"I know you have six undefeatable realms. In terms of battling capabilities, even 10 of me is no opponent of yours. However, I have no plans to fight against you. "
After he spoke those words, Ling Xian frowned. He didn't unleash the Disorder Conquering Fists.
Because the man knew he had six undefeatable realms, yet he remained calm. This meant he was confident.
Thus, Ling Xian dialed himself up to his peak state and waited.
"It's useless. You cannot defend against my techniques."
The man was arrogant as he stared at Ling Xian as if he was looking at a dead man.
There was no disdain or mockery in his eyes. But it was this calm gaze that infuriated others.
Ling Xian's eyes turned cold. Ever since he began his cultivation journey, he has encountered far too many powerful enemies. In the beginning, none of them thought anything of him. But this man was the only one who truly ignored him.
Therefore, why wouldn't he be angry?
"Ever since I began my cultivation journey, many people have looked down on me. But in the end, they all fell into my hands."
Ling Xian's eyes shot out electricity and his black hair danced in the wind. Like a demon, he looked down on the world.
"This time is an exception. Killing you is as easy as flipping my palm." The man's expression was cold and he didn't think anything of Ling Xian.
"You can try." Ling Xian's eyes were cold and his killer's intent was faintly discernible.
"I will give you one last chance. Leave. Or else I promise you that you will die a horrible death." For the first time, the man smiled. His smile was cold.
"Less bullsh * t. I really want to see what makes you so confident."
Ling Xian stood with his hands behind his back. Heavenly light circled around his body, making him look like a descendant of a God.
"Since you want to die, then I will fulfill your wish."
The man smiled proudly. Black air rose from his palm. It was as black as ink and as eerie as a demon.
It was an indescribable eeriness. Similar to Youdu, it was eerie and mysterious.
Then, the black air howled and entered between Ling Xian's brows in a lightning speed.
It was far too fast. Even someone as powerful as Ling Xian couldn't react in time.
This made Zhong Lingxiu's face turn white and her body tremble uncontrollably.
To her, Ling Xian was like an undefeatable God. With him here, she felt safe. Especially under the circumstances that Zi Yuan and the others had died, he was her only reliance.
However, he had been defeated by the man in one strike. How could Zhong Lingxiu not feel terrified?
Ling Xian's expression changed as well.
It was too fast. This was definitely the fastest technique he had ever seen in his life. Even Taba Liufeng's Time Acceleration was not as fast as this technique.
When he realized what the black gas was, his expression changed even more.
Curse!
The most troublesome and terrifying curse in the universe!
Therefore, Ling Xian's expression changed. But in the next second, he suddenly smiled. It was as if he had seen the funniest thing in the world, and he couldn't control himself at all.
"He really is an idiot. To think that he can still smile when death is at hand."
The man glared at Ling Xian with disdain and arrogance.
Ling Xian was a monster with six undefeatable realms. Under normal circumstances, even 10 of him wouldn't be his opponent. However, at this moment, he was about to die in his hands. Anyone in his place would inevitably feel a little proud.
"Who said I am at death's door?" Ling Xian shook his head and chuckled. His entire body had completely relaxed and was no longer nervous.
"The name of this curse is the Fallen Hundred Steps. It is a very cliché name. However, it is famous throughout the Xuan Wu Continent. Everyone's expression changes when they speak of it."
"Just like its name, a hundred steps, in other words, after a hundred breaths, you will definitely die."
"Even a Perfected Golden Immortal can't save your life."
The man's expression was emotionless. The way he looked at Ling Xian was like he was looking at a dead man.
Zhong Lingxiu thought so as well.
What could she do? The Fallen Hundred Steps was far too famous and far too powerful. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that even a seventh leveled cultivator cannot last more than 100 breaths.
Once the time is up, no matter how strong one's vitality is, one's body will crumble and disappear with the wind.
"Is that so? Then you can count and see if I can last more than 100 breaths." Ling Xian had a faint smile on his lips.
His calm demeanor made it seem like he wasn't cursed at all. Or in other words, he had already gotten rid of the curse.
"I like counting backwards, especially the countdown that signifies the end of one's life." The man laughed mockingly and began to count.
Every time he counted, Zhong Lingxiu's hopelessness intensified. However, Ling Xian's smile only deepened.
That smile was filled with many emotions. It was complicated and difficult to understand. But two things were certain. One was mockery, two was coldness.
This made the man frown. He couldn't understand why Ling Xian could still smile when he knew he was going to die.
However, he was too lazy to think about it. After all, those who were hit by the Fallen Hundred Steps cannot survive.
This was something the entire world agreed on!
Therefore, the man's expression didn't change as he continued to count slowly. His mockery was heavy.
Ling Xian was the same.
Listening to what the man thought was the sound of death, there was no fear on his face. There was only mockery.
Very quickly, 100 breaths were up. The man fell into a state of shock.
This was because Ling Xian didn't disappear with the wind like he had imagined. Instead, he was standing there perfectly fine. There was nothing out of the ordinary.
This created a giant wave in the man's heart. His usual calmness and arrogance turned into shock. His arrogance froze on his face.
Zhong Lingxiu reacted the same way.
She covered her mouth with her tiny hand and widened her eyes. She was shocked to the extreme.
To know that the Fallen Hundred Steps was a terrifying curse. Even those of the seventh level cannot last more than 100 breaths.
Yet now, 100 breaths had passed and Ling Xian was unharmed. How unbelievable was this?
"Impossible!"
The man screamed into the sky. His handsome face lost its previous calmness. Instead, it turned ferocious and terrifying.
He stared deadly at Ling Xian and clenched his teeth, "Impossible. You were hit by the Fallen Hundred Steps. There is no way you can last more than 100 breaths!"
"What you said is impossible is right before your eyes. Are you still unwilling to accept it?"
Ling Xian grinned, "It is true that I was hit by the Fallen Hundred Steps. But who told you that I will definitely die?"
"Impossible, this must be an illusion. There is no way you are fine!" The man was going insane, unable to accept this cruel reality.
This was far too hard to believe. The Fallen Hundred Steps was a curse that everyone's expression changed. Even the powerhouses of the Xuan Wu Continent avoided it like a snake or a scorpion. Yet Ling Xian was safe and sound. Nobody could accept this.
"What a pitiful person. You cannot even accept failure. You are destined not to achieve much."
Ling Xian glared at him. The Fallen Hundred Steps was truly terrifying. It was true that he had no power to resist.
The reason why he was able to remain unscathed was because something unimaginable had happened.
The moment the Fallen Hundred Steps entered his body, the Curse of Heaven's Abyss poured out and consumed all the black energy.
What could he do? The Curse of Heaven's Abyss was a dominating curse that even the Emperor of God could do nothing about. Though the Fallen Hundred Steps was powerful, it was no opponent of the curse.
Therefore, Ling Xian was the same as not being hit by the Fallen Hundred Steps. Naturally, he would not disappear with the wind.
"No. Even if you can accept failure, you will not achieve anything."
Ling Xian erased his smile and uttered out a cold statement.
"Because your life ends here."
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