Currently, the Sun was hanging high in the sky, shedding down warm sunlight. However, the coldness in everyone's heart could not be dispelled.
Everyone's eyes widened as they looked at the dead body on the ground and the calmly standing Ling Xian. Their faces were full of awe.
He killed a foundational cultivator of the advanced stage by simply flapping his sleeve?
Just how capable was he?
Everyone was shocked, especially Uncle Yong and Ou Yang Wan Er. They were shocked to a point where they couldn't be more shocked. They originally thought of Ling Xian as a lifesaver, a person subconsciously looking for help before death. They didn't realize how strong he was. But now, reality had proven his powerfulness.
As much as the two of them were shocked, they were also overjoyed. The leader of the group was the strongest, yet he had died under Ling Xian's sleeve. It was obvious that the rest of the pursuers were no opponents of his.
Feeling everyone's shocked stares, Ling Xian's expression remained calm and unwavering. With his capabilities today, even those of the beginning stage of the completion level could only defend against a few rebuttals. A foundational cultivator of the advanced stage, in his eyes, was no different than an ant.
"You … you dared to kill the leader." A man in black was full of fear. However, he pretended to be calm and shouted, "Young man, do you know you have gotten yourself into trouble you shouldn't have? The Bai Clan is not something you can provoke!"
"The Bai Clan?"
Ling Xian revealed a cold smile, "I sure want to try and see if in the end, I shouldn't provoke him or if he shouldn't provoke me."
"What an arrogant young man. Just you wait, the Bai Clan will not forgive you!" The man in black stared at Ling Xian with hatred. However, he knew very well that if even the leader was killed by Ling Xian with a flick of his sleeve, there was no way they could win against him.
Therefore, without hesitation, he called out to the others and flew up into the sky in an attempt to escape.
However, even if he wanted to leave, Ling Xian would not let him.
He and the Second Elder of the Bai Clan have been on opposing sides for a long time now. At this moment, he no longer showed any mercy and did not plan on letting these people go.
"Come back here."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Xian flapped around his sleeve. Instantly, the wind howled and the clouds in all four directions.
The seven or eight black-clothed figures had just risen into the air when they felt a huge pressure bearing down on them. They immediately spat out a mouthful of blood and fell from the sky.
It landed right in front of Uncle Yong and Ouyang Wan 'er.
"The smell of blood on these people is far too heavy. They must have killed many of your comrades. Therefore, I will hand them over to you. Kill them or let them go, it is up to you." Ling Xian spoke softly. In a flash, he returned to the giant tree.
"Haha, thank you, Young Master!"
Uncle Yong laughed out loud. But in the next second, his expression turned cold. He looked at the seven or eight men in front of him, and his eyes looked like they were about to spit fire.
Ouyang Wan 'er's face was also filled with anger. Her beautiful eyes were filled with bone-deep hatred.
Originally, when they escaped, there were dozens of clan disciples with them. Unfortunately, he had already been killed by these people along the way. Therefore, how could the two of them not hate him?
"Kill!"
Without wasting any time, Uncle Yong manipulated his Qi and slammed forward with his palms. Like a mountain, he engulfed the seven or eight men on the ground.
"It's over!"
The seven or eight men's faces were full of hopelessness. They wanted to use their Qi to defend, but Ling Xian's attack just now had ruined their cultivation.
In other words, they were now handicapped. What could they use to defend?
Seeing the hopelessness on these people's faces, Uncle Yong's face was full of satisfaction. His attacks became more aggressive and he slammed down with anger!
HOMMMM!
One palm slammed down, kicking up a cloud of dust.
After the dust settled, the seven or eight men's bones were all broken and their meridians were all broken. They could not be more dead.
"It seems like I did the right thing. To use such a cruel method to kill these people, there must be a blood feud between them. "Ling Xian leaned against the tree and stared at the two people before him. He softly sighed.
He was worried about the O Yang Clan's situation.
From O Yang Wan Er, one could tell that the daughter of the O Yang Clan Leader was forced to this extent. This alone was enough to prove how serious the O Yang Clan's situation was.
"Haha, old friend, I have finally avenged you. You can rest in peace now!"
After personally killing these people, Uncle Yong laughed out loud. As he laughed, tears began to roll down his cheeks. His best friend had died on the road and died under these people's knives. Now that he had avenged himself, he could no longer suppress the complex emotions he was feeling.
Ouyang Wan 'er was also crying tears of joy. Her pretty face was filled with the joy of revenge, and also a kind of ecstasy and relief of being saved.
At first, the two of them were prey and were full of fear and hopelessness. But now, their identities have been swapped with these people and they have become hunters. They have made these Bai Clan members die in fear and hopelessness.
Why wouldn't the two of them be happy?
