"Hahaha, I was wondering who it was. So it's the fat sheep from Yuehua School. The Holy Son has ordered us to kill every disciple of Yuehua School on sight and reward them handsomely. What's the point of fighting? Let's kill this fat sheep and go back to get our reward."
Someone burst into laughter.
The rest of the people also revealed a hideous smile.
It seemed that they regarded themselves as the wolves and Ling Xiao as the fat sheep.
"Boy, what's your name?"
One of the disciples of the Heavenly King Sect asked loudly.
"Ling Xiao!"
Ling Xiao revealed a playful smile and answered loudly.
"Oh, it's a fat sheep. The Holy Son said that he would not let this boy enter the final of the Martial Arts Festival alive. Whoever kills him will get the same reward as the winner of the Martial Arts Festival!"
Hearing Ling Xiao's name, the warriors who had been grinning ferociously were now almost drooling.
"Don't be in such a hurry. Even the Holy Son wants to kill this boy. Is this boy a little powerful?"
"Powerful my ass. The Yuehua School is ranked at the bottom of the Twelve Sects. How powerful can this boy be? The disciples of the Yuehua School fled too fast. They used secret scrolls as soon as they sensed that something was wrong. We can't even catch up with them. But this boy doesn't seem to want to run away."
"That's right. It's just the Yuehua School. How powerful can he be? Kill him!"
"If you don't do it, I'll do it first!"
"What's the hurry? We, the Heavenly King Sect, found him first!"
"Nonsense, it's us, the Abstruse Fire Sect!"
…
The voices of argument rose and fell one after another. They were actually discussing who would kill Ling Xiao. It was as if Ling Xiao was really a fat sheep in their eyes, not a person, let alone a warrior.
"Stop arguing. All of you can go to hell!"
Suddenly, a voice came from behind Ling Xiao. Then something terrible happened.
A gust of black wind surged in the passage and rushed into the crowd. It seemed to have turned into a ferocious beast and began to devour lives.
Ah!
Ahhhhh …
From the moment the first scream started, it only took an instant for the black wind to gnaw away nearly half of the martial artists alive and turn them into white bones.
Upon closer inspection, the black wind was not a real wind, but a black ant with wings. It was just that it was really very small, so small that it was difficult to distinguish it with the naked eye.
"As expected, he's vicious and merciless. His strength is also incomparably powerful!"
That person's attack just now had enveloped him as well, but the black wind had dissipated the moment it touched him.
Black ants were most afraid of fire. Ling Xiao's body was covered in a layer of Hellfire that was invisible to the naked eye. Naturally, these things could not touch him.
However, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion. The might of this black wind was truly rare. Among the people that were killed, there were actually half-step Empyreans with 50% of their strength. As for these martial artists, they didn't even have the ability to survive for a moment within the black wind.
This was simply too terrifying.
"Not good, it's the Sky Dragon Institute's Feng Yaorao!"
"How can this woman be so cruel!"
"Ghost knows, let's run quickly. This woman is too strong, and her methods are incomparably ruthless. If we stay, we'll turn into white bones!"
Although those present were all heaven's prides of their respective sects, they had no intention of resisting the appearance of Feng Yaorao. They turned around and fled towards another path. They didn't care whether there was danger in that path or not. In any case, it was better than facing Feng Yaorao head-on.
It should be known that in the previous preliminaries, eighty percent of the disciples who died or were eliminated were killed by these lunatics.
This time would not be an exception.
On the contrary, those who died because of mechanisms, arrays, and fierce beasts were few and far between.
The real threat came from within the team.
Li Youdao, Tang Jiu, Feng Yaorao, and the others were all ruthless people.
Even if they weren't ruthless, when competing for treasures, they would still kill.
From the beginning of the preliminaries until now, whether it was Yan Liehuo, Ya Qianxue, Fatty Blue, or Luo Tianyu, all of them had taken a lot of lives.
Basically, the top 100 cultivators of the Martial Arts Festival had all killed someone, and some even killed their own sect members.
In the passage, the lively battle instantly turned silent. Only Ling Xiao looked behind him indifferently.
A charming and enchanting figure arrived. It was Feng Yaorao.
It seemed that among those cultivators, some had seen Feng Yaorao before, otherwise, it would be impossible to guess her identity.
Feng Yaorao didn't even look at the corpses on the ground. Instead, she looked at Ling Xiao with a little surprise and said, "You're not dead?"
In this woman's eyes, Ling Xiao was just a half-step Heavenly Venerable with twenty percent of his strength. The difference between their strength was too great.
One had to know that the difference between every ten percent of strength in the half-step Heavenly Venerable Realm was much greater than the nine layers before the Transcendent Realm.
The strength of a half-step Heavenly Venerable with twenty percent of his strength might even be two or three times that of a half-step Heavenly Venerable with ten percent of his strength!
Feng Yaorao was a half-step Heavenly Venerable with eighty percent of her strength, while Ling Xiao was only at twenty percent.
There was a six-stage difference between the two.
These six stages might be a twenty-fold difference in strength.
However, Ling Xiao didn't die, which puzzled her.
Of course, she didn't understand.
Because that kind of difference was only the difference between ordinary cultivators. Ling Xiao was too special.
He possessed the Ancient Hell Dragon Martial Soul, the most mysterious and terrifying Mountain River Martial Soul, and cultivated the powerful Jade Grade Entry Grade Martial Art, Twelve Golden Lotus Arts.
So, the gap between Ling Xiao and Feng Yaorao was actually very small.
Naturally, he wasn't afraid of Feng Yaorao.
"Why should I die?"
Ling Xiao smiled and said, "There are many things in the True Devil Forbidden Area that I'm interested in. If I die so early, I won't be able to see them."
"Hehe, you're very confident. Unfortunately, your strength is too weak! Could it be that you didn't hear what I said outside? I'll kill everyone from your Yuehua School! "
Feng Yaorao also smiled indifferently, revealing a bit of ridicule and disdain. She even used her hands to fiddle with her hair. She didn't have any intention of guarding against Ling Xiao's sneak attack.
She really didn't put Ling Xiao in her eyes.
"You've killed Yuehua School's disciples before?"
Ling Xiao suddenly asked.
"I want to, but unfortunately, I've only met you so far. Your fellow disciples either ran away or used secret scrolls when they saw me. I didn't even have a chance to try."
Feng Yaorao sighed and said.
"Then you're lucky. Otherwise, your blood would have splattered everywhere!"
Ling Xiao said indifferently.
"Oh?"
A surprised expression appeared on Feng Yaorao's face.
She had already displayed eighty percent of her strength as a half-step Heavenly Venerable. It was impossible for the other party not to know, but he still dared to be so calm and confident in front of her.
Was this a bluff?
Or was he overconfident?
Or did he really have the strength to compete with her?
This question was very difficult to answer, but there was a more direct way.
Since she couldn't guess, she just had to make a move. Once she made a move, she would immediately know whether the other party was strong or weak.
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