Tyrant Sky Martial Soul
Chapter 200: The Magical Iron Piece_1

Chapter 200: Chapter 200: The Magical Iron Piece_1

"Young master, we still need to be careful, those two people from the Heavenly Shinobi Auction House are very strong!"

Leng Mei was not as composed as Ling Xiao, after all, she only had the cultivation level of Martial Meridian Sixth Peak and had not yet broken through to become a Martial Master.

"Mm, they are strong, nearly as strong as Li Xinghui, and there are two of them. In terms of combat experience, they should be even better than Li Xinghui."

As Ling Xiao walked, he analyzed, "But it’s not a big deal."

He had just successfully cultivated the first form of the Divine Prison King Fist and was itching to try it out. So when someone came knocking for a challenge, why wouldn’t he welcome it?

"Leng Mei, don’t take action later."

Ling Xiao suddenly stopped and said.

"Young master!"

"No need for further words, I have something new I want to try. If you take action, it won’t be a fair test."

"Alright then, but if the young master is in danger, I must take action," Leng Mei insisted.

"Suit yourself!"

Ling Xiao was not obstinate, and naturally, he wanted help if there were real danger.

After the discussion, Ling Xiao simply turned around to face two 7th level Martial Artists in the late stage, who were trying to hide not far away.

His blue clothes fluttered in the wind, like a Sword of a Sword of a Swordsmaster.

"You two need not hide anymore. If you don’t take action soon, I’ll just have to return to the White Cloud Temple."

Ling Xiao just looked at a clump of bushes and spoke indifferently.

"Swoosh! Swoosh!"

Two figures burst out, encircling Ling Xiao from both sides.

Since they had been discovered, there was no point in hiding anymore.

The other Martial Artists following them didn’t take action. They planned to benefit from the strife between their opponents, waiting to see the result of the fight before deciding what to do.

Suddenly, Ling Xiao took a step forward.

The entire space suddenly became extremely dark and cold.

With that step, it seemed as if the environment around them changed. The world, once shaded by green trees, instantly became dark and damp, even the scent of decay and death seemed to linger.

In their ears, they could almost hear the wails of ghosts and howls of wolves.

Inside their bodies, it felt as if ghosts were toying with them.

The Martial Artists hiding in the shadows looked over with eyes filled with terror.

The two 7th level Martial Artists from the Heavenly Shinobi Auction House paused for a moment, their figures visibly trembling for an instant.

However, they seemed to break free from that predicament and turned into two afterimages, like two black arrows, tearing through the air towards Ling Xiao.

"Divine Prison King Fist—Bullhead Split!"

The cold voice came from Ling Xiao’s mouth.

He assumed a strange stance.

In that instant, the two afterimages came to an abrupt halt, their bodies stiffening as if struck by a chilling gust, as though they were going to be devoured by the peculiar cold.

The terrifying cold wind howled between heaven and earth.

The two afterimages desperately employed various Martial Arts to try to protect themselves.

One person flung their palms in succession.

The other’s long sword glinted with a cold light.

The ripples of True Essence struggled in this space dominated by the raging cold wind.

"Huff—!"

"Huff—!"

Heavy breathing sounds rose.

In everyone’s eyes, Ling Xiao had disappeared.

In his place was a giant monster.

With the head of a bull and the body of a man, it held a massive axe in its hands.

But the most horrifying thing was the aura of death seeping continuously from the monster’s body.

"Die!"

Heavy footsteps thundered on the ground.

The bull-headed monster brandished the massive axe as it approached the two 7th level Martial Artists step by step.

The slower its pace, the stronger the panic in the hearts of the two men became.

With each step it took, their hearts trembled.

They fought back desperately.

Perhaps this was their situation now.

They frantically circulated their True Essence, fighting against the terrible gloomy wind, attempting to shatter this dark space.

But it was useless.

The Bullhead monster still approached them, and its giant axe fiercely cleaved between the two.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

The two Martial Masters split open as if they were made of porcelain.

Divine Prison King Fist!

Not only does it possess terrifying might, but it also works in tandem with soul power to induce hallucinations in the enemy, leading them to fall into them and completely lose the ability to resist.

If Ling Xiao had mastered this Martial Art when he was dealing with Li Xinghui, then Li Xinghui would probably have been killed with a single move.

Terrifying!

Even Ling Xiao found the Divine Prison King Fist too terrible.

The two 7th level Martial Artists died just like that, without even managing to strike a blow, dying within the illusions they had conjured themselves.

In the shadows, the Martial Artists who had followed trembled uncontrollably, their hearts shaking as if they had witnessed the most terrifying thing since birth.

"Ghost—!"

"A demon from Hell!"

"Not human!"

Cries of terror rose and fell in waves as everyone fled, leaving behind only the two cold bodies and Ling Xiao with Leng Mei.

"What a pity."

Long after, Ling Xiao heaved a sigh.

"What’s the problem, young master? Are you still not satisfied with this power?" Leng Mei asked, puzzled.

"I forgot something."

Ling Xiao said with a wry smile, "I originally planned to combine the Ghost Ship Remnant Soul with the Divine Prison King Fist to test out the effects, but I forgot."

Leng Mei was speechless; she thought something serious had happened, but her young master really considered the two Martial Masters at the late stage of the Martial Meridian Seventh Layer as mere test subjects.

"Forget it, let’s go back. The side effects of the Divine Prison King Fist are too severe; both my arms are completely fractured."

Ling Xiao shook his slack arms hanging at his sides and said, "It’s time to cultivate the Nine Revolutions Golden Body Technique to its highest level."

"Young master, we haven’t gone through the belongings of those two yet," Leng Mei reminded.

"No need to search, death warriors like them generally won’t have anything good on them, they probably don’t even have a Storage Ring."

Ling Xiao shook his head.

Although he said this, Ling Xiao, who had once been a beggar, was still reluctant to let go of the two bodies.

Unfortunately, just as he had surmised, the two of them had no Storage Rings, they hadn’t even taken their money pouches.

"Hmm? What’s this?"

Ling Xiao struck out with his palm, and a ball of flames ignited, completely incinerating the two bodies.

He had once cultivated the Crimson Sun Technique, and even though he hardly used it now due to its low grade, it was still no problem for this kind of task.

Interestingly, as the bodies turned to ash and even the bones were incinerated, a dark and lusterless iron piece remained.

"It looks like a sword!"

Leng Mei said.

"This is clearly an iron piece one foot long, how did it become a sword?" Ling Xiao asked, somewhat confused.

"In the Ancient Era, there was a tale in the Human Race of a Swordmaster whose sword was just an iron piece, about a foot long," Leng Mei explained. "This Swordmaster killed people with a single strike to the throat, so it really didn’t matter what he used, and the Divine Weapons of his enemies meant little to him."

"That’s incredible!" Ling Xiao had never heard of such an expert.

"I heard it from a captain in Hidden Dragon Camp; it seems that the captain is a descendant of that Swordmaster."

"Goodness, this terrifying killing intent could cause one to collapse instantly!" The moment Ling Xiao picked up the iron piece, he saw many visions of death, and if his soul weren’t strong enough, he might have collapsed in an instant.

The item must have been wrapped in something that kept the murderous intent from leaking out, but it had been burned away when he incinerated the bodies.

"Let’s keep it, we can study it slowly later." Thinking this, Ling Xiao placed the iron piece into his Mountain and River Martial Soul.

With the powerful killing intent, there was no trouble it could stir up within the Mountain and River World.