Ling Xiao's exchange with the Blood Moon Demon God instantly sent waves crashing through the crowd.
All the powerful cultivators watching were struck dumb with shock.
"Blood Moon Demon God? Isn't he a Divine Hall divine general from the Mysterious Heaven Realm? He actually chased his opponent all the way here!"
"A divine general? He's clearly a demon, so why is he called a divine general...?"
"Ling Xiao... why does that name sound familiar? Damn! I know now—this guy is the madman who killed Ancestor of War's successor!"
"Word is Ancestor of War has issued a War Order in the outside world. A huge number of powerful cultivators are rushing to the Mythic Battlefield to hunt this man down."
"Damn, impressive! He killed Zhan Tianyan over there, and now he's going at it with a divine general here."
"No wonder he could kill nearly all those Netherworld Heavenly Horses with a single finger. Turns out he's a ruthless bastard."
"So this Primordial World Dao Lord is actually called Ling Xiao!"
More and more powerful cultivators arrived, forcefully joining the spectacle. A Divine Hall divine general facing off against the ruthless man who had slain Zhan Tianyan—there was far too much juicy drama here.
Golden Horn Dao Lord was already dumbfounded, his expression shifting between light and dark, green one moment and blue the next. No wonder this kid had made him feel so uncertain.
He was not some nobody, but a ruthless man pretending to be a pig so he could eat the tiger.
What a beast!
If Ling Xiao had revealed his true name from the start, perhaps he would not have picked this fight.
Now that such a huge misunderstanding had arisen, how was this supposed to end?
"Hmph! I, this lord, am blessed by fortune. Luckily, the