"No, it's not like that. I was forced to come." The rabbit quickly explained. It stared at Ling Xian pitifully, afraid that he would kill it.
Ling Xian nodded. That made sense. From the beginning to the end, he had never seen this rabbit attack him. Its breathing was also very weak. Even a cultivator of the first level of the meditation level would be stronger than this rabbit. How dare it come after him? Even if it wanted to commit suicide, it didn't have to resort to such a method.
The rabbit's fur was white as snow and as soft as silk. It stared at Ling Xian with its bright eyes. It was a little uneasy and cautious. It cupped its hands together and asked timidly, "Can … can you please not kill me?"
"Since you are not here to kill me, and you did not attack me, then I will let you live." Ling Xian chuckled. He felt that the rabbit in front of him was very cute. He squatted down and reached out his hand to pat its head. The white rabbit was so scared that it quickly retreated. However, as if remembering how terrifying this demon was, it unwillingly moved its feet and placed its head under Ling Xian's hand that was suspended in midair.
"Are you afraid of me?" Ling Xian patted its head. It felt very good.
The rabbit first nodded, then shook its head. Its bright eyes were full of fear as it looked down at its paws.
Ling Xian grinned. The murderous intent in the air dissipated into thin air. Looking at the cute little girl, he smiled, "Don't worry, I won't hurt you."
"Really?"
The little guy was very innocent. After hearing Ling Xian's solemn promise, its fear disappeared without a trace. It smiled innocently and took out a carrot-shaped spiritual medicine from who knows where. It handed it to Ling Xian in a flattering manner.
"An eighth realm spiritual medicine?"
Ling Xian was a little surprised. This little guy was not simple. Even though its breathing was weak, to be able to casually take out a spiritual medicine of the eighth realm, either it was extremely lucky, or it was very capable. But then, he lost his composure and chuckled, thinking that he was being a little paranoid.
The white rabbit's breathing was weak as it crawled on the ground. Its gem-like eyes were full of fear as it stared at Ling Xian. This rabbit was not even a beast, how could it be so strong?
Ling Xian did not take the spiritual medicine. Instead, he patted its head and said, "Okay, go back and tell the crane that if you want to kill me, do it yourself. I, Ling Xian, will play with you."
Then, he stood up, flapped his wings, and flew into the sky.
After a long battle, the Thousand-Mile Crane had already disappeared without a trace. Fortunately, he had already planted a trace of his Spiritual Strength in the Thousand-Mile Crane. Using the connection between the two, he could easily find the Thousand-Mile Crane.
After a while, Ling Xian flapped his wings, turned into a ray of light, and flew towards the west.
Because his speed was too fast, with the little white rabbit's eyesight, it could barely see the afterimages he left behind. The little fellow looked at the gradually disappearing figure, and a trace of curiosity flashed in its big bright eyes. It thought to itself that this Demon King wasn't as cruel as they said, and didn't seem like a bad person.
The little fellow placed the colorful elixir next to his mouth and swallowed it in a few mouthfuls. He smiled in satisfaction and then skipped away into the distance.
It was going to deliver Ling Xian's message to the crane.
...
This was a lush, dense forest with towering ancient trees.
This place was exuberant with lush foliage and exuberant with vitality. It was like the last ray of the bloody setting sun had scattered down, passing through the towering trees and illuminating the mottled shadows of the trees.
However, what was supposed to be a peaceful forest was now a scene of a fierce and chaotic battle.
The two sides of the battle were the Ling Clan and the Fang Clan.
According to the Fang Clan Leader's original plan, they were to wait for everyone to gather before launching the attack. However, after waiting for a long time and seeing no trace of Fang Yun, the strongest genius of the Fang Clan, Fang Han, who had a qi level of seven, lost his patience. Half an hour ago, he surrounded the Ling Clan and launched a fierce attack.
