Ling Xiao: You're Far Worse Than the Lord of Myriad Demons

"Get lost! Didn't you see those two powerful figures fighting? Do you think you can beat them? If you can, then I'll listen to you!"

Ju Xinghe shouted loudly, his mind only focused on getting things done, without even considering whether he could actually win.

"What I mean is, once they're dead, both sides will be severely weakened, and then our opportunity will come, won't it?"

It doesn't say to start now; you need to learn to analyze and work around here.

The Giant Overlord retorted, tapping its enormous head as it spoke.

"Get lost!" Ju Xinghe cursed, ignoring him completely.

At this very moment.

The great battle between Ling Xiao and Tianxue Futu has reached its climax, stirring up huge waves in the sky above the sacred land of the Snow Heaven Clan.

Everywhere was filled with the glint of swords and the clash of blades; the Destruction power advanced in layers.

Everyone began to sense that something was wrong, especially the head steward's side, whose initial amusement gradually turned into seriousness.

"Something's not right, something's really not right!"

Wasn't this supposed to be a game? How did it turn into such a fierce fight, with blood already being drawn?

The head steward's face turned pale, and he unconsciously clenched his fists, beginning to feel fear.

"No, my son is a half-step into the Great Dao. There's no reason he can't defeat a mere Taiji Eighth Heaven cultivator."

He started to comfort himself, muttering incoherently, and was about to ramble on.

"That kid is at a disadvantage, Lord Futu is going to win!"

Suddenly, Tianxue Kong shouted loudly, his voice booming.

At this moment, Tianxue Futu's aura surged, and a black transcendent power appeared around his body.

His magical power became even more magnificent, and his swordsmanship became even more extraordinary.

With a single strike, the sword's edge rippled, sealing space and time. In an instant, countless spaces were frozen, losing their power.

"The demon's might is like the sea, freezing the century."

Tianxue Futu loudly, revealing that his sword intent contained the divine power of the Snow Heaven Clan, freezing time and space.

The icy sword energy swept across the sky, spreading continuously and freezing the space around Ling Xiao, not even sparing him.

An endless chilling power seeped out from each sword move, instantly suppressing Ling Xiao and slowing his movements.

He was practically imprisoned. Tianxue Futu's swordsmanship transformed into an ice prison, compressing him layer by layer, trying to crush him into dust.

This is a double blow.

"You're still too green. You're far from being able to compete with me. No matter how tenacious you are, you can't possibly bridge the gap between us."

Seeing that he had gained the upper hand, Tianxue Futu immediately put on a leisurely demeanor, as if he had just been toying with his opponent.

"True Demon Heart Refinement, True Demon Transformation Art!"

He spared no effort, raising his hand to unleash a torrent of demonic energy, the boundless demonic power enveloping Ling Xiao, attempting to assimilate him.

This is a puppet-making technique within true magic, capable of perfectly controlling an opponent and turning them into one's servant or puppet, at one's beck and call.

Instantly, the vast demonic energy rippled in all directions, like boiling water.

The waves surged like the tide, seeping into Ling Xiao's body in subtle ways.

In an instant, Ling Xiao felt a pressure that caused his brow to tremble, a change resulting from the pressure on his divine sense.

"The Great Dream Heart Sutra..."

With a thought, Ling Xiao unleashed the power of the Great Dream. At the same time, a blazing light suddenly burst forth from his dantian, and one after another, suns burst forth from his body.

The pressure of the True Yang Dao was released, rolling and surging, crushing and gradually dissolving the approaching chill.

"Hmm? Still want to resist?" Tianxue Futu's expression changed slightly, his eyes flashing with demonic light as he unleashed his Great Teleportation Divine Power.

One sword to the throat!

A flash of sword light appeared, then vanished into the void, unleashing a silent and deadly strike.

This sword strike, imbued with all the essence, energy, and spirit, was simple yet profound, a way to defeat the enemy in an instant, delivering a fatal blow to Ling Xiao.

Tianxue Futu finally understood. His father's recent reminder was true; this kid was indeed strange. How could someone at the eighth level of Primordial Taiji be able to fight him to this extent?

Even a powerful expert who has reached the first stage of the Great Dao wouldn't be this troublesome.

However, Tianxue Futu remained confident that he could obliterate his opponent with a single sword strike.

This sword strike was launched while Ling Xiao was distracted, seizing the opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.

However, a strange smile suddenly appeared on Ling Xiao's face.

The next moment, Tianxue Futu's sword energy disappeared completely, piercing into a patch of pure energy. This pure energy, like a torrent, gathered around Ling Xiao, forming a wondrous domain.

After Tianxue Futu pierced the pure energy with his demonic sword, he suddenly felt a lightness in his hand. To his surprise, he discovered that the sword had melted.

What is this thing?

He was horrified. This thing was neither water nor air, nor light, and it had actually melted his demonic sword.

He couldn't believe what would happen if he fell.

"You're nowhere near as good as the Lord of Myriad Demons."

Ling Xiao sneered, his face full of mockery. He had fought the Lord of Myriad Demons for ten thousand years, using all his skills and methods, but he couldn't do anything to him. Instead, he was seriously injured.

In comparison, this opponent, who also cultivated the Devil Dao, was far inferior.

"What?" Tianxue Futu was stunned, then furious. What was the Lord of Myriad Demons? How dare he be compared to him?

At that moment, Ling Xiao's large hand suddenly grabbed his arm.

"Come in and take a shower!"

Boom!

The Primordial Nine Purities Immortal Light erupted, and nine torrents of light surged forth, overwhelming everything.

"Holy crap!"

Tianxue Futu roared, and in an instant, his legs were melted.

He screamed in terror, howling like a banshee, and was truly terrified.

This bizarre method caught him completely off guard. No matter how powerful a creature is, the fear of the unknown is the same for everyone.

Fear arises from anything beyond our comprehension.

Regardless of strength or weakness.

"What kind of supernatural power is this? Why is even my magic power and soul melting?" Tianxue Futu was terrified and roared repeatedly.

He could no longer remain calm and began to reassess his opponent.

"A very powerful divine ability that you've never seen before," Ling Xiao said casually.

What kind of talk is that?

Tianxue Futu was stunned for a moment, his eyes blazing with anger, feeling a sense of humiliation.

"Die!"

He roared, his entire body swelled wildly, and a vast will surged forth.

This will swept across the heavens and earth, and a colossal demonic shadow rose up, as if to pierce the sky.

"True Demon Tyrant Body!"

The Tianxue Futu's Dharma body became extremely large and unshakeable, attempting to break free from the Nine Pure Immortal Light and escape from the heavens.

"Trying to run? Come back here!"

Ling Xiao showed no mercy, revealing the crystal of the Immortal Divine Dynasty, which instantly seemed to become infinitely large, covering millions of light-years.

His Dharma body became even taller and more majestic than the true demon, and he pressed down on the head of Tianxue Futu.

At this moment, Ling Xiao was like a butcher, about to push a robust old sow into boiling water.