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Chapter 200

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"Young Master, you still have to be careful. The two people from the Heaven Ninja Auction House are very strong!"

Cold Plum was not as calm as Ling Xiao. After all, she was only at the peak of the sixth level of the Martial Vein and had yet to break through to the Martial Master realm.



"Yes, they are very strong. They are not far from Li Xinghui. Furthermore, there are two of them. In terms of combat experience, they should be better than Li Xinghui."

Ling Xiao analyzed as he walked, "But it's nothing."

He had just successfully cultivated the first move of the Divine Prison King's Fist and was itching for a fight. Now that someone had delivered themselves to his door for him to practice, why not?

"Cold Plum, don't make a move later."

Ling Xiao suddenly stopped and said.

"Young Master!"

"There's no need to say anymore. I have something new that I want to try. If you make a move, I won't be able to predict it."

"Alright then, but if Young Master is in danger, I have to make a move." Cold Plum insisted.

"Up to you!"

Ling Xiao was not a stubborn person. If there really was danger, he naturally wanted someone to help.

After the discussion, Ling Xiao simply turned around and looked at the two late-stage seventh level Martial Vein Martial Masters who were trying to hide not far away.

His green clothes fluttered in the wind like a sword immortal.

"There's no need for the two of you to hide. After following me for so long, if you don't make a move, I'll have to return to the White Cloud Temple."

Ling Xiao said indifferently as he stared at a patch of trees.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Two figures rushed out and surrounded Ling Xiao from both sides.

Since they had been discovered, there was no point in them hiding.

The rest of the warriors did not make a move. They planned to take advantage of the fight between the sandpiper and the clam. They wanted to see the outcome of this battle before making a decision.

Ling Xiao suddenly took a step forward.

The entire space suddenly became incomparably cold.

This step seemed to have changed the surrounding environment. The originally tree-lined world suddenly became dark and damp. There even seemed to be an aura of decay and death.

In his ears, it was as if he could hear the cries of ghosts and howls of wolves.

There seemed to be ghosts playing in his body.

The cultivators hiding in the dark all looked at them in horror.

The two seventh level Martial Masters from the Heavenly Ninja Auction House paused for a moment, and their bodies clearly trembled for a moment.

However, they immediately seemed to have escaped from that predicament. Then, they turned into two afterimages. Like two black arrows, they tore through the air and shot towards Ling Xiao.

"Divine Hell King's Fist — Bullhead Splitting!"

A cold voice came out of Ling Xiao's mouth.

He assumed a strange posture.

At that moment, the two afterimages suddenly stopped, and their bodies became stiff, as if a terrifying cold wind had entered their bodies.

His entire body was about to be swallowed by this strange coldness.

Terrifying chilly winds howled between heaven and earth.

The two afterimages desperately used all kinds of martial arts in an attempt to protect themselves.

One of them waved his palms continuously.

A man's long saber flashed with a cold light.

The ripples produced by his True Essence struggled in this space where the cold wind was raging.

"Huff —!"

"Huff —!"

Loud panting sounds could be heard.

In everyone's eyes, Ling Xiao disappeared.

In his place was a giant monster.

It had the head of an ox and the body of a human. It held a huge axe in its hand.

The most terrifying thing was the aura of death that was constantly emitting from the monster's body.

"Die!"

Heavy footsteps sounded on the ground.

The minotaur waved its huge axe and approached the two seventh level Martial Masters step by step.

The slower it was, the stronger the panic in their hearts.

With every step it took, the hearts of the two trembled.

Stubborn resistance.

Perhaps this was the current situation of these two people.

They crazily swallowed and spat out their True Essence, resisting the terrifying cold wind in an attempt to shatter this dark space.

However, it was useless.

The minotaur still walked to their side, and its huge axe fiercely chopped down between the two of them.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

The two Martial Masters split open like they were made of porcelain.

Divine Hell King's Fist!

Not only did it possess terrifying power, it could also cause the enemy to hallucinate and fall into it, completely losing the ability to resist.

If Ling Xiao had mastered this martial art when he was dealing with Li Xinghui, then Li Xinghui would have been killed in one move.

Terrifying!

Even Ling Xiao felt that this Divine Hell King's Fist was too terrifying.

Two seventh level Martial Masters died just like that. They didn't even have the chance to make a move before they died in the illusion they created.

In the dark, the Martial Warriors who followed along were in a state of shock. Their hearts trembled uncontrollably, as if they had seen the most terrifying thing in their lives.

"Ghost!"

"A demon from hell!"

"Not a human!"

Terrified cries rose and fell one after another. Everyone fled, leaving only the two cold corpses, Ling Xiao, and Cold Plum.

"What a pity."

After a long time, Ling Xiao sighed.

"What's wrong, Young Master? Are you still not satisfied with this power?"

Cold Plum asked doubtfully.

"I forgot something."

Ling Xiao smiled bitterly and said, "I originally planned to use the ghost ship's remnant soul and the Divine Hell King's Fist together to test the effect, but I forgot."

Cold Plum was speechless. She thought it was something serious, but her Young Master really treated the two late seventh level Martial Vein Realm Martial Masters as test subjects.

"Forget it, let's go back. The side effects of the Divine Hell King's Fist are too great. Both of my arms are completely fractured."

Ling Xiao shook his arms that were hanging on both sides of his body and said, "It's time to cultivate the Nine Transformation Golden Body Technique to the highest level."

"Young Master, we haven't searched those two's bodies yet."

Cold Plum reminded him.

"There's no need to search. Death warriors like them usually don't have anything good on them. I'm afraid they don't even have a storage ring."

Ling Xiao shook his head and said.

Although he said that, Ling Xiao, who was once a beggar, was still unwilling to let go of the two corpses.

Unfortunately, just as he had guessed, the two of them did not have a storage ring or even a money bag.

"Hmm? What's this? "

Ling Xiao struck out with his palm and a ball of flame burned the two corpses clean.

He had once cultivated the Red Sun Skill. Although he basically did not use it now because its level was too low, it was not a problem for him to do this kind of thing.

What was interesting was that when the corpse and even the bones were burned away, there was a piece of black metal that was preserved.

"It seems to be a sword!"

Cold Plum said.

"It's obviously a one-foot-long iron piece. How did it become a sword?"

Ling Xiao asked in confusion.

"It's said that in the ancient times, there was a swordsman of the Human Clan. His sword was a one-foot-long iron piece."

Cold Plum explained, "This swordsman always killed people with his sword. So it didn't matter what he used. The enemy's divine weapons were useless to him."

"So powerful!"

Ling Xiao had never heard of such an expert.

"I heard it from one of the captains of the Latent Dragon Camp. That captain seems to be the descendant of this swordsman."

"Damn, this terrifying killing intent can make people collapse in an instant!"

The moment Ling Xiao picked up the iron piece, he saw many scenes of death. If his soul was not strong enough, he would have collapsed in an instant.

This thing was originally wrapped in something that prevented the killing intent from leaking out. However, it was burned when he burned the corpses.

"I'll keep it first and study it later."

Thinking of this, Ling Xiao put the iron piece into his Mountain River Martial Soul.

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