Tyrant Sky Martial Soul
Chapter 1063 Fearless

Chapter 1063: Chapter 1063 Fearless

Ling Xiao simply put away the Golden Crow Sword and charged with both fists, wrapped in the Power of Light and Shadow Power.

This was the most direct method of combat—

A hard clash!

Boom!

After the loud noise, half of Ling Xiao’s body was embedded into the ground, and his fists trembled slightly.

However, He Meng also staggered and flew backward, only managing to stabilize after two or three steps.

"The soldiers of the Black Crow Army are indeed formidable, Ling Xiao admires you!"

This sentence, however, came from the heart.

Had it been Wan Qiu Feng or Jia Yun as the opponent, Ling Xiao could have killed them with one move.

But He Meng was different; this man had too much combat experience, and that aura of slaughter, that martial spirit, did not lose to his in the least.

This was likely the fighting spirit honed on the battlefield.

Facing such a person was truly dangerous.

Ling Xiao would rather confront Jiumo Zhiyan than face this kind of foe.

"Ptui! Stop flattering me, bastard. You aren’t weak yourself, you know. You don’t look that strong, but I bet your strength is no less than mine," He Meng spat out a mouthful of blood-speckled saliva and cursed with a laugh.

"A mutual admiration!"

Ling Xiao said with a smile.

"Don’t think because you’ve flattered me, I’ll show mercy. This is a battlefield, and you must die!"

He Meng snorted coldly, hoisted his Twin Hammers, and smashed them down towards Ling Xiao’s head.

This time, the power was even greater than before. Behind him, the faint shadow of a great hammer could be seen.

"Great Hammer Martial Soul?"

This was the first time Ling Xiao had encountered such a Martial Soul.

However, within the Mysterious World, Martial Souls were diverse and peculiar, and a great hammer was also a type of weapon, just not as common as swords, knives, spears, and halberds.

At this moment, Ling Xiao’s body was still half sunk into the ground, not yet pulled out, and He Meng was seizing this opportunity to hammer Ling Xiao to death.

It was because they had crossed hands that he knew how terrifying Ling Xiao’s potential was.

He Meng was thirty-six years old this year, and Ling Xiao was only sixteen, yet in a clash of strength, Ling Xiao did not lose to him. If this kid did not die today, he would truly become a great threat to the Black Crow Empire in the future.

"Be careful!"

The leader of the Imperial Guards suddenly shouted loudly.

Though he didn’t spot anything, the leader inexplicably felt a chill in his heart, knowing that when such feelings arose, the situation was often dire.

But ultimately, it was too late.

Ling Xiao could not move, but his sword could.

The first exchange of blows was merely a feint.

The real killing move was the "Void Shadow Crocodile" lurking within the shadows of the two of them.

Crack!

In mid-air, He Meng’s body was severed into two pieces and inexplicably died.

The Void Shadow Crocodile, one of Ling Xiao’s moves, didn’t have as much power as one might imagine, but it was exceedingly easy to use for a surprise attack on an enemy.

As long as the enemy didn’t detect it in advance, they would most likely be either dead or severely injured.

Bang! Bang!

Boom! Boom!

The two halves of the body and the two iron hammers crashed onto the ground, creating two deep large craters.

At that point, He Meng no longer had a breath of life.

"He Meng!"

Several Imperial Guards shouted loudly, but it was meaningless now.

In truth, from the start, they should have prevented He Meng’s reckless actions.

Ling Xiao was not someone who could be defeated one-on-one; it would take eight people attacking simultaneously.

"You actually killed He Meng! You really killed him, he was my best brother!"

The leading Imperial Guard roared.

Ling Xiao sighed softly and said, "I said before that I didn’t want to kill you, so it would be best if you’d just step aside, but you wouldn’t listen."

He truly found such pointless fights tedious.

Killing He Meng hadn’t brought him any joy; it was a waste of his energy and had revealed his moves.

Of course, he had no sympathy either, as He Meng had said—this was the battlefield, and mercy toward an enemy was cruelty to oneself.

If he didn’t kill He Meng, He Meng would kill him. There was no other choice.

"Can you step aside now? I’ve said it already, I only want Jiumo Zhiyan’s head; you don’t have to throw your lives away."

Ling Xiao still spoke very calmly.

Killing He Meng, taking out one among the three experts of Eight Desolations Heaven, was an extremely advantageous situation for him.

But the battle that followed would still not be easy—a one against seven and he must be careful.

However, Ling Xiao wasn’t afraid.

Even when facing experts like Timur Mu Tu, he had never been afraid.

A swordmaster must never harbor a heart of fear.

No matter how powerful the adversary, one must always be fearless.

Otherwise, once frightened, your sword would no longer be as sharp.

"Boss, let’s all go at once and kill this kid, avenge He Meng!"

The Imperial Guards were filled with righteous indignation.

The leader of the guards nodded and then said to Ling Xiao, "You’re wasting your breath. None of us in the Black Crow Empire’s Imperial Guard will ever betray our master. Even if we all die here today, we’ll stop you!"

He waved his hand, and the remaining seven people surrounded Ling Xiao.

Among these seven, two were of Eight Desolations Heaven Cultivation, and five were of Seven-Star Heaven Cultivation, each stronger than Ling Xiao’s level.

It was clear that Ling Xiao’s cunning and strength had evoked a strong sense of wariness in them.

So, they dared not underestimate their enemy.

The Eye of the World opened, and everything around seemed to come under his control in an instant.

Ling Xiao’s pupils turned a golden-red color, his hair gradually taking on the same hue.

Within the vast Eye of the World, inscriptions flickered incessantly.

Within a hundred meters radius, no movement, no matter how slight, could escape the capture of Ling Xiao’s soul.

Sword Intent began to boil!

Around Ling Xiao, it was as if blood-red gas was continually being produced, and the Golden Crow Sword in his hand was enveloped in that red gas.

This was the physical manifestation of the Slaughter Sword Intent.

Even faced with seven martial artists whose cultivation and combat experiences exceeded his, he remained unyieldingly fearless.

What is Buddha?

What is God?

And what is an Immortal?

They once held exalted positions, ruling forces of the Mysterious World.

But at this moment, Ling Xiao’s Slaughter Sword Intent had reached a realm of absolute fearlessness.

If Buddha stands in the way, slay the Buddha!

If God bars passage, slay the God!

If Immortal obstructs, slay the Immortal!

Not to mention the seven before him—they were not gods, not buddhas, nor immortals; they were merely martial artists who were stronger than Ling Xiao by some degree.

In the vast expanse of the universe, the truly powerful are those who are fearless, only those with the boldness to pull the emperor off his horse can achieve the supreme path!

Break all barriers!

Eliminate all hindrances in his path!

Ling Xiao’s heart was utterly resolute!

No fear, no random thoughts, all that remained was—slaughter!

The seven Imperial Guards were already deeply wary of Ling Xiao, and now feeling the tangible and terrifying killing intent that had become physical, they felt their own hearts trembling.

Faced with a martial artist whose cultivation was inferior to their own, they felt fear.

But they had no choice but to be afraid, for Ling Xiao had killed He Meng with a single move, and that alone was enough to incite their dread.