In his mind, the strongest person in the Ling Clan this year was only at the sixth layer of qi training. He himself was already at the seventh layer of qi training. Behind him were two cultivators at the sixth layer of qi training and six cultivators at the fifth layer of qi training. It was obvious who would win and who would lose.
The result was just as he had expected.
After a blood-soaked battle, in less than an hour, most of the Ling Family's people were covered in wounds, and could only bitterly hold on with the help of their companions. Only a few people were still fighting with the experts of the Fang Family, maintaining a state of stalemate.
Fortunately, up until now, there had been no casualties among the ten Ling Clan disciples who had entered the Secret Territory.
At this moment, Ling Fei's face was covered in frost. She held a three-foot-long sword in her hand and was fighting with a young man from the Fang Clan. Both of them had the same level of cultivation and the techniques they practiced were similar. Therefore, it was difficult to tell who had the upper hand.
The Ling Clan's other Qi Practitioner, Ling Feng, was holding back another Qi Practitioner of the Fang Clan, who was also at the sixth layer. However, because he was from a branch family, he was at a disadvantage because of his inferior cultivation method. He could only barely hold his opponent back and would not be defeated in a short period of time.
As for Ling Tian Xiang and Ling Zhan, they were fighting together against the number one genius of the Fang Clan, Fang Han!
However, the two of them were not in good shape. Their clothes were tattered, and blood was dripping from many places. It was obvious that they would not be able to hold on much longer.
This was normal. Even though the two of them were fighting together, their opponent was a seventh level cultivator. One should never underestimate the difference in level of cultivation.
To give a simple example, in a situation where no spells are used, a sixth layer qi practitioner's magical power is six, and a seventh layer qi practitioner's magical power is seven. This means that every time the two collide, the one with a higher level of magical power will be defeated by the one with a higher level of magical power.
Of course, this was only under the condition that no techniques were used.
If the level of the techniques and techniques used were not the same, then naturally there would be many variations. For example, if the one with the higher level of cultivation used a minor technique, and the one with the lower level used a grand technique, then it would not be impossible for the weak to defeat the strong.
During the Ling Clan's Martial Arts Competition, Ling Xian, a fifth level cultivator, defeated Ling Chen, a sixth level cultivator, with one move. This was all thanks to the Heaven Shadowing Palm.
Fang Han's techniques and techniques were among the strongest in the Fang Clan. He did not pale in comparison to Ling Tian Xiang and Ling Zhan. He was not a flower that grew up in a greenhouse. He had been fighting against beasts since he was a child. He was a seasoned fighter with a wealth of battle experience.
Therefore, even though Ling Tian Xiang and Ling Zhan teamed up, they still could not harm him. On the contrary, Ling Tian Xiang and Ling Chen were forced to defend themselves.
"Aunty, we are no match for him. What should we do?" Ling Zhan's expression was anxious as he fought with all his might. He swung a two-meter long iron rod, creating a gust of wind.
Ling Tian Xiang's eyebrows were tightly knitted together. She was sweating profusely. She panted heavily as she attacked Fang Han with her sword. Sword Qi danced in all directions, but Fang Han easily nullified her fierce attacks. She was unable to harm him.
"There's nothing we can do. We can only hold on. Maybe Ling Xian will show up in the next moment."
Ling Tian Xiang clenched her teeth. Subconsciously, the image of Ling Xian appeared in her mind. She felt a new surge of energy inside her, supporting her to swing her sword again and again.
Kill!
Ling Tian Xiang's expression was cold. She swung her sword even harder.
"I really don't know why you have so much confidence in him. Since the beginning of the battle, you've said his name 13 times. And that's not counting the times before the battle started." Ling Zhan laughed bitterly. He admitted that Ling Xian was strong. That day, he defeated Ling Chen with one move. If it were him, he would not have been able to do that. But Ling Xian did not even know that there was a battle going on.
At this time of crisis, it was unreliable to put all their hopes on that kid.
