Tyrant Sky Martial Sou
Chapter 1022 "Stop at the Right Point

Chapter 1022: Chapter 1022 "Stop at the Right Point

Ling Xiao must not be left alive.

Otherwise, he would become a great asset to Feng Yingshan, and also become a formidable enemy to his heir, Fengming Qishan.

"Jia Yun, you’ve lost!"

The voice of Feng Yanran made the already gloomy-faced Jia Yun even more furious.

"I know, and I won’t bother you anymore!"

Jia Yun said coldly.

He did not hate Feng Yanran, but he blamed everything on Ling Xiao, believing it was Ling Xiao who had stolen his woman, stolen his happiness.

He wanted revenge!

On the surface of the lake, Kong You’s body floated there, Ling Xiao had not let him sink.

He had said he would cripple Kong You’s cultivation level and would not let him die.

At this moment, Kong You, with blood coming from all seven orifices, stared at Ling Xiao in sheer terror, as if he were looking at an unbeatable Demon God.

Had Ling Xiao actually crippled him?

Crippled his Cultivation he had worked so hard to advance to the Eight Desolations Heaven?

Surely not?

Kong You couldn’t believe this fact; he tried not to think about it, but terrifying thoughts kept attacking him.

Within the great families, the struggle never ceased. Once cultivation level was lost, it meant being completely sidelined and becoming an object of ridicule, lower than a dog.

"You just said you would cripple me, didn’t you? You said sparing my life would be a mercy, right? Now, I return those very words to you, unaltered!"

Saying that, Ling Xiao casually picked up the now crippled Kong You and threw him toward the shore.

Using the other’s method to treat the other’s body.

Since Kong You had wanted to cripple him, then Ling Xiao would cripple him first.

Bang!

Kong You landed precisely within the pavilion, surprisingly not hitting anyone.

This move alone was enough to astonish those present.

Then, Ling Xiao soared into the air, leaped, and in an instant, he was within the pavilion, looking down at Kong You convulsing on the ground, and let out a disdainful sneer.

Not long ago, this man had been so arrogant and viciously cruel in front of him, now he was like a dying dog, left with only the ability to shiver.

"This Ling Xiao, he’s as ruthlessly merciless as the rumors say."

"I wouldn’t want to provoke him!"

"He’s a madman!"

Observing the pitiful state of Kong You, many of the younger dancers above in the pavilion felt intimidated. Someone like Ling Xiao was the last person you’d want to provoke.

Because once he went mad, he dared to extinguish anyone!

It didn’t matter what prominent family you came from or how deep your background was—it all meant nothing.

"Your Majesty the Emperor, look at this! Ling Xiao actually crippled Kong You right before your eyes. His vicious cruelty isn’t just a provocation to the Peacock Clan but also to Your Majesty’s authority. If such a man is not punished, I fear that soon any Tom, Dick, or Harry will dare to defecate on the heads of the nobles!"

Yan Peng suddenly knelt before His Majesty the Emperor, crying out loud.

The guy was a good actor, showing his anger and sorrow, and of course, some fear mixed in.

With Kong You crippled, next would be his turn.

He must find a way to protect himself.

Watching the disgraceful Yan Peng, Ling Xiao sneered contemptuously and said, "His Majesty the Emperor sees through everything. Surely, you heard Kong You’s words very clearly. It was he who turned a sparring match into this kind of duel. I simply returned the treatment."

"Probably only you, Yan Peng, would be so shameless as to tell such blind lies, just like farting!"

"Kong You was just joking, how could he do such a thing before His Majesty the Emperor? But you, your actions were merciless from the start, and everyone saw it."

Yan Peng roared.

"There’s no reasoning with a shameless person like you. If it was me lying here right now, I bet you would be very happy, maybe even come over to stomp on me a couple times."

Ling Xiao said coldly, "I almost forgot something. You seemed to have promised that after I defeated Kong You, you would have a battle with me. That was a promise to His Majesty the Emperor. Are you trying to deceive Your Majesty?"

"Your Majesty," Yan Peng hastily said, "I only agreed to a friendly spar, not a fight like this. If it’s just a spar, I can agree."

Deceiving the Emperor was a capital offense, one he dared not commit under any circumstances.

"Ling Xiao. Since Kong You’s matter was his own doing, I will not pursue it further. The fight between you and Yan Peng will just be a friendly spar, and you must stop at the slightest touch. Is that acceptable?" the Emperor wondered aloud.

"I will follow Your Majesty’s command." Ling Xiao thought to himself with a cold smile, you say stop at the slightest touch, then I will "stop at the slightest touch."

"Let’s do it right here." Yan Peng, fearing that if he went too far, even the Emperor could not help him, wished to have their contest within the pavilion, so he wouldn’t have to worry too much.

"As you wish, we will do it here." Ling Xiao gave a slight smile and with a kick, sent Kong You to the side. He then stood in the middle of the arena and beckoned Yan Peng with a wave.

Yan Peng approached the edge of the arena with trepidation, hesitating for a long while before daring to step in.

He knew very well that he was no match for Ling Xiao. After all, even Kong You had been defeated by Ling Xiao within a single move, and he was far inferior to Kong You.

"Hurry up and come here. Don’t bring shame upon your Peacock Clan," Ling Xiao taunted with a sneer.

"Yan Peng, you useless thing, with this young master here, he can’t hurt you!" Jia Yun suddenly shouted.

"Young Master Jia, you must absolutely not let that kid cripple my Cultivation Level," Yan Peng pleaded pitifully to Jia Yun.

"Don’t worry, he wouldn’t dare!" Jia Yun was oddly confident as he boldly declared, "If he cripples you here today, he won’t be able to leave Ling Yue Bieyuan."

Ling Xiao had originally planned to simply stop at the slightest touch, letting Yan Peng lie in bed for a month or two, but Jia Yun’s remark changed his mind. Now, he had to cripple Yan Peng. If he didn’t, wouldn’t that mean Ling Xiao was afraid of this fool Jia Yun?

With the assurance from Jia Yun, Yan Peng finally mustered the courage to step into the arena. In his mind, Ling Xiao, no matter how audacious, wouldn’t dare to run amok on the Righteous Qi Alliance’s territory, would he?

He might as well risk injury for the sake of a spar rather than be crippled or even killed.

"Swoosh!" Just as Yan Peng stepped into the arena, Ling Xiao moved. It indeed was "stop at the slightest touch." His right fingertip touched Yan Peng’s body. This did not violate the Emperor’s will. Everything happened so swiftly. After touching Yan Peng with his finger, Ling Xiao retreated back to his seat. His speed was astonishing, rendering onlookers speechless.

"Hahaha, Ling Xiao, not bad at all, you have some sense of propriety. Come, come, this young master rewards you with a drink!" Seeing Yan Peng standing unharmed, Jia Yun laughed heartily, even holding out a cup of wine to Ling Xiao in a condescending gesture, as if bestowing a favor upon a servant of his own.

"Ah—!" However, before his laughter could settle, Yan Peng suddenly let out a wretched scream, his body trembling violently as he spat blood from his mouth, his complexion deathly pale.