Tyrant Sky Martial Soul

Chapter 721: Chapter 721: One Step Ahead_1

It’s rather interesting, as long as one steps back, the armed puppets won’t attack again, as if following some command.

But there’s no one here, who could have issued them orders?

Ling Xiao found it more and more peculiar, but such things, if one can’t figure out at once, it’s better not to think about it at all, lest one’s brain explode from overthinking.

At this time, no one could help anyone else; it was every person for themselves.

Feng Yaorao let out a soft grunt as she swung her black long whip again, unleashing a terrifying force that made the entire hall shake incessantly.

The neck of the armed puppet had been directly coiled, and then Feng Yaorao mercilessly smashed it onto the ground dozens of times.

After those dozens of strikes, the body of the armed puppet became somewhat deformed, with some dents appearing, but that was just about it. The defensive power of the armed puppet was frighteningly strong.

On the other side, Lan Yu’er also went all out, executing Moon Shadow Slash at ten levels of strength, targeting the same spot on the armed puppet’s body repeatedly with every cut.

After dozens of strikes, the armed puppet had also been knocked back numerous times, and a small cut appeared on its neck.

Instead of blood, an odd liquid came oozing out of that small cut.

”Could it be that they don’t use spirit stones as their energy source?”

Ling Xiao suddenly froze.

He didn’t rush to attack; he had been observing all along, and he couldn’t help being surprised by this scene.

”These are the True Demon Empire’s armed puppets, created entirely from special metals. Inside them, there are very intricate magic array inscriptions, powered by ’Spiritual Oil’ harvested from the seabed.”

Feng Yaorao explained while she caught her breath and rested.

”Spiritual Oil?”

”Yes, similar to spirit stones, but in liquid form, and its purity is even higher than that of spirit stones, which makes it more valuable!”

Feng Yaorao nodded, ”Such a thing is unique to the True Demon Empire. Rumor has it that the Yin-Yang Demon King of the True Demon Empire relies on armed puppets powered by Spiritual Oil for combat, and they even possess intelligence comparable to humans!”

”No way, the mighty Yin-Yang Demon King is actually a puppet!”

Ling Xiao found it hard to believe.

”Believe it or not, we still need to figure out how to deal with these armed puppets.”

Feng Yaorao said helplessly.

”That’s not very difficult.”

Ling Xiao smiled slightly; after observing for a long time, he had already found the weakness of the armed puppets.

Although finding the weakness of these armed puppets was much more difficult and hidden than with those of the Green-eyed Clan, Ling Xiao’s Mountain and River Martial Soul was not for show.

Combined with his Destruction Will, he didn’t believe he couldn’t destroy this thing.

”Shadow Transforming Sword Technique - Sword Demon Descends!”

The sword move, imbued with the Destruction Will, shot through the air, striking the armed puppet from a distance of over ten meters away.

Crack crack crack crack!

A series of cracking sounds followed.

Hiss!

Eventually, the sword light tore through the stomach of the armed puppet, revealing the gleaming golden inscriptions inside.

”Such a finely crafted puppet, I wish I could get one to play with someday.”

Seeing the complex yet precise internal structure, Ling Xiao was filled with both admiration and awe.

He never thought that what he considered to be a clumsy puppet could be so beautifully perfect.

”Such terrifying destructive power!”

Feng Yaorao was even more amazed at this moment.

She even doubted whether it had been she who had spared Ling Xiao’s life or if it had been Ling Xiao who had spared hers.

Ling Xiao, however, was indifferent to her astonishment, and slowly made his way toward the throne.

”The reward this time isn’t bad at all, actually a complete design for an Armed Puppet! It also comes with a set of tools and some materials.”

Ling Xiao smiled faintly. He guessed that this place might have been used by the True Demon Empire in the past to train soldiers; those who performed well would receive rewards. It probably never occurred to those people from the True Demon Empire that their rewards would now benefit the disciples of the Twelve Sects.

Regarding the Spiritual Oil, Ling Xiao already had some clues. The Sea Race definitely had someone who knew the whereabouts of the Spiritual Oil. When the time came, he would exchange with the Sea Race for some. The creation of this Armed Puppet, whether for sale or for guarding and protecting property, would be very impressive.

As previously mentioned, the development of every Sect could not do without gold, and all must have their own industries.

If the Divine Sword Sect wanted to join the ranks of the Twelve Sects, they couldn’t do so without a specialty. In the future, they might as well focus on manufacturing and selling Puppets, which would be a fine choice as well.

After all, these Armed Puppets could enter many dangerous places, like treasure hunting, diving, etc., and undertake dirty or dangerous work that Martial Artists were unwilling to do.

There was definitely a market for this.

”Senior sister, and Miss Feng, I will take my leave first. Take care!”

Ling Xiao wanted to help Lan Yu’er, but upon further thought, he steeled his heart and prepared to part ways.

On the path of Martial Arts, one must work hard on their own. If one relied solely on others’ help or charity, they would not achieve greatness.

”I’m all right!”

Lan Yu’er, of course, understood what Ling Xiao meant, and nodded, reassuring him.

Feng Yaorao had no real connection with Ling Xiao and even had a bit of a grudge. At this point, she no longer wanted to stay with this little monster.

”I hope to see you at the finals. I really want to see the astonished expression on the Holy Son’s face.”

Perhaps because of the bond shared by women, Feng Yaorao seemed to harbor intense jealousy toward the Holy Son.

”Goodbye!”

Ling Xiao gave a faint smile and left from the throne’s location via a teleportation.

Once he had departed, Feng Yaorao couldn’t help but sigh and say, ”I originally thought I could strut my stuff at the Martial Arts Festival, but now it seems, there are just too many monsters like you. Forgive my bluntness, Miss Lan, but your Cultivation Level entering the top hundred is no problem, however, making it into the top fifty is still uncertain.”

”I understand, this session is likely to be filled with monsters due to the emergence of the Mountain and River Martial Soul. I must make further progress, otherwise, I really won’t be able to keep up with you all.”

Lan Yu’er clenched her teeth.

She too hoped to gain more benefits in the preliminaries. Parting ways with Ling Xiao might be the best choice.

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Swish!

A figure appeared out of thin air.

He looked around and noticed that there were quite a few fresh corpses on the ground, some still bleeding profusely. The strangest thing was that the Martial Veins of these Martial Artists had been extracted by something, resulting in an extremely tragic death.

”Ah, this is the True Demon Forbidden Land. Where there are opportunities, there are dangers!”

Ling Xiao couldn’t help but sigh. Along his journey, he had witnessed far too much killing, but he had long lost the inclination to sigh and lament as he once did.

The Mysterious World itself was a world for Martial Artists, where only the strong could control their own destiny.

Some people aspire to live an ordinary life.

But they don’t realize that with just a yawn, a Demon Head could destroy a city, killing countless ordinary people in the process.

Those people never get the chance to protect themselves.

Having come from a beggar’s life, Ling Xiao understood the significance of strength and status all too well.

Living an ordinary, plain life?

That’s just self-deception from people who have consumed too much feel-good nonsense.

In such a world, the only outcome for ordinary people is to live with frustration and die without understanding why.