In the mountain behind the real phoenixes, Ling Xian was covered in blood and was shaking.
His face was white like paper and his eyes were dim. It was obvious that his life was hanging by a thread.
However, he was standing.
Feng Qiudao, on the other hand, was lying on the ground, bleeding profusely.
This meant he had lost. He had lost to Ling Xian.
"I must be seeing things. I must be seeing things. How could Feng Qiu Dao lose?"
"Even against the strongest descendant of the real dragon kind, Feng Qiu Dao would not lose. How could he lose to a human?"
"Unbelievable! To think that he would lose to a human! This is way too unbelievable!"
All the real phoenixes were exclaiming in shock.
Feng Qiu Dao was a genius with abilities that surpassed all his peers. Only the strongest descendant of the real dragon kind could compete against him.
Yet here he was, defeated. He was defeated by a human. This was unbelievable!
"Ehem, ehem, ever since I started my cultivation journey, I have never tasted defeat."
"I cannot believe I would lose to you."
Feng Qiu Dao puked out blood. His eyes dimmed and he found it hard to hide his bitterness.
If he had lost a few times, then he wouldn't care. But this was his first time. Anyone would find it hard to accept this.
"Against someone of the same level, you are the first person to beat me up so badly." Ling Xian exclaimed. He had to admit Feng Qiu Dao's powerfulness.
Against someone of the same level, this person was definitely the strongest opponent he's ever faced. Even the young Godly King could not compare to him.
"But, you're better."
Feng Qiu Dao looked at Ling Xian. There was unwillingness and respect.
He had given it his all and yet he could not win against Ling Xian. Naturally, he had to admit defeat.
"I was lucky." Ling Xian faintly grinned. He was at ease and radiant.
"The battle between you and me does not rely on luck."
"A win is a win. A loss is a loss."
Feng Qiudao let out a long sigh, "I will not challenge Huang Jiu Ge anymore. When I defeat you, I will challenge her."
"I will wait."
Ling Xian grinned. Though he was covered in blood and wounds, his undefeatable demeanor made all the real phoenixes admire him.
Before, they didn't think much of Ling Xian. But now, nobody dared to underestimate him.
Even Feng Qiu Dao lost to him. This alone was enough to prove how powerful Ling Xian was!
"This is unbelievable. Is he really a human?"
"Why do I feel like he's a pure-blooded True Dragon? No, he's a Sky Demon."
"I think so too. To think that the weak human race could suppress the strongest descendant of our race. This is too unbelievable."
"If this gets out, the entire Fiend Star will be shocked!"
All the real phoenixes sighed. Even though the truth was right in front of them, they still found it hard to believe.
This was truly too unimaginable. A pure-blooded True Phoenix that could sweep through all of its peers was actually defeated by a human. This simply toppled their understanding!
If they knew that back at the School of Chaos's Tower of Hundred Battles, Ling Xian had defeated the entire foreign kind. Even pure-blooded dragons, ancient beasts, had lost to him, they would be so shocked their brains would go blank.
"When I break through the limit and become a Sky Beast, I will fight you again." Feng Qiu Dao stared at Ling Xian and memorized his face.
Then, he turned back into his human form and left with difficulty.
At this, all the real phoenixes exclaimed. They knew that Ling Xian had become a shadow in Feng Qiu Dao's heart. If he can't get rid of him, then Feng Qiu Dao's cultivation journey will end here.
"A weak human can become the shadow of our strongest descendant. This is insane." An elder in grey exclaimed. The way he looked at Ling Xian was complex.
There was shock, killer's intent, and a trace of respect.
The other real phoenixes reacted the same way.
Though they didn't like Ling Xian, they had to admit that he was a talented young man.
"Everyone, let's seal this news. I don't want the real phoenix kind to become a laughing stock." An elder in black had a dark expression.
"We can't seal it. Even if we can, there's no need to."
The elder in grey softly sighed, "A loss is a loss. Could it be that the real phoenix kind can't afford to lose?"
Hearing this, the elder in black opened his mouth. He wanted to argue but couldn't find the words.
"If the people of the world want to laugh, then let them."
"How can the honor of the real phoenix kind be decided by a battle of the eighth level?"
The elder in grey looked at Ling Xian, "It's been a long time since I've seen such an outstanding human like you. I really want to know how far you can go in the future."
Hearing this, Ling Xian softly smiled but didn't say anything.
He didn't know how far he can go in the future. But he was certain that he will try his best to move forward.
"Before long, your name will shake the entire planet. Then, many people will come looking for you."
"Even the strongest descendant of the real dragon kind won't be able to hold it in."
The elder in grey smiled, "So, be careful."
Then, his silhouette faded and disappeared.
The other real phoenixes left one after another, which meant the battle had ended.
However, the storm didn't stop.
Feng Qiu Dao was a top levelled cultivator on the planet. His every move was being watched.
Therefore, it wasn't hard to imagine what kind of wave would be created when the news of him losing to Ling Xian gets out. How many geniuses will come looking for Ling Xian?
"My head hurts." Ling Xian softly sighed, feeling helpless.
It wasn't that he was afraid of the battle, it was that it was too troublesome.
"Tsk, tsk, Ling Xian, you will soon be famous on the planet. Aren't you happy?" Thief of the World teased.
"You think I will be happy?" Ling Xian bitterly smiled and swallowed a healing Dan to heal his broken physical body.
He was heavily injured. Not only were his meridians and bones broken, but his organs were also severely damaged.
Luckily, he had ancient majestic blood and was an alchemist. Or else he would need to rest for at least half a year to fully recover.
"This is a great thing. Only a weirdo like you finds it annoying." Thief of the World rolled his eyes, "How are your injuries?"
"I won't die." Ling Xian shook his head and closed his eyes to heal. He didn't speak anymore.
Thief of the World didn't speak either and waited patiently.
Time passed by little by little. After three months, Ling Xian's injuries were mostly healed. Though they weren't completely healed, they no longer affected his battling abilities.
Just then, the space shook. Then, the silhouette of an immortal walked out. Her beauty was out of this world.
It was Feng Jiu Ge.
Her cultivation level had broken through to the advanced stage of the unworldly realm and the completion level. She had gained a lot.
This made Ling Xian smile, "Not bad, I didn't come for nothing."
"It's all thanks to you, Master. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be where I am today."
Feng Jiu Ge smiled gently. Seeing the blood all over Ling Xian, her expression changed.
She walked before Ling Xian in one step and asked with concern, "Master, what happened?"
"Nothing, we just fought." Ling Xian waved his hand.
"Yes, we just fought. However, the opponent was the strongest descendant of the Real Phoenix kind." Thief of the World said softly.
"Feng Qiu Dao?"
Feng Jiu Ge's expression changed. She didn't think that while she was in isolation, Ling Xian had fought against Feng Qiu Dao.
"That's him. Your Master showed off his prowess and defeated him." Thief of the World pouted.
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