Tyrant Sky Martial Soul
Chapter 1340 Fengming Yashan

Chapter 1340: Chapter 1340 Fengming Yashan

"Ling Xiao, have you gone mad? Didn’t you hear what our Shangguan brother said? Doing this, aren’t you afraid he’ll kill you?"

The Martial Artist who had his finger cut off asked in panic.

"Afraid?"

Ling Xiao let out a disdainful sneer and said, "If he wants to die, are you planning to follow him and die too? I’ll give you ten breaths of time to get lost, otherwise, none of you will leave here alive!"

Terrifying!

Too powerful!

Is this really Ling Xiao?

The rumored Son of the Demon God?

Ling Xiao had too many nicknames, most of them fierce and given by his enemies.

He didn’t feel annoyed by these titles; instead, he thought they weren’t bad.

"Ling Xiao, you’re doomed."

Despite shouting that, the disciples from Phoenix God College on the highest floor of the Tianyuan Treasure Pagoda fled as if their lives depended on it.

"And those still cultivating inside, get out! Don’t make me repeat myself."

Ling Xiao glanced at the cultivation single-room chambers, and one clearly had a Martial Artist cultivating inside.

"I am the son of the Emperor, and you dare to kick me out?"

A cold voice echoed from inside the single-room chamber.

The Divine Phoenix Emperor was said to have ten sons. Among them, one held the position of the Ten Phoenix Sons, while another eight, also Cave Heaven Realm Martial Artists, were training diligently in the deep palaces, formally serving as Righteous Divine Guardians.

Only this youngest son had yet to ascend to the Cave Heaven Realm.

"Out!"

A cold smile curved on Ling Xiao’s lips.

Your Emperor has sent the Righteous Divine Guardians to kill me, and I’m supposed to fear kicking you out?

Not killing you is already giving that old man some face.

"You dare tell me to leave?"

The Emperor’s son, Fengming Yashan, seethed with rage, words insufficient to express his fury.

He might not be the Crown Prince, but as the Emperor’s son, a royal family member, who would dare to tell him to leave?

"Such nonsense!"

Ling Xiao flicked his sleeve, and the stone gate, supposedly protected by a Magic Array, shattered with a deafening roar, forcing the Emperor’s son out.

"You!"

Fengming Yashan’s face was covered in blood. Although these were only superficial injuries, the humiliation was unbearable.

"Still not leaving?"

A sinister grin spread across Ling Xiao’s face.

"I’ll leave! But mark my words!"

Fengming Yashan didn’t dare linger. The terror of Ling Xiao was something he had heard of before. Confronting this madman was impossible for him; if Ling Xiao wanted to kill him, he would do it, disregarding his identity entirely.

"I’ll be waiting!"

Ling Xiao smiled at the sight of Fengming Yashan flying away. Threats like that? He’d heard them countless times, meaningless.

"Ling Xiao, I think you should watch out. Fengming Yashan is the youngest son of the Emperor, pampered by his nine elder brothers and father since childhood. He’s extremely cruel and vengeful, willing to do anything to settle a score,"

Feng Yanran reminded him.

"I wish he would come after me."

Ling Xiao smiled faintly.

If Fengming Yashan didn’t seek revenge, how else could he get an excuse to deal with Phoenix Immeasurable?

"You’re so reckless. I really can’t understand you. Anyway, in three days, are you going to Shangguan Hong’s duel challenge?"

Feng Yanran asked.

"Of course. Why wouldn’t I go? As this insignificant ant, I’d love to see how truly skilled that arrogant Shangguan Hong is."

Ling Xiao naturally planned to go.

What he now sought was an exhilarating battle, something resembling a certain-death scenario. Only then might he shatter his current strange state. Otherwise, stuck in this state, though powerful, it wouldn’t bring peace of mind.

"You all can rest easy here. With the Magic Array I’ve set up, it’s impossible for ordinary people to break through."

After arranging things for the group, Ling Xiao returned to Qingxu College and entered the Secret Realm to cultivate.

Feng Qingyan had arranged the best cultivation spot in the Secret Realm for him.

Not only because Feng Qingyan was close friends with him personally, but also because Ling Xiao was now Qingxu College’s greatest pride.

Three days passed, with countless matters brewing.

The deaths of Mingxing Crown Prince and Sky Roc Prince left openings in the Ten Phoenix Sons.

When Peacock Princess was dethroned, a mysterious newcomer replaced her, instantly rising to the top position of the Ten Phoenix Sons.

Now, with Mingxing Crown Prince and Sky Roc Prince dead, no such mysterious figure appeared.

So, under the demand of Shangguan Hong and others, the Emperor planned an arena battle at Imperial Capital Square.

The victorious two would become the succeeding Phoenix Sons.

The participants for this duel were already determined: Shangguan Hong, Jia Tianfeng, Kong Ming, and Ji Luoyu.

However, if anyone felt dissatisfied, they could challenge on-site.

Currently, the Imperial Capital is teeming with heroes and young elites, but not all cared about the title of Phoenix Son.

Thus, it wasn’t guaranteed there’d be stronger Martial Artists than these four stepping forward.

Still, the Emperor offered such an opportunity to the youths.

Becoming a Phoenix Son equates to being a part of the Phoenix God Empire. Betraying such an identity would be complicated.

Hence, those who valued freedom might not easily partake in such challenges.

Ling Xiao trained alone in the Secret Realm, but his Soul Core had left his body and monitored outside events clearly.

He loved a lively scene and planned to join the festivities.

At such an event, many experts would likely participate, offering Ling Xiao a chance to challenge himself.

Though he had been cultivating, the strange state continued to shroud him, hindering his progress.

So he stopped cultivating, prepared to go explore, hoping to find opportunities.

After all, such matters couldn’t be forced. He had been contemplating how to resolve his body’s predicament since leaving the Divine Capital of the Heavenly Dynasty. However, even upon reaching the Divine Phoenix Imperial City, he hadn’t found an answer.

The only insight he gained was the possibility of breaking free through a desperate, life-or-death battle.

It presented grave risks, but to overcome and rebuild, finding life amidst certain death might be his only chance. Ling Xiao thrived on risks, especially with the Mountain and River Martial Soul aiding him. Even in a certain-death scenario, he believed he could reverse his fate.

Remaining inside the college would likely make finding such opportunities difficult.

So stepping out might truly be the right choice.

But just as he stepped out of the Secret Realm, a familiar figure flashed before his eyes.

Ling Xiao couldn’t immediately recall who the figure belonged to but still pursued.

Clearly, this person aimed to lure him away from Qingxu College, likely because it wasn’t convenient to speak there.

After nearly a quarter of an hour, Ling Xiao arrived at a deserted outskirts beyond the Imperial Capital.

The figure finally slowed down, coming to a stop.

"Senior, who are you? Why lead me here, and for what purpose?"

Ling Xiao stood about a hundred meters away and asked.

At such a distance, both attacking and retreating were convenient.

Of course, he didn’t notice the shadow of an elegant figure secretly tailing him.

This person was naturally Moon Lady.

Moon Lady’s protection over Ling Xiao was truly thorough.