With Ling Xiao's level of soul power and the Starry Emperor Robes he wore, not to mention these Breakthrough Realm disciples, even a Divine King expert would be utterly unable to detect his aura.
At this moment, the attention of the disciples from the two great orthodox sects was entirely on each other. So, no one noticed the figure who had slipped onto the city wall from the side and now stood at the very back of the Cloud Millet disciples.
"You Qin Clan disciples just love to bark! If you have the guts, come up here and let's have a fair fight!!"
"Heh, I heard that back in Sunset City, you Cloud Millet disciples were crushed into dogs by Young Master Ling Xiao of the Myriad Daos Demon Sect, kneeling on the ground and imitating dog barks for a whole day. It seems Young Master Ling Xiao was very perceptive, seeing your true nature at a glance!"
Below the city wall, Qin Leng sneered, a trace of mockery in his eyes. If there was anyone here who truly wanted to start a fight, it was probably him alone. After all, all the infamy had been pinned on him. He genuinely wanted to crush these hypocritical righteous disciples with his own hands to clear his name! But… if Qin Wei didn't move, he certainly didn't dare act rashly either. He still needed to preserve this wretched life, hoping for the day he could see Young Master Ling Xiao again.
"Qin Leng, you beast in human clothing! Who are you calling dogs? Believe me, I'll tear your mouth shut!"
"I'm calling you pack of dogs! Have the guts to come down here! Your grandfather is standing right here! Which of you dares come down and fight me?!" Qin Leng laughed arrogantly, having clearly seen through the current situation. The disciples of the two sects probably wouldn't fight today, otherwise he wouldn't dare be so brazen.
But just as his voice fell, a Cloud Millet disciple on the city wall was suddenly sent flying out, descending towards the foot of the wall in a truly bizarre posture.
Instantly, the atmosphere froze.
The disciples from both sides stared at the furious, diving figure, their eyes filled with panic and astonishment. Even the disciple mid-air wore a look of utter bewilderment.
Dammit! Who kicked me?! This… this isn't the outcome I wanted!! They say if you cultivate diligently, you can survive. That hard work can prove the Dao!! Why, at this moment, does my heart full of fervor suddenly feel a chill? But… Since I'm already down here, I can't lose face for my Cloud Millet Immortal Sect, can I? Man… who doesn't face death? Just which turtle's grandson wants me dead!!!
The Cloud Millet disciple's body suddenly erupted with overwhelming spiritual light, shaking heaven and earth.
"Brothers, kill them!!"
From behind the crowd came an angry, roaring voice. The Cloud Millet disciples, still in a state of confusion, instinctively circulated their spiritual power and began rushing down the city wall.
No choice, the battle cry has been shouted. If we hesitate now, wouldn't it make our Cloud Millet seem cowardly?
In that moment, spiritual light flashed between heaven and earth, the sounds of slaughter deafening. The two sides, previously only warring with words, instantly erupted into a shocking melee.
You see, once someone sets the pace, others follow. But those who believe the pace-setter… Hiss. They will lose a lot of joy.
Qin Wei and the Cloud Millet Holy Son stared dumbfounded at the scene before them, swallowing hard. Especially the Cloud Millet Holy Son, who was now frowning deeply, looking towards the rear, seemingly trying to see which damned bastard had set the pace and ignited this fight to the death.
By now, Ling Xiao's figure had already retreated ten miles away. He watched the two sides slaughtering each other with calm eyes, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"Kill!!"
The roars shook the heavens. Countless spiritual lights fell like falling stars, crashing down. The world seemed to darken, a bloody sun hanging in the distant sky, casting myriad bloody rays.
"Ah." Finally, the Cloud Millet Holy Son let out a light sigh, stepped forward, and immediately, afterimages appeared behind him, like fleeting light and illusion, mysterious and unpredictable. Matters had come to this; even if he had the heart to avoid the fight, he had no power to retreat now.
