Inside Zui Xiang Lou, everyone's eyes were fixed on the main entrance.
A young man, sword strapped to his back, slowly entered. Dressed in ragged, slovenly clothes, he resembled a modern-day "Brother Sharp." His long, inky hair flowed freely, and his delicate face exuded a murderous aura.
The young man's steps were treacherous, seemingly slow, yet in reality, swift. In a few strides, he passed through the crowd and arrived directly in front of the iron cage.
If he wasn't Ling Xiao, who else could he be?
The old maid was the quickest to react. She pinched her nose with a handkerchief, her eyes filled with disgust as she shouted, "Where did you come from, you stinking beggar? Get out now, or I'll break your legs."
"Yuxi, are you okay?" Ling Xiao ignored the maid and looked at Bai Yuxi in the cage with pity. Her tear-stained face, the red, swollen patches on her cheeks, felt a sharp pain in his heart. "Master...Master, Yuxi has embarrassed you...you!" Bai Yuxi burst into tears. She hadn't expected the Master to actually appear. Although she had been praying for him to show up and rescue her, she knew the hope was slim. When her Master finally appeared before her, she knew it wasn't a dream; he had truly arrived!
"Don't cry, Master will take you away right now," Ling Xiao tried to calm himself, but the dark, murderous glint in his eyes betrayed his innermost thoughts.
Today, someone must pay for this, and I won't stop until blood is shed!
"What are you still standing there for? Break his legs and throw him out!" the old woman shouted at the two guards.
The two guards, both eighth-level martial artists, heard the old woman's instructions and approached Ling Xiao with menacing expressions.
"First, I'll take a couple of flies to vent your anger," Ling Xiao muttered without even turning his head, one hand already resting on the blue crystal sword. "You stinking beggar, you're courting death..." an eighth-level martial artist cursed, raising a fist towards Ling Xiao.
However, before he could finish his words, a flash of sword light appeared.
The eighth-level martial artist's head and body were instantly severed.
The other eighth-level martial artist who had come with him was stunned for a moment, a look of horror in his eyes. Before he could even retreat, he followed his companion's footsteps.
In an instant, the two eighth-level martial artists were killed on the spot.
Everyone in the room froze in shock!
Then there was a chorus of cries of shock. Some commoners and wealthy merchants had never seen such a scene before, and many vomited in shock. Others were so frightened that they retreated to their rooms or fled Zui Xiang Lou.
Only a few brave merchants, who had witnessed a murder, remained.
The old woman also screamed, "Ah! Murder!" and retreated repeatedly, fearing that she would be killed by the beggar before her. "Don't be afraid, Yuxi. Young Master will make anyone who offends you kneel before you and repent," Ling Xiao said calmly to Bai Yuxi. The blue crystal sword slashed at the iron cage, instantly slicing a large hole.
"Young Master!" Bai Yuxi exclaimed, overjoyed, as if she had been granted a victory. She threw herself towards Ling Xiao, burying her pretty face in his arms and sobbing uncontrollably.
She finally felt the Young Master's unique masculine scent and the broadness of his chest, and an unprecedented sense of security settled in.
"Be good, don't cry. You're making fun of us!" Ling Xiao ignored everyone in Zui Xiang Lou, gently stroking Bai Yuxi's hair and soothing her softly.
As expected, Bai Yuxi obeyed and immediately stopped crying, though she continued to sob softly. "Who are you? How dare you come to the Li family's territory and cause trouble? Are you tired of living?" Li Qingqing finally spoke from upstairs. She hadn't expected someone like Cheng Yaojin to show up mid-sentence and ruin her fun.
Hearing this voice, Bai Yuxi couldn't help but feel a wave of fear, and couldn't help but hug Ling Xiao's waist tightly.
Ling Xiao was incredibly clever, and he immediately guessed Li Qingqing's identity. On his way here, he had grabbed the fabric shop owner to lead the way. He already knew Li Qingqing's identity: a daughter of the Li family, and it was she who had captured Bai Yuxi.
Ling Xiao patted Bai Yuxi's shoulder and looked up at Li Qingqing, his murderous gaze fixed on her.
"You're the one who brought her here?" Ling Xiao asked instead of answering.
"So what? She offended me. If you know what's best, commit suicide right here before my eyes, or I'll make you die a miserable death," Li Qingqing said bluntly to Ling Xiao. "Just because she accidentally bumped you with a piece of cloth, you're going to sell her out? Haha, well... well, Miss Li, I've learned a lot!" Ling Xiao said with narrowed eyes, then laughed wildly towards the sky, mentally sentencing Li Qingqing to death.
"My delicate body is too precious for a lowly servant like you to touch! Come, capture this stinking beggar immediately! I'll make him wish he were dead!" Li Qingqing shouted.
Immediately, four Xuanzhe-level warriors emerged from several hidden compartments within Zui Xiang Lou.
Two mid-level Xuanzhe and two high-level Xuanzhe were the true protectors of Zui Xiang Lou.
"Stand aside for a moment, and let the young master vent his anger on you," Ling Xiao whispered to Bai Yuxi.
Knowing she couldn't burden the young master at this moment, Bai Yuxi obediently retreated to a corner, still reminding him, "Young master, be careful!"
