Deep Mansion.
"I'm not killing anymore! Damn it, I'm not killing anymore! Sob sob … God of Killing! He's the real God of Killing! "
A Heavenly King assassin at the pinnacle of Xiantian Realm Level Six managed to escape from the inferno while Ling Yun was chasing the others. He was dashing madly towards the mountain ridge.
He was already scared out of his wits, and he couldn't even use his Qinggong properly. He was crying and running on all fours. All he wanted to do was to escape as far as possible.
"Ugh …"
This Heavenly King assassin's blood was already boiling. Now that he was agitated, he clutched his stomach and vomited as if it was his first time killing someone.
However, that was the end.
"Zheng!"
A sharp arrow pierced through his heart from the back and came out from his chest, nailing the killer's body to the rock!
This Heavenly King assassin's body trembled violently. His eyes bulged out, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He died on the spot!
But that was good. His nightmare was over.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
In the deep mansion, Ling Yun stood on a rooftop, nocked an arrow, and activated his Yin-Yang Eye. He aimed at the escaping assassins and shot wildly!
The arrow was like a shooting star!
As the bowstring buzzed, another four assassins died under his bow.
In just a short while, Ling Yun had killed more than ten people, including the King of Assassins.
This mansion had a total of six courtyards. At this moment, other than the front courtyard and the last courtyard where Ling Xiao was, the four courtyards in the middle had already been turned into a sea of fire. Everywhere the fire was, there were mutilated corpses that were burnt by the raging flames, emitting a burnt smell.
Now, other than Ling Yun, his son, and Marquis Edward, there was no one else in the deep mansion. Those assassins who should have died were long dead, and those who should have escaped were long gone!
Whether it was the Heavenly King assassin or the King of Assassins, they were like kindergarteners compared to Ling Yun.
No one dared to stay here. The assassins from the Assassins Group were already scared out of their wits by Ling Yun, just like the Heavenly King assassin.
"Eleven people still escaped. Forget it, that's all we can do for now."
Ling Yun put away the golden bow and silver arrows and madly circulated the Yin-Yang harmony balance to recover the Yin-Yang Qi in his body.
After all, Ling Yun was only one person. Even if he gave it his all, it would be impossible for him to kill all of them in a situation where the opponent was only thinking about escaping.
In Ling Yun's current situation, he wasn't afraid of being hit. He was only afraid that he wouldn't fight.
Three of the Kings of Assassins saw that the situation wasn't good and slipped away. There were also eight Xiantian Realm Level Six Heavenly Kings who escaped.
"Yun 'er, rest for a while. Sikong Tu should be here soon."
After all, Ling Xiao was at Houtian Realm Level Five. He used his Qinggong to come to Ling Yun's side and smiled.
Seeing Ling Yun's combat strength, Ling Xiao felt gratified after the initial shock. He knew that even if Ling Yun couldn't beat Sikong Tu, he could at least protect himself.
"Yes, it's fine. Grandpa and the others should be here soon."
Ling Yun panted slightly as he tried to regulate his churning blood. He didn't forget to comfort Ling Xiao at the same time as he waited for the strongest enemy.
The massacre just now had used up fifty percent of Ling Yun's True Qi. However, his energy center could generate True Qi on its own, so it naturally replenished twenty to thirty percent. Ling Yun also absorbed the skills of three Xiantian Realm masters during the battle. Therefore, Ling Yun's body was full of True Qi. It was just that his blood was churning.
The battle was imminent, so he naturally had to calm his blood and raise his condition to its peak.
"Your grandpa? He … "
Ling Xiao was a little anxious when he heard that Ling Lie was coming. He thought that the old man was only at Xiantian Realm Level One and had an old illness. What was the point of coming here?
"Father, don't worry. Grandpa is already at the late stages of Xiantian Realm Level Eight."
"Ah!"
Ling Xiao was stunned once again.
"Ling Family's vile spawn, don't be arrogant. I, Sikong Tu, am coming!"
While Ling Yun and his son were conversing, Sikong Tu had already rushed back. His entire body was shrouded in a black fog, and his figure streaked across the sky, heading straight for Ling Yun on the roof!
"Edward, protect my father!"
Seeing that his mortal enemy had finally arrived, Ling Yun was instantly enraged. His fighting spirit soared as he sent Ling Xiao to Edward's side with a gentle palm wind. At the same time, he soared into the sky like a dragon!
He went straight for Sikong Tu, who was rushing over from afar!
Under the illumination of the blazing flames, two black figures cut through the sky like meteors and collided with each other at the same time!
"Boom!"
Just as the two of them were about to collide, they made their moves at the same time. One of them punched while the other punched. The fist and the palm wind collided violently!
At this moment, Ling Yun used the Stellar Condensation Technique to protect himself. The Yin-Yang True Qi in his body circulated rapidly as he used the Tiangang Demon Fist to meet Sikong Tu's attack head-on!
The two forces collided with a loud bang and exploded, creating a loud explosion that shook the heavens and the earth. Gales swept through the land!
This was really the case of enemies meeting with red eyes!
After both of them used their strongest and most ferocious attacks, their figures were sent flying. One of them flew out of a courtyard before landing on the ground!
"Xiantian Realm Level Nine, definitely Xiantian Realm Level Nine!"
