Tyrant Sky Martial Soul
Chapter 1147: United in Hatred and Enmity

Chapter 1147: Chapter 1147: United in Hatred and Enmity

"Duke of Eastern Province? Truly, adversaries are fated to meet on a narrow path. I thought I wouldn’t encounter him here, yet here we are."

Ling Xiao gritted his teeth; killing Jiao Batian was not satisfying enough. This time facing the Duke of Eastern Province, he wanted to truly experience the thrill of battling a First Cave Heaven Realm martial artist.

Jiao Batian was too weak to be of any reference value.

The Duke of Eastern Province, on the other hand, was once a battle hero of the Phoenix God Empire. Although he has now become indulgent and licentious, his past experience cannot be taken away.

Thus, he is certainly a very difficult opponent to deal with.

For someone at the early stages of Nine Heavy Heaven cultivation level, facing a true First Cave Heaven Realm martial artist is very difficult.

But he does not fear.

After all, he didn’t use his full strength when dealing with Jiao Batian.

"Where did that Gao Yangjun you just mentioned go?"

Ling Xiao inquired.

"I’m not so sure. After Gao Yangjun betrayed Chairman Wu Xiang, he left. He might be at the City Lord’s Mansion."

The Shopkeeper said.

"Alright, once I’ve taken care of business here, I’ll go to the City Lord’s Mansion to settle the score with this Gao Yangjun. Traitors must die a miserable death, otherwise, it won’t serve as a warning to others!"

Ling Xiao patted the Shopkeeper’s shoulder lightly and said, "You should rest here for now. I’ve healed most of your injuries; at the very least, you won’t die. After dealing with matters in the courtyard, I’ll come back to treat you."

"Mhm."

The Shopkeeper didn’t know about Ling Xiao’s strength, but the reputation of the Chosen Son of Heaven was truly too resounding. He had absolute reverence and blind trust in the Chosen Son of Heaven, Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao stood up and his expression turned grim, a chilling murderous aura began to spread outwards.

...

In the backyard of the Xianglong Business Firm, the City Lord’s forces had pushed the martial artists of Xianglong Business Firm to a point of no return.

Both sides were drawn in a tense standoff, eyes filled with profound hatred and murderous intent.

In midair, two figures were locked in combat.

This was an absolute fight to the death.

No mistakes could be made; whoever made an error would have no place to be buried.

One of them was Wu Xiang.

His face pale and contorted with anger, his attacks became more fierce and reckless; he was even willing to sustain injuries if it meant he could kill his opponent in a short amount of time.

He had no choice; he was poisoned.

Moreover, it was a potent poison that was difficult to cure, the longer the delay, the weaker he became, the less likely he was to win.

His opponent was a martial artist who had just entered the Cave Heaven Realm, someone he would normally not be afraid of.

But now, he had to kill his opponent quickly to break the deadlock at Xianglong Business Firm.

He could escape.

With his cultivation level and strength, no one here could stop him.

But what about all his good brothers if he ran?

He founded the Sacred Dynasty Restoration Assembly himself; how could he possibly choose to flee at this critical juncture?

It would be too despicable, too shameless.

And it was certainly not his style.

The other person, dressed in a purple battle robe and wearing a Purple Gold Crown, looked extravagantly dignified; that was the Duke of Eastern Province.

The Duke of Eastern Province, knowing full well that Wu Xiang was poisoned, never engaged him head-on. He simply relied on his Body Movement Technique to keep dodging.

Seeing Wu Xiang’s frustrated, yet helpless demeanor, a victorious smile appeared on the Duke’s face.

This smile was full of heavy mockery and ridicule, as if he were a cat playing with a mouse.

Below the battlefield, the martial artists of the Xianglong Business Firm dared not act rashly, even though they were so enraged they seemed ready to burst into flames, wanting to perish together with the enemy.

But there was no choice, as their movement would provoke the City Lord’s Mansion’s response. Not only would this fail to help, but it would also lead to greater losses.

Feng Yaorao and Po Qian Jun, standing at the very front, had gloomy and unsightly expressions, their faces filled with unwillingness and intense anger.

The enemies could clearly lead their troops to kill them all.

But they didn’t.

Why?

It was to torture their president right in front of them.

This was humiliation, helplessness, and heart-piercing pain!

"Yaorao, listen, once the fight starts, I will protect you with all my might. No matter what, we have to find Ling Xiao. This vengeance, we must avenge!"

Po Qian Jun suddenly looked at Feng Yaorao and said, "The Duke of Eastern Province is playing dirty. Sooner or later, Chairman Wu Xiang will be defeated. Only Ling Xiao can avenge us."

"We said when we first joined the Revival Meeting that we’d be together in life and death. I won’t run."

Feng Yaorao shook her head.

"Foolishness! If you don’t go, who will spread the word about what’s happening here? Who will avenge us?"

Po Qian Jun said angrily.

"Isn’t there still Yue Qin? Her cultivation level is stronger than ours; it makes more sense for her to leave."

Feng Yaorao said indifferently.

"I won’t leave. I can’t abandon Chairman Wu Xiang."

Yue Qin shook her head firmly.

"Stop arguing, none of you will leave here today, people of Xianglong Business Firm, you only have one path, and that is death!"

The voice of the Duke of Eastern Province suddenly came through, filled with intense disdain and scorn: "I’m tired of playing games, Wu Xiang, don’t blame me for being shameless. Blame yourself for lacking vision, for misplacing your trust in the villain Gao Yangjun, heh heh heh."

"Pfft!"

Wu Xiang fell to the ground, a mouthful of black blood spit onto the floor, his face paler than ever, his body extremely weak, almost unable to fight any longer.

"Brothers, protect the Chairman!"

Po Qian Jun roared, raising his long spear high, leading the charge.

It had come to this; death was inevitable. At least, before dying, take a few with them as cushions.

"Kill!"

A group of people charged forward together.

Those left behind were the loyal and brave soldiers of the Sacred Dynasty Restoration Assembly. Even in such extreme danger, they still were willing to defend the assembly’s dignity with their own blood.

"Hmph, a bunch of trash, waste! Don’t you move, leave it to me!"

The Duke of Eastern Province snorted: "With only your meager capabilities, you still foolishly dream of overthrowing the True Demon Empire’s rule. It’s utterly laughable. In the face of absolute power, your lofty speeches and courage are worthless.

Die, all of you!"

Amidst the mocking laughter, black flames ignited on the body of the Duke of Eastern Province.

These flames were cold to the touch.

They were flames from Hades, a defining characteristic of the Dark Phoenix Clan.

His fists thundered out, and the powerful black flames turned into a tremendous Dark Phoenix, swooping down.

The clear cries of a phoenix resounded as dark clouds engulfed the whole Xianglong Business Firm, cold as Hell itself.

"Chance!"

Wu Xiang, who appeared unable to move lying on the ground, suddenly erupted to his feet, his hands radiating a blood-red glow that formed into an enormous cross.

"Blood Cross!"

The Duke of Eastern Province’s face drastically changed, realizing he had been tricked.

He hadn’t expected Wu Xiang, even at this dire moment, to remain so calm and come up with such a method to deal with him.