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Chapter 663: Lingchi Execution_1

Chapter 663: Chapter 663: Lingchi Execution_1

Thud!

A sound reminiscent of something being pierced echoed, followed by a spray of crimson blood.

The fearsome Undying Prisoner King, renowned for his invincible defense, was easily stabbed through by Ling Xiao’s hand as if it were a knife cutting through tofu!

"I don’t understand, what exactly is that guy’s hand made of, and how can it be so sharp?"

"Is it enveloped in Sword Qi, and Sword Intent as well?"

People couldn’t fathom how the defense that even a half-step Celestial at full strength couldn’t breach before was now effortlessly broken by this unassuming young kid.

Was this person impressive?

Or had the Undying Prisoner King lost his edge?

Wu Zong Lian’s expression was not very good. He had privately sparred with the Undying Prisoner King before, although not in a battle to the death.

He won, but it was with the aid of a sharp weapon.

While it is true that Transcendent Realm Martial Artists cannot fully realize the combat potential of an Immortal-grade Treasure, the sharpness of such a treasure is unquestionably able to easily penetrate the Undying Prisoner King’s defenses.

And that is precisely what he could not accept—that the hand of the boy from the Moon Hua Sect could compare to the destructive power of an Immortal-grade Treasure?

Ling Xiao, of course, did not care about these people’s opinions; his mind was entirely focused on the battle at hand.

"Undying Prisoner King, I could have killed you with a single move, but I won’t do that,"

Ling Xiao said indifferently, "I want you to taste the agony of being slowly dismembered!"

His cold-heartedness never fell short of the Undying Prisoner King’s, it’s just that he never actively sought to slaughter the innocent.

The actions of the Undying Prisoner King reminded him of the death of his beggar relatives.

Those people were not killed out of any hatred.

They were simply used by someone to practice their martial skills.

And the people of Ashen City were merely collateral damage because of the Undying Prisoner King’s dissatisfaction.

He was truly upset by such acts.

With Sword Qi soaring in every direction, the Undying Prisoner King emitted continuous screams of agony.

Ling Xiao was executing a tortuous dismemberment, but at the same time, he was also deeply integrating his own skills into the process.

The fusion of Sword Qi with his will rendered the power of the Sword Qi even more formidable.

Each of his strikes left terrible wounds on the body of the Undying Prisoner King.

Until at last, the robust form of the Undying Prisoner King was completely stripped of flesh, reduced to a mere skeletal frame.

The Battle Beast Arena was as silent as death.

Nearly everyone gasped in shock

"This young man is not only immensely powerful, but also incredibly cold-blooded, to be able to slowly slice the Undying Prisoner King to death in such a manner!"

"Satisfying!"

Some felt that for someone like the Undying Prisoner King, only by being sentenced to such a severe and slow punishment could the spirits of the more than one million souls be appeased.

"Seal!"

All three Seal Cards now contained monsters.

One was just sealed—a half-step Celestial at full strength—the Undying Prisoner King;

Another was the six-strength half-step Celestial—the Great Castle Master of Devil Castle City—who was killed earlier;

And the third was the Nine-tailed Fox Demon that reached the Sky Human Realm - One Thread Heaven level!

Whether they were immediately useful or not, having monsters sealed in all three Seal Cards gave people a sense of security. While these might not be considered part of Ling Xiao’s actual strength, they were excellent means to save one’s life.

He wouldn’t likely use it under normal circumstances, but when the time came when he had to, he certainly wouldn’t be stingy.

"Congratulations on your victory. Would you like the reward of 1 million low-grade spirit stones, or 10,000 middle-grade spirit stones?"

Asked the host of the Battle Beast Arena.

"10,000 middle-grade spirit stones!"

For him at the moment, middle-grade spirit stones were naturally more valuable. From now until reaching the Cave Heaven Realm, the spirit stones needed for cultivation were all middle-grade, and the more of these, the better.

Low-grade spirit stones could only serve as currency for the time being.

After claiming his reward, Ling Xiao returned to his seat. He wasn’t satisfied with the battle, and if there were stronger opponents, he planned to try again.

When Ling Xiao returned to his seat, even his breathing was not disturbed.

After the journey to Demon Castle City, his strength had truly increased by too much, and even he found this incredible.

The body of the Undying Prisoner King was cleaned up, and another person appeared in the Battle Beast Arena.

There was no mark of a prisoner on his face, but another mark was present—slavery!

Ling Xiao had no way of knowing where these slaves were sourced from, but the one thing he did know was that they were definitely related to Sword King Sect.

And this Battle Beast Arena must also be inextricably linked with the Sword King Sect.

The slave’s face bore a bronze mask, with traces of welding around it, looking as if it had been heated and then directly pressed onto the face, just thinking about it made one’s own face ache.

His hands and feet were shackled, his steps heavy, and his breathing very unnatural.

Clang!

Clang!

After two clangs, the shackles on the slave’s hands and feet were removed. After all, this was a matter concerning the income of the Battle Beast Arena, so the slave couldn’t fight with shackles. If so, the challenger’s advantage would be too great.

Because of the mask, it was impossible to see the person’s face, but those eyes expressed immense sorrow and helplessness.

He couldn’t even cry out because his mouth was sealed.

But those eyes seemed to speak, revealing boundless hatred and anger following the sorrow and helplessness.

Ling Xiao felt that only profound hatred could produce such a look in someone’s eyes.

He felt very uncomfortable with the idea of tormenting a martial artist like this. It would be better just to kill him outright.

The methods of Sword King Sect were far from honorable and upright. Despite this, Sword King Sect always proclaimed itself a prestigious and orthodox sect, representing the justice and order of the Sacred Dynasty.

Bullshit!

Were there any honorable and orthodox sects among the Twelve Sects? They were all worldly people constantly fighting for their own interests.

Of course, that in itself wasn’t a problem, but to be one way on the surface and another behind closed doors, that was truly disgusting.

"This is a slave martial artist we’ve just captured. His cultivation level has reached the Transcendent Realm Sixth Layer. Today is his first battle. Who would like to come up and try?"

No matter the cultivation level of the battle beasts, slaves, or prisoners, the reward method was the same—you get ten times the number of spirit stones you paid.

Of course, if you lost, forget about it because you’d already be dead.

If someone from the Heavenly Man Realm or above challenges, then the payment isn’t low-grade spirit stones but middle-grade spirit stones. However, such cases are rare, at least not yet seen at this stage.

The host announced the cultivation level of the slave martial artist, then looked towards the audience below.

"Wu Zui, you give it a try. You just lost face so badly, this time you must redeem your honor!"

Wu Zong Lian directed the martial artist who had just been scared into wetting his pants by Ling Xiao.

This person had a cultivation level of the Transcendent Realm Seventh Level, which in theory made him unqualified to participate in this challenge.

However, he was from Sword King Sect, so he could naturally be granted special treatment. Such was the rule in Sword King City—your anger was irrelevant.

Disapproval was useless.

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