All of this was thanks to Ling Xian. If he didn't make a move, these two would've died under the Bai Clan's knives. They wouldn't even be able to avenge themselves.
Uncle Yong and Ou Yang Wan Er understood this as well. They marched forward and arrived before the giant tree. Then, they bowed down to Ling Xian in unison.
"Thank you for saving our lives."
Sensing the two's sincere gratitude, Ling Xian grinned, "No need to be so polite. Just don't curse me in your heads."
Hearing this, the two of them remembered how they cursed Ling Xian for being a coward and felt a little awkward. O Yang Wan Er, in particular, was full of shame and wanted to find a hole to hide in.
At this moment, they finally understood one thing. That was, Ling Xian had no obligation to save them. He didn't help because it was his duty to do so.
As much as the two of them felt ashamed, they were also full of gratitude towards Ling Xian.
"Thank you for saving us. This is the daughter of the O Yang Clan Leader. We will thank you in the future." Uncle Yong paid his respect, his tanned face was full of gratitude.
"I did not save you because you want to thank me." Ling Xian shook his head, "Tell me, how is the O Yang Clan doing?"
"Aye …"
Mentioning this, the two of them sighed. The joy they felt from walking back from the edge of death disappeared and was replaced with sorrow.
"I won't lie to you. We escaped an hour ago. The situation back then was already very serious." Uncle Yong sighed deeply, "Now, it is even more serious."
"So you are saying we cannot delay any longer."
Ling Xian frowned. Though Uncle Yong didn't explain in detail, he could feel that the O Yang Clan's situation was extremely serious. They were on the verge of destruction.
"That's right. I wonder how the Bai Clan is so powerful. They sent out 12 completion levelled cultivators. The O Yang Clan only has eight completion levelled cultivators. There is no way we can fight!" Uncle Yong's fists tightened. But in the next second, he loosened them and became depressed.
O Yang Wan Er felt a deep sense of helplessness as well. There were 12 completion levelled cultivators. Every single one of them was extremely powerful. Anyone would feel powerless against them.
"12 completion levelled cultivators … no wonder the O Yang Clan is in such a sorry state. This capability sure is terrifying."
Ling Xian's heart dropped. This number was more than he expected. In other words, the mysterious person's capabilities were much more powerful than he imagined.
Therefore, he was feeling a lot of pressure.
"Yeah, twelve against eight. It's almost a one-sided fight." Uncle Yong's face was full of hopelessness. But he suddenly remembered how terrifying the handsome young man before him was. He couldn't help but smile, "Master, can you help us one more time?"
As soon as he spoke, O Yang Wan Er remembered how powerful Ling Xian was. As if she was grasping onto a life-saving straw, she begged, "Master, I am begging you, please save the O Yang Clan."
"12 completion levelled cultivators. What makes you think I will help?" Ling Xian shook his head with a smile.
Immediately, the two of them froze.
Yeah, it was 12 completion levelled cultivators. What right did they have to ask a stranger to save them? Who would be willing to help?
The two of them bitterly chuckled and gave up on the thought of begging. Ling Xian had saved them once, why would they ask him to put himself in danger?
Just as their hearts were filled with despair, a clear and bright laughter rang out, causing their eyes to instantly explode with a dazzling light.
"I agree to your request."
At those words, the two of them raised their heads, their eyes full of excitement.
"Master, you are saying you are willing to help us?" O Yang Wan Er stared at Ling Xian without blinking. She was somewhat hopeful and somewhat anxious.
Against the beauty's anxious gaze, Ling Xian faintly smiled, "Yes, I am somewhat related to this. Therefore, I cannot just sit and do nothing."
"That's great!" Ouyang Wan 'er was overjoyed. Her heart was filled with joy.
"Aye, I have to help." Ling Xian silently sighed. He stood up and shifted his gaze to the north.
The Bai Clan was his enemy and the O Yang Clan was his ally. Even if he only saved one completion levelled cultivator, it would increase his capability.
Therefore, he had to make a move.
"Alright, you guys wait here. I will try my best. How many people I can save will depend on the O Yang Clan. "Ling Xian softly sighed. Then, he called out to the Winged Blitz and disappeared before the two of them.
Staring at the silhouette that sliced across the sky, O Yang Wan Er was full of anticipation, "Uncle Yong, do you think he can save the O Yang Clan?"
"Aye, Miss, we were too reckless." Uncle Yong sighed deeply, "There are 12 completion levelled cultivators. Even if this young man is also a completion levelled cultivator, there is no way he can win against them. It is unknown whether or not he can return alive."
At those words, O Yang Wan Er acted as if she was struck by lightning and froze.
At this moment, she realized how reckless she was. There were 12 completion levelled cultivators there. It was truly a tiger's den!
Yet Ling Xian was going into the dragon's den alone. No matter how she looked at it, this was suicide!
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