Inside the tomb, the middle-aged man's revelation of Ling Xian's identity stunned everyone here.
Not even in their dreams did they think that the ordinary looking man before them was Ling Xian, the one the warmongers hated to their bones!
"So you saw through me …" Ling Xian softly sighed. He had predicted that the Art of Changing Heaven and Earth cannot be hidden from the Supremes.
After all, there was a difference of three levels. No matter how mysterious the Art of Changing Heaven and Earth is, it cannot be hidden from the Supremes.
At once, Ling Xian deactivated the Art of Changing Heaven and Earth and revealed his real face.
Then, he shifted his gaze towards Ming Luo and grinned, "Long time no see."
"If I knew you would ruin the Sanctuary's plan, I would've killed you back then." Ming Luo stared at Ling Xian.
"Sadly, you couldn't kill me." Ling Xian softly grinned. Back then, he truly was no opponent of Ming Luo's. After all, they were two levels apart.
However, he had defended against five attacks from this person. This was without a doubt, shocking the world.
"It's not too late to kill you now." Ming Luo's gaze was cold and full of killer's intent.
"You don't have the capability." Ling Xian faintly smiled and was at ease.
Ming Luo's cultivation was at the beginning stage of the sage realm and his foundation was the eight undefeatable realms. Breaking through all three realms posed no threat to him.
"Back then, I could cripple you. Today, I can do the same." Ming Luo spoke emotionlessly. His ferocious demeanor poured out of him like a God looking down on all nine levels of heaven.
"A scholar who hasn't seen each other for three days must be treated differently. Plus, it's been so many years."
Ling Xian shook his head and chuckled. Back then, he was two levels lower than Ming Luo. Today, his cultivation level was the same as Ming Luo's.
Based on this alone, he was stronger than Ming Luo!
"Let me."
The middle-aged man glared at Ling Xian, "Meeting me is the biggest misfortune of your life."
"You are wrong. I am very lucky that you are a Supremacy."
Ling Xian's expression was normal. If the middle-aged man was of the advanced stage of the sage realm, then it would be troublesome. But this person was a Supremacy, so there was nothing to worry about.
"Did water enter your brain?" The middle-aged man frowned.
The skinny elder thought Ling Xian was dumb as well. He was glad that the middle-aged man was a Supremacy.
"I'm not the one with a screw loose." Ling Xian smiled. The leader of the Saint Sunset Mountain made a bet with the leader of the pro-war faction. Powerhouses above the Supremes cannot attack him.
In other words, the middle-aged man was just a decoration.
"What a joke. If it wasn't you, would it be me?" The middle-aged man sneered.
"It really is you."
Ling Xian grinned, "As a God, you must know about the bet between the leader of the Saint Sunset Mountain and the war faction's leader."
"What bet?" The middle-aged man was startled. He had just come out of seclusion yesterday and then rushed here, so he naturally didn't know about the bet.
"Third Uncle, you can't attack him." Ming Luo smiled bitterly and briefly explained the bet.
The middle-aged man's mocking smile froze on his face. He finally understood why Ling Xian was so calm.
In a situation where he could only watch and not attack, who would be afraid of him?
The skinny old man also understood and could not help but heave a sigh of relief.
He wasn't in the pro-war faction and he was friends with Ling Xian. Naturally, he didn't want anything to happen to him.
"Now you know who's out of his mind." Ling Xian teased.
"Dammit!"
The middle-aged man's expression darkened, "Young man, don't think that because of the bet, I won't dare to attack you. If I kill you, nobody will know."
"You should know what an enlightened being is capable of. Ignoring the fact that if you kill me, the leader of the Saint Sunset Mountain won't come after you."
"Because you ruined the bet, the Ming Clan's leader won't forgive you."
Ling Xian's expression was calm. To be able to make the invincible leader compromise, it was not hard to imagine how important that treasure was.
If the middle-aged man ruined the bet, even if he was from the Ming Clan, he wouldn't be able to escape death.
"You!" The middle-aged man was enraged but had no words to argue.
Just like Ling Xian said, if he dared to ruin the bet, even if the leader of the Saint Sunset Mountain doesn't attack, the Ming Clan's leader will kill him.
"What about me?" Ling Xian glared at the middle-aged man, "Stand on the side and watch."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man's lungs were about to explode. He was an influential God and a member of the Ming Clan. Who dared to talk to him like this?
Therefore, he shifted his gaze towards Ming Luo, "I want him to wish he was dead."
"Third Uncle, do not worry. After I capture him, I will hand him over to you."
Ming Luo's expression was cold, "Back then, I only used five moves to cripple you. I wonder how many moves you can block now?"
"You have the nerve to talk about the past?"
Ling Xian shook his head with a smile, "Back then, I was two levels lower than you, yet I stopped five of your moves. To you, is that something to be proud of?"
Hearing this, Ming Luo's expression darkened and he had nothing to say.
That was a difference of two levels that could be solved with one move. He used five moves and still couldn't kill Ling Xian. Without a doubt, it was embarrassing.
"Today, I will be honored."
Ming Luo's eyes were cold, "As long as I kill you, I will be a hero of the war faction!"
"You are not destined to be a hero, and honor has nothing to do with you." Ling Xian's expression was emotionless. He had eight undefeatable realms. Defeating Ming Luo was as easy as flipping his palm.
Therefore, he pointed out a finger that pierced through the void and shook up the earth.
The terrifying Qi made Ming Luo lose his composure and he quickly used the Ming Clan's forbidden technique.
Black energy roared and the demonic silhouette appeared. Like a demon, it shocked the world and swept across the sky.
However, after a second, the demonic silhouette disappeared.
Ming Luo puked out blood and stumbled back seven steps.
It wasn't that this technique was too weak, it was that Ling Xian was too strong. To him, Ming Luo no longer had the right to fight against him.
"Impossible, this is impossible!"
Ming Luo's expression was sluggish. He couldn't believe that he couldn't even defend against one move from Ling Xian!
The elder in green and the skinny elder were also stunned.
Ming Luo was the strongest descendant of the Ming Clan. Yet he was injured by one move from Ling Xian. How shocking was this?
"Back then, I was two levels lower than you, yet I stopped five of your moves."
"Today, I broke through two levels more than you. Tell me, how many of my moves can you stop?"
Ling Xian's expression was emotionless. Like a God, he looked down on all nine levels of heaven and all 10 levels of hell.
"You broke through all five levels …" Ming Luo stared at Ling Xian. There was shock, anger, and bitterness.
"You didn't answer my question."
"Oh well, let the facts answer my question."
Ling Xian spoke softly. He threw out a punch, displaying his undefeatable demeanor.
BOOOM!
An infinite amount of heavenly light shot through the cloud and shocked the world. Though Ming Luo used a forbidden technique, he was still puking out blood and his physical body was cracking open.
What could he do? Ling Xian was far too powerful. He had no right to fight against him!
"It looks like you can only block two moves."
Ling Xian's gaze was dark. Ming Luo's physical body was already cracked open. If he throws another punch, this person will die for sure.
"Dammit!"
Ming Luo howled. He was the strongest descendant of the Ming Clan. Yet he was injured by Ling Xian after two moves. This was without a doubt, a huge humiliation!
Thus, he used a technique that increased his capabilities. His strength immediately increased by 20 times!
"Die!"
Ming Luo's black hair tussled in the wind. His spear pierced through the sky and shook the earth.
Sadly, what he got in return was an even crueler attack.
Ling Xian merely slammed forward with his palm and crushed his spear. At the same time, his spear was torn apart and he was on the verge of disintegrating.
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