Just then, a mid-level Xuanzhe took the lead and punched Ling Xiao. Ling Xiao didn't even move, simply taking the punch from the mid-level Xuan Master.
The mid-level Xuan Master's blows against Ling Xiao felt like hitting solid stone, and he felt only a jolt of pain.
Ling Xiao turned around and said quietly, "Are you tickling me?"
This scene shocked all the warriors in Zui Xiang Lou. They all wondered, "Could this person be a Xuan Shi master? How could he take a punch from a mid-level Xuan Master and remain unscathed? But he's only a mid-level Xuan Master. Could he be hiding his true strength?"
Ling Xiao practiced the Vajra Five Transformations Technique. He had already mastered the first transformation. Even a full-strength attack from a high-level Xuan Master would be unharmed, let alone a mid-level one. Now, Ling Xiao was cultivating the second transformation. After two weeks of arduous training and the absorption of a large amount of precious and famous medicinal properties to strengthen his body, even a low-level Xuan Master wouldn't cause him much damage.
This was the power of the Vajra Five Transformations Technique. The mid-level Xuanzhe refused to believe this. The young man before him was clearly under twenty, perhaps only seventeen or eighteen. There was no way he could have reached the Xuanshi level; at most, he was a high-level Xuanzhe. Was he still afraid he couldn't injure him with his full-strength attack?
The mid-level Xuanzhe summoned all his Xuanli, gathering a powerful punch and slamming it down on Ling Xiao's chest.
Ling Xiao remained motionless, taking another blow.
Another ineffective blow. The mid-level Xuanzhe was about to retreat, but it was too late.
"Useless piece of trash! Not even worthy of scratching this young master's itch!" Ling Xiao cursed, and then swung a punch at the mid-level Xuanzhe as well.
"Frost Wind Blows in the Face"鈥攖he first move of the Heavenly Frost Fist.
There was no frost energy, only a chilling punch.
"Puff!"
The mid-level Xuanzhe couldn't retreat in time, and Ling Xiao's punch hit the bridge of his nose, breaking it. The mid-level Xuanzhe screamed and flew backwards. The other three companions no longer stood idly by, attacking simultaneously.
Two attacked Ling Xiao from above, one from below, determined to defeat him with a single blow. If their young lady hadn't requested he be spared, they would have used their weapons to dismember him.
Just because they didn't use weapons didn't mean Ling Xiao wouldn't.
Ling Xiao faced the siege with unflinching fear. A faint smile graced his face, and he swung his Blue Crystal Sword once again.
Suddenly, blue sword light swirled, and countless sword shadows shot towards the three from all directions.
The first move of the Tyrant Style: "Sword Leaves a Mark"!
The three pitiful Xuanzhe-level warriors had never expected such a powerful sword move. Unable to retreat, they were engulfed by the sword light.
"Ah"
"Ah"
"Ah"
Three agonizing cries rang out, leaving one dead and two wounded. The mid-level Xuanzhe died. The two high-level Xuanzhe each had an arm severed, their bodies lacerated with wounds, and blood gushed profusely.
The mid-level Xuanzhe who had just suffered a broken nose watched from the sidelines, sweat pouring down his back, his back soaked. He secretly thanked himself for not joining the siege.
"A disabled person would rather die than live," Ling Xiao muttered darkly, his body suddenly darting towards the two injured high-level Xuanzhe like a ghost.
Upstairs, Lan Kuangsheng, beside Li Qingqing, shouted, "Be careful!" and then leaped down from the building to save them.
However, he was no match for Ling Xiao's speed.
A sword strike stained blood. Before the two high-level Xuanzhe could even grasp what was happening, they felt a chill on their necks, and their heads split apart.
Of the four Xuanzhe-level warriors guarding Zuixiang Tower, only the last mid-level Xuanzhe remained. Ling Xiao glanced at him, and the mid-level Xuanzhe immediately felt his hair stand on end. He retreated repeatedly, drawing his broadsword to bolster his courage.
"Who the hell are you, sir? Don't you know this is Li family territory?" Lan Kuangsheng shouted at Ling Xiao.
Ling Xiao completely ignored Lan Kuangsheng and struck again with his blue crystal sword.
The mid-level Xuanzhe knew death was inevitable, so he decided to fight with all his might.
Alas, the result was still a fatal blow.
"How dare you defy me? You've got guts!" Lan Kuangsheng, already a low-level Xuanzhe, was furious to be killed by a seemingly mid-level Xuanzhe youth right in front of him. He also planned to kill this man in front of Li Qingqing, to steal her heart and steal her heart.
He opened and closed his white fan, attacking Ling Xiao from behind.
"Finally, someone respectable has arrived!" Ling Xiao's murderous intent was shrill. Today, he was going to kill for his first woman. Ling Xiao swung his sword to block, but his strength was far inferior to Lan Kuangsheng's, and he was knocked back several steps.
Bai Yuxi, not far away, couldn't help but exclaim in worry, "Young Master!"
Lan Kuangsheng had assumed the opponent was at least a low-level Xuanist, like him, but he didn't expect him to be unable to withstand even his attack. He couldn't help but wonder, "Is he really just a mid-level Xuanist?"
If he was just a mid-level Xuanist, yet he could directly slaughter two mid-level and two high-level Xuanists, how could that be possible?
In Ling Xiao's eyes, everything was possible!