"Qin Wei, face me!!"
"You think I'm afraid of you?!" Qin Wei's eyes narrowed. Gritting his teeth, he transformed into a great sun, radiating endless divine light, and stepped forward to meet Jin Yang.
A foul wind rose between heaven and earth, and the figures of Qin Wei and Jin Yang finally collided.
Boom!
Divine splendor scattered, fierce winds howled. In this first direct clash, both had clearly not used their full strength. Yet, even so, Qin Wei was forced back several steps before stabilizing his stance.
"Your turn to act." Ling Xiao turned his head and looked towards the distant mountain peak. Xiao Tu seemed to sense something, transforming into a soaring eagle, sweeping down from mid-air. The moment he landed, the spiritual sword in his hand beheaded a Qin Clan disciple.
"Kill!!" Faced with this sudden helper, the Cloud Millet disciples didn't pay it much mind. The Qin Clan was treacherous; having a few enemies was normal. Someone coming to help only solidified their advantage.
"So this is it, Cloud Millet Immortal Sect, you actually hired outside help! Brothers, kill them!!" Qin Leng's expression was ferocious as he stared at the unfamiliar figure. The Heartless Sword in his hand was drawn, assuming the posture of a peerless young master. But…
His sword might be heartless, but unfortunately, every Cloud Millet disciple who saw him bore a deep-seated hatred. Various spiritual seals and great palms came falling down upon him. In the short span of a single breath, he was hammered until he coughed up two pints of blood.
"Dammit! I see, you're all deliberately targeting me!!" Qin Leng's white robes were instantly stained red with blood. He never dreamed in his wildest dreams that these damned Cloud Millet disciples actually dared to start a war with the Qin Clan. But regret was useless now. Finally, Qin Leng understood why Ma Liang had been scared unconscious that day. Right now, he also very much wanted to faint. But given his current predicament, he feared even if he fainted, he'd probably be pummeled a few more times.
Young Master Ling Xiao, I'm afraid today… we truly must meet in the next life. If only… if only that day I had been bolder, looked at you a few more times, then I… would die without regret.
"Die!" Just as Qin Leng looked up at the sky, tears falling, an angry shout suddenly came from the distant void. Then, a strange fluctuation swept out, actually causing ripples in space. Xiao Tu's expression was icy cold, like an ancient soul cultivator, his body radiating endless soul light. In his hand, a soul seal suddenly pressed down, instantly crushing the void as it smashed towards Qin Leng's head!
Buzz!
Peerless sharpness descended from the sky. Before the ancient seal even landed, it pressed the entire patch of earth down by a full zhang.
"It's over." At this moment, Qin Leng's heart and spirit trembled. But in an instant, a faint smile lifted the corners of his mouth.
If not for Young Master Ling Xiao, I would have died long ago atop Sunset Peak. Living these extra days has all been a gift from the Young Master. In this life, I was born a member of the Qin Clan, and cannot repay this great kindness. In the next life, if my soul returns here, I will surely follow the Young Master to conquer mountains and rivers!
The spiritual sword in Qin Leng's hand bloomed with mysterious light as he slashed fiercely towards the soul seal. But with his methods, how could he resist this heaven-shaking blow? The Heartless Sword shattered segment by segment. Qin Leng's figure fell towards the ground like a kite with its string cut. His face showed no trace of panic, as if he had gained some enlightenment about death. But deep in his eyes, a flicker of reluctance was faintly visible.
Young Master Ling Xiao, wait for my return!
Buzz!
A cold, sinister soul light enveloped heaven and earth, instantly submerging Qin Leng's figure. But just as he closed his eyes in despair, he distinctly saw a majestic figure charging straight towards the seal. Behind him was a sea of stars stretching ten thousand miles, the sun and moon shining together, shedding endless immortal radiance. This scene, like a carving knife, was once again deeply engraved into Qin Leng's heart.