Ling Yun used only one punch to figure out Sikong Tu's realm.
In the past two months, Ling Yun had fought too many pinnacle Xiantian Eight masters and half a step into Xiantian Nine masters. With his rich experience, he had a clear understanding of the strength of ancient martial arts masters from Xiantian Realm Level Seven to Nine.
Without using any magical talismans, elixirs, or secret combat techniques, Ling Yun could fight a pinnacle Xiantian Eight or half a step into Xiantian Nine with his bare hands.
This was Ling Yun's evaluation of his pure combat strength.
Of course, his evaluation was based on the pinnacle battle with Chen Jianhao, who was half a step into Xiantian Nine at the Immortal Ridge.
At that time, Ling Yun was still at the pinnacle of Physique Tempering Stage Nine. However, in the battle with Chen Jianhao, he relied on the dragon saliva to replenish his strength and the Fire Talisman.
Ling Yun's victory over Chen Jianhao was a strenuous one. If he didn't drink the dragon saliva or use the Fire Talisman, that battle would have been a draw.
But now, he had advanced from the Physique Refinement Stage to the Qi Refinement Stage. He was already at the Qi Refinement Stage. Moreover, the Conception and Governing Vessels had been opened, and the True Qi in his body had formed a true Great Circulatory Cycle.
Therefore, if he met an opponent like Chen Jianhao again, he would definitely be able to beat him to the ground with his bare hands.
Then, what about a true Xiantian Realm Level Nine master?
Xiantian Realm Level Nine, but I wonder what level it is?
Ling Yun already had an idea of Sikong Tu's lower limit, but he wasn't afraid at all. That was because he wasn't fighting Sikong Tu with his bare hands.
This wasn't a martial arts exchange, but an irreconcilable enemy!
The moment he saw Sikong Tu, Ling Yun swore in his heart that he would take down Sikong Tu even if he had to use all his trump cards!
Kill him? How was that possible? Sikong Tu had tortured Ling Xiao to that extent. Killing him would be too easy on him!
Ling Yun had to settle this grudge with Sikong Tu slowly, bit by bit!
With that thought in mind, Ling Yun used his Yin-Yang harmony balance to dissolve all the hidden force that Sikong Tu had struck into his body. Then, his eyes hardened!
He flew up again!
"Again!"
Ling Yun's figure was like a meteor, piercing through the night sky once more, heading straight for Sikong Tu in the front yard!
"F * ck, I didn't eliminate the root of the problem back then. I've raised a tiger and brought disaster upon myself!"
Sikong Tu's blood churned from the impact of Ling Yun's punch. He didn't gain any advantage from that crazy collision just now!
There was no other reason than Ling Yun's strength was too great!
Ling Yun's punch just now carried the momentum of a mad dash and raised the strength of his arm to the limit. One arm had a force of 9,000 kilograms, and with the addition of the Tiangang Demon Fist …
Simply put, that punch was equivalent to the force of a fully loaded Steyr truck crashing into it at full speed.
Sikong Tu won in terms of skill, but lost in terms of strength!
"Looks like this vile spawn wasn't lying when he said that Wuji was in his hands. This strength is too great."
Sikong Tu's heart shuddered. Seeing Ling Yun pouncing at him again, he didn't choose to meet it head-on. Instead, his figure flashed and floated away.
As one of the Devil Sect's guardians, Sikong Tu had many ways to deal with his enemies. There was no need for him to meet Ling Yun head-on.
Using one's weakness to attack the enemy's strength was a moronic act.
However, by dodging like that, he lost to Ling Yun in terms of momentum.
Ling Yun had just completed the Hundred Slaughter, and his entire body was filled with murderous intent. That kind of murderous intent had already reached its peak. That invincible and domineering momentum directly trampled on Sikong Tu.
Sikong Tu didn't meet the attack. Ling Yun floated down and faced his opponent.
"What, you don't dare to meet it?" Ling Yun said indifferently.
At this moment, Sikong Tu's two sons, Sikong Wuqing and Sikong Wuhen, arrived.
"F * ck, what the f * ck is going on? Has the entire family been annihilated? "
Sikong Wuhen's bear-like body flew through the air. He only took a glance at the deep house in the air and was immediately dumbfounded.
"I expected it. The Capital City branch was annihilated by him alone."
The corner of Sikong Wuqing's mouth twitched, but he didn't look at the mountains of corpses and seas of fire in the courtyard. Instead, he stared intently at Ling Yun, who was confronting Sikong Tu in the front yard.
"F * ck, then won't the two of us be commanders without an army in the future?!"
Sikong Wuhen landed and came to Sikong Tu's side. He stared at Sikong Wuqing with his bear-like eyes and asked.
Sikong Wuqing ignored him.
Edward spread his wings and flew to the front yard with Ling Xiao on his back. However, he stopped tens of meters in the air and didn't come down.
Three against three.
Both sides were in a stalemate.
Wrapped in a cloud of black mist, Sikong Tu naturally saw Ling Xiao on Edward's back. A sinister and ruthless look flashed across his eyes.
"Ling Xiao, who would have thought that you would still be able to survive in such a situation? You are really lucky!"
Ling Xiao smiled slightly. "Yes, I didn't expect it either. But who asked me to have a good son?"
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