Wuji had the upper hand fighting against Ling Xiao, but now he suddenly realized that it wasn’t an advantage at all; it was courting death.
He didn’t know if he could win against Ling Xiao now. His original confidence of a 90% certainty had dropped to 70%.
Hua Yu was even more terrified.
Watching Jian Wuji completely disappear, he felt as if he were seeing his own end.
Ling Xiao had truly killed Jian Wuji, and it seemed so effortless. Wasn’t this guy supposed to be poisoned? What on earth was going on?
Perhaps he hadn’t drunk the wine?
No, that’s impossible!
So, was he immune to the poison, or did it just take effect too slowly?
Whatever the reason, Hua Yu felt like he was done for. His body shook like a sieve, and he felt an icy coldness all over.
Now Ling Xiao was about to fight him next, but with what could he possibly overcome Ling Xiao?
Behind Ling Xiao, three Bronze Cauldrons slowly materialized. He could clearly feel his Heavenly Origin Power flowing much more smoothly than before.
Maybe this was the direct effect of the Nine Tripod Fortune.
Rumor had it that possessing even one cauldron’s fortune could bring many benefits, such as ensuring that one wouldn’t have to worry about entering demonic ways during cultivation.
"Ling Xiao, you are too bold! This is the Imperial Palace, and the Sacred Emperor is here, as well as His Highness the Holy Son. Yet you dared to kill Jian Wuji, you’re slapping the Sacred Emperor’s face!"
Hua Yu didn’t dare fight Ling Xiao, so all he could do was say this. He hoped the Sacred Emperor would execute Ling Xiao on the spot for this, and then he wouldn’t have to face his own death.
Looking at Hua Yu, Ling Xiao suddenly laughed, "Are you scared? Otherwise, why would you resort to such shameless words?"
The agreement for a life-and-death battle had been approved by the Sacred Emperor, and now here was Hua Yu targeting Ling Xiao with it. This man was not only shameless but also brainless.
"How am I shameless? You’re extremely cruel, bloodthirsty by nature, crippling Jian Wuji wasn’t enough for you, and you even wanted to completely annihilate him by killing him off. Aren’t these the facts?"
Hua Yu bellowed loudly.
Ling Xiao did not grow angry.
He just smiled, a radiant smile.
"That’s right, I am extremely cruel, and I am bloodthirsty! Initially, I thought since you’re a man close to the Sacred Emperor, you would know what honor and decency are, and I wasn’t planning to pursue our previous agreement with you. But now, I’ve changed my mind. Didn’t you say that if I defeated Jian Wuji, you would agree to fight me?"
A mocking and taunting cold smile appeared on Ling Xiao’s face.
Hua Yu’s body shook violently, cursing himself inwardly for meddling. He should have kept silent just now.
But now, there was no choice but to steel himself, "Compete with you in martial skills? Why should I fight you? You are just a mere disciple of the Moon Hua Sect, while I am a man of the Sacred Emperor. What right do you have to fight me?"
"Scared now, are you?"
Ling Xiao looked at Hua Yu coldly, his face showing a teasing expression, "You call for a challenge when you please, and refuse to fight when you want; what do you take me, Ling Xiao, for? Your beck and call servant?"
Even with the Sacred Emperor present, Ling Xiao didn’t want to let Hua Yu off. Not only was this man sinister and malicious, but he also repeatedly provoked him.
If he didn’t take this scoundrel down, Ling Xiao feared he might be schemed against by him again.
"You are a servant! A dog servant! Your Majesty, the Sacred Emperor, he’s going to kill me, won’t you do something?"
Hua Yu clung to the Sacred Emperor’s arm, displaying an utmost flattering demeanor.
This is a man, yet he acts like a whore, truly repulsive.