Dark clouds covered the sky and covered the Sun.
Countless silhouettes appeared. All of them were heavy and their demeanor was monstrous.
The leader was mysterious and extraordinary. Holding onto a spear, he stared down at everyone like a demon.
It was Ming Luo's Highness.
This made everyone's expression change. All of them had a serious expression as if they were facing a great enemy.
Ling Xian stopped as well. Staring at the demonic Ming Luo's Highness, his eyes were heavy.
Then, he shifted his gaze towards Qin Wu Ya and said softly, "Do you still want to fight?"
Hearing this, Qin Wu Ya glared at Ling Xian. He wanted to make a move, but he didn't dare to.
He finally understood that he was no opponent of Ling Xian's. If he continues, he will only be humiliating himself. He may even lose his life!
Therefore, he didn't say anything. It was a silent agreement.
This silenced everyone from the Qin Emperor Clan. They were also in awe.
Not even in their dreams did they think that Ling Xian could make Qin Wu Ya admit defeat.
Remember that this person was a powerhouse at the peak of the Reasoning Path. Even in the entire Qin Emperor Clan, he was highly respected. Yet he was beaten by Ling Xian until he admitted defeat. How unbelievable was this?
Everyone exclaimed and the way they looked at Ling Xian was full of respect. Even the other elder, who did not pale next to Qin Wu Ya, had some fear in his eyes.
Of course, there was still killer's intent.
Everyone from the Qin Emperor Clan wanted to skin Ling Xian alive. But the most important thing right now was to deal with Crown Prince Ming Luo.
To have an internal conflict right now was not a smart move.
"This has come to an end. Our feud is over. Let's end it here."
"Of course, if you don't want to, I can keep you company."
"But, now is not the time."
Ling Xian glared at Qin Wu Ya and then shifted his gaze to Qin Che, "And you, you better not provoke me again. Or else I will kill you even if you are the son of the God Emperor."
Hearing this, Qin Che shuddered. Though his heart was full of hatred, he didn't dare to show it.
Ling Xian had left a shadow in his heart. Even if he was given 100 guts, he wouldn't dare to act presumptuously.
"The internal problem is solved. Now, it's the external problem."
Ling Xian mumbled to himself and stared at Ming Luo, "Long time no see."
"Eight years is not a long time."
Ming Luo held onto his spear and stood proudly. He stared at Ling Xian, "Since you ran away, why did you come back?"
"I never left the Valley of Qing Yun. I was merely in isolation." Ling Xian's expression was calm.
"Then I can only say that you're very unfortunate. You're going to die the moment you come out of seclusion." The Ming Luo Holy Son looked down from above as if he was looking at an ant.
"You're wrong, I'm the Yellow Springs Guide."
Ling Xian softly grinned, "Your guide."
"With your mid-stage Dao Reasoning strength?" Ming Luo's eyes were deep.
"That's enough." Ling Xian grinned. If this was before, he naturally wouldn't be able to win against Ming Luo.
After all, there was still a small gap between them.
But now, he had the strength to fight!
"Even if you are at the same level as me, it is still not enough," Ming Luo said indifferently. The divine spear was as heavy as a mountain, and even the void was crushed.
This changed everyone's expression. Even Qin Wu Ya and the cultivator at the peak of the Dao Reasoning Realm were full of fear.
In these eight years, they've fought against Ming Luo more than once. Even when fighting two against one, they couldn't gain the upper hand.
What could they do? Ming Luo was far too powerful. He was without a doubt a candidate for the God's Emperor. He was even comparable to the legendary Son of God!
"I'll find out after I try."
Ling Xian had a faint smile on his lips. Looking at the people behind Ming Luo, his gaze couldn't help but freeze.
There were far too many. There were 19 of them. Without an exception, they were all of the seventh level. On his side, there were only 13 cultivators of the Dao Reasoning Realm.
The difference between them was like the difference between cloud and mud. If they start a war, all of them will be wiped out.
Therefore, Ling Xian squinted his eyes and came up with a plan.
Then, he grinned, "Since you are so confident, why don't we make a bet."
"Let's hear it." Ming Luo's voice was cold.
"It's simple. One round to determine the winner."
"You and I fight one on one. If I win, you retreat your troops and cannot invade for three years."
"If I lose, you can do whatever you want to me. The same goes for them."
Ling Xian erased his smile. His tone was powerful and powerful.
This made Qin Wu Ya and them change their expressions. Before Ming Luo could speak, they spoke first.
"Impossible! There is no way we will put our lives in your hands! "
"What right do you have to represent us? You are unreasonable! "
"If you want to fight, then do it on your own. Don't drag us into it!"
Hearing this, Ming Luo smiled. He teasingly looked at Ling Xian, "It seems like you don't have enough authority."
"That's not something you should worry about. You only need to answer me. Are you willing or not?" Ling Xian's expression was calm.
"Let's wait until you have a consensus," Ming Luo's Holy Son said softly.
Hearing this, Ling Xian shifted his gaze towards Qin Wu Ya and them, "I will ask you two questions. One, if we start a war, do you think you can stop 19 cultivators of the Dao Reasoning Realm? Two, who dares to fight Ming Luo's Holy Son one on one? "
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone fell silent.
The answer was obvious. If they start a war, it would be difficult for everyone to escape death. As for fighting Ming Luo's Holy Son one on one, they had no ability. They didn't even have the courage.
"My suggestion is the only way right now. I am also the only one who can fight against Ming Luo's Holy Son."
"If you don't agree, then you can only wait for death. If you agree, then you will have a ray of hope."
"How you choose is up to you."
Ling Xian glared at everyone.
"Dammit!" Qin Wu Ya was furious but he couldn't argue.
Everyone else reacted the same way.
Ling Xian was right. If they agree, then they will have a ray of hope. If they don't, then they will die.
"I am willing to give my life to you!" Feng Xing shouted, leading the way.
Immediately, "I am willing" echoed through the clouds. In the end, everyone from the Qin Clan agreed as well.
They had no choice. This was the only way and they had to hold onto it tightly.
"Very well, you will not regret this decision."
Ling Xian spoke in a low voice and shifted his gaze towards Ming Luo's Holy Son, "Now, it's time for you to make a decision."
"Interesting."
Ming Luo's Holy Son smiled and turned around to look at the sky demons, "What do you think?"
"The Holy Son's decision is our decision."
Someone spoke, "I firmly believe that the Holy Son can easily defeat this person and take over the Valley of Qing Yun."
"That's right. This young man's suggestion is very good. It saves us a lot of time and effort."
Everyone else nodded in agreement.
"Haha, well said!"
Ming Luo's Holy Son laughed out loud and looked at Ling Xian, "I can agree to you. We will fight to the death."
"Then swear to the heavens." Ling Xian looked at Ming Luo's Holy Son meaningfully, "I am very suspicious of your trustworthiness."
"I feel the same way about you."
Ming Luo's eyes turned cold and he swore to the heavens that if he loses, he will not step foot into the Valley of Qing Yun for three years.
Ling Xian did the same.
Then, his expression turned cold. His white robe fluttered in the wind and two simple words echoed throughout the world.
"Let's fight!"
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