Tyrant Sky Martial Soul
Chapter 701: Poisonous Hand Severing Intestines_1

Chapter 701: Chapter 701: Poisonous Hand Severing Intestines_1

Chen Meng really wanted to see if, when the Dragon Sky Academy was established, those martial artists who looked down on her for associating with the Southern Three Sects would be so surprised that they’d bite off their own tongues.

If sects such as Moon Hua Sect, Beast King Palace, Divine Sword Sect, and so on did not submit to Dragon Sky Academy, that would mean a dead end for them!

As Chen Meng was thinking about these matters, Bei Duanchang was already standing in the Battle Beast Arena.

However, there was someone even quicker than Bei Duanchang.

Not only did he stand in the Battle Beast Arena, but he also issued a challenge.

Bei Duanchang was taken aback when he saw this person.

To think that someone would dare to stand before him, they truly did not know whether they were dead or alive.

The people from Poison King Sect were always ruthless and would take a life at the slightest disagreement.

This was their sect’s consistent style.

This time was no exception. Bei Duanchang was only a few years older than Ling Xiao, not exceeding twenty, but his height was surprisingly shorter than Ling Xiao’s. Standing behind Ling Xiao, he looked like nothing more than a follower.

This made Bei Duanchang, a malicious disciple of the Poison King Sect, extremely angry.

"Who is that youth?"

"No idea, to dare stand in front of Bei Duanchang, isn’t that seeking death?"

"Somebody warn him, Bei Duanchang’s methods are fierce and brutal."

"Even if he is brutal, can he kill without reason?"

"Hmph, you’ve actually hit the nail on the head. Some days ago, at a tavern, people at the next table spoke a bit too loudly, and Bei Duanchang killed them all! And with poison, at that, leaving them with horrid death expressions.

Just yesterday, Bei Duanchang and another martial artist were interested in the same item. Just because the other person offered a higher price, he killed him on the spot.

Situations like this are countless. This kind of person should not be messed with."

"How can someone be so vicious? Doesn’t anyone take care of it?"

"Take care of it? Who dares? Bei Duanchang is the top core disciple of the Poison King Sect and ranked third among the Southern Three Sects. He is very close to the Crown Prince of Northern Han Kingdom. Who would mess with him? That would be suicide."

"Tsk, what a pity, a fine young man is about to be finished."

Around the stands, sighs and discussions rose and fell.

Everyone seemed to have foreseen the tragic demise of Ling Xiao.

But no one dared to warn Ling Xiao because to do so meant offending Bei Duanchang, which might result in being killed just like that young man

At this moment, Bei Duanchang’s lips curled into a cold smile as he glanced back at the Crown Prince.

The Crown Prince of Northern Han Kingdom shook his head, indicating that he did not know the young man.

Seeing this signal, Bei Duanchang immediately made his move.

A finger pointed out, the tip glowing with a sickly green light, obviously containing deadly poison.

Ghostly Light Finger!

"Ah—!"

Someone exclaimed in shock, feeling sorry for the young man, while others took pleasure in the misfortune, thinking the youth was short-sighted to offend Bei Duanchang.

However, in the next moment, Bei Duanchang’s Ghostly Light Finger ended up striking the air, as the young man simply shifted his feet slightly, easily avoiding the attack.

"Eh?"

Surprised exclamations arose one after another; no one expected that this young man could so easily dodge Bei Duanchang’s venomous move.

"Isn’t that Ling Xiao?"

Finally, Tyrant Sky Tiger recognized the young man in the arena.

"It really is Ling Xiao!"

Wang Lang, Li Hu, She Jiao, Chen Meng, and Jian Feng all recognized Ling Xiao.

Those who were just surprised were no longer surprised at this moment.

Defeating Tyrant Sky Tiger and Chen Meng, and dodging Bei Duanchang’s Ghostly Light Finger strike, seems like it was not a big deal for Ling Xiao.

"Who is Ling Xiao?"

The Crown Prince of Northern Han Kingdom asked, frowning.

"The chief core disciple of Moon Hua Sect!" Chen Meng replied indifferently.

"Hmph, turns out to be from the same sect as my nephew Zhao Zhi," he said.

The Crown Prince of Northern Han Kingdom snorted coldly, his eyes flashing with intense murderous intent.

The way he obtained his position as Crown Prince was somewhat disgraceful.

Therefore, what he feared most was Zhao Zhi coming back to compete with him for the position.

The Crown Prince of Northern Han Kingdom looked towards Ling Xiao, who was now standing opposite Bei Duanchang.

"For no reason, why did you attempt to assassinate me?" Ling Xiao asked in a cold voice.

His eyes shimmered with a black-gold radiance, and his hair had also turned black-gold due to the influence of the Ancient Hell Dragon Martial Soul, giving Ling Xiao a peculiarly cold and eerie presence.

"It’s nothing; you were simply in my way. If you see a stone blocking your path, naturally you kick it aside," Bei Duanchang said dispassionately. Despite being somewhat surprised that his move had not killed Ling Xiao, he still looked down on the younger man.

He had no other reason but his own strength, and so he was confident.

"Oh, I see. And now that you haven’t been able to kick away this ’smelly rock’, what will you do?" Ling Xiao asked with a smile.

Bei Duanchang suddenly revealed a sinister grin and said, "You have two choices: either stand there obediently and let me kill you—might make your death a bit easier—or get lost. This challenge, leave it to me!"

"Quite arrogant, aren’t you? You must be a disciple of one of the big sects," Ling Xiao asked with a smirk.

"Correct, I am the chief core disciple of Poison King Sect! If you’re wise, you’ll scram now. Otherwise, I’ll show you how formidable I am!" Bei Duanchang declared loudly.

"Poison King Sect, huh? Heh. Just curious, did you manage to rank within the top one hundred among the Twelve Sects?" Ling Xiao inquired.

Although reluctant to reply, as he didn’t want to respond to every question posed, Bei Duanchang was very interested in boasting and thus declared loudly, "Listen well, I am ranked ninety-sixth among the Twelve Sects!"

"Ninety-sixth? Given your arrogance, I thought you might be one of the Six Young Masters of Sacred Dynasty. What a disappointment," Ling Xiao let out a sigh.

Many spectators in the stands were agape; this young man was truly audacious. To say disappointed about someone ranked ninety-sixth among the front one hundred in the Twelve Sects?

The disciples of the Southern Three Sects looked at Ling Xiao with eyes filled with both anger and resentment; to look down upon Bei Duanchang was akin to belittling them, too.

"Kid, I gave you a chance; don’t come to regret not taking the polite offer over a harsh one," Bei Duanchang’s expression darkened, his tone laced with menace and coldness, carrying a strong threat and warning.

Ling Xiao chuckled dismissively, "How funny. You didn’t give me any chance when you attacked from behind, did you? Now playing the good guy?"

"Seems like you’re impervious to reason," said Bei Duanchang, the murderous intent in his eyes growing thicker.

He hadn’t made a move yet because he had not found the opponent’s weak spot.

His hasty attack had not succeeded in killing his opponent, which was already a miscalculation. He definitely couldn’t be careless now; losing face was trivial, but losing his life would be a grave matter.

"Enough talk, you—you’re not strong enough so stay aside, and let Bei Duanchang take over!" The Crown Prince of Northern Han Kingdom spoke up at this moment.

"And who might you be?" Ling Xiao looked at the man, his expression far from pleasant.