But there was nothing Ling Zhan could do. Facing a genius who was stronger than the two of them combined, he could only grit his teeth and pray that Ling Xian would know what was going on and come to their rescue.
"Facing such a strong opponent like me, you dare to be distracted and chat. This is not only disrespectful to me, but also irresponsible for your own lives." Fang Han sneered. His arms moved like the claws of a dragon. His left hand grabbed Ling Zhan's iron rod, his right hand reached out with two fingers and clamped down on Ling Tian Xiang's sword. Then, with a violent shake of his hand, his spiritual energy surged out and pushed the two of them back a few meters.
"Thump, thump, thump …"
The two of them each took seven steps back and crashed into a towering tree. Blood trickled down the corner of their mouths.
Immediately, the Ling Clan's descendants were in an uproar. The only reason they could hold on until now was because of their trust in Ling Tian Xiang and Ling Xian. They believed that together, they could defeat Fang Han.
However, the scene before them made the Ling Clan's descendants despair. Their morale was greatly boosted, and they were sent flying by the Fang Clan's people.
This was also the case for Ling Fei and Ling Feng. They had been distracted for a split second, and their flaws had been seized by the opponent. Consequently, they had been defeated.
"I am very curious about this Ling Xian you speak of. I really want to see if the genius that everyone is talking about a few days ago really lives up to his name." Fang Han walked over slowly and looked at Ling Tian Xiang, who was breathing weakly. He chuckled. "But even if he lives up to his name, he is no match for me. He merely broke the Tidal Sword Technique. Only you mortals would think of him as a genius and praise him so highly."
"You have it backwards. You are no match for him." Ling Tian Xiang looked at Fang Han coldly and said, "You think you are worthy enough to fight Ling Xian? One move from him and you will be looking for your teeth on the ground. "
"Oh? You sure have a lot of confidence in him. " Fang Han was not angry. He was confident, or arrogant to the extreme. He did not respect anyone, not even the Fang Clan Leader, who was half a step into the foundational level.
As for Ling Xian, in his mind, he was nothing but an ant.
"However, it is truly a pity that the ant that you hoped to save you bunch of ants did not come. Otherwise, we could have wiped you all out in one go." Fang Han's face was full of regret, but no matter how you looked at it, it revealed a sense of arrogance. He looked at the defeated Ling Clan disciples and smiled faintly. "Do it. After killing these ants, I still have other ants to kill."
"Yes, Boss!" The Fang Clan followed Fang Han's lead and obeyed his every command. Because of this, they all grinned hideously and walked towards the defeated Ling Clan members.
Everyone from the Ling Clan had a look of despair on their faces. In the face of death, everyone revealed a weak and fearful side. Some of them were even trembling and wailing.
A haze of despair quietly enveloped the Ling Clan members.
"Fang Han, you killed a Ling Clan member today. One day, you will be killed too!" Ling Tian Xiang clenched her teeth. Her face was frigid. How she wished that Ling Xian could come and save her life.
"Killed?"
Fang Han's expression was arrogant. He looked at Ling Tian Xiang playfully and laughed. "Haha, I, Fang Han, am one of the candidates to be the next Clan Leader of the Fang Clan. I am an 18-year-old genius with qi of the seventh level. Who dares to kill me? Who dares to kill me? "
Two consecutive "who dares to kill me" fully reflected his arrogance and his arrogance.
However, everyone at the scene had to admit that he did have the right to be arrogant. His identity didn't mean much, what was important was his age and cultivation level. He was only eighteen years old, but he had already reached the seventh layer of Qi. This was enough to prove that he was very talented.
Fang Han looked at the silent Ling Clan members and could not help but feel proud. He enjoyed this silent respect and asked again in a serious tone.
"Who dares to kill me?"
However, this time, a voice suddenly rang out like a clap of thunder, causing the eyes of all the Ling Family disciples to light up.
"I dare to kill you!"
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