Tyrant Sky Martial Soul

The shadow of the black sword stretched dozens of meters long and several meters wide, slashing towards Fan Ruolin with terrifying force.

”Ah~~~!”

In shock and anger, Fan Ruolin swung the ancient zither in his hand to block it.

Splurt!

Blood sprayed like a fountain, completely dyeing the ground in front of Fan Ruolin red.

Ling Xiao looked on calmly at this scene, putting away the Dark Demon Sword.

At this moment, Fan Ruolin was kneeling on the ground, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.

Blood had already soaked through his clothes completely.

He looked at the young man before him in terror; if the other hadn’t held back at the last moment, he would have died miserably.

He thought he was a genius, the unparalleled existence of the Fan Family.

Only after encountering Ling Xiao did he suddenly realize that he was just a frog at the bottom of a well.

How pathetic.

”Even the third young master of the Fan Family was defeated by him! What’s going on here?”

In the VIP room, the administrator of the Hell Tower looked out the window, shocked.

This scene was really hard to accept.

”This young man’s cultivation level isn’t particularly high, yet his combat power is astonishing; his fists are overwhelmingly strong, his sword techniques unpredictable. It’s no wonder that old third lost to him.”

Fan Ruohai smiled and said, ”In fact, I think if old third can learn from this and cultivate earnestly rather than looking down on everyone, perhaps he will make greater progress.”

”But, young master, he has already reached the sixty-ninth layer. Are we really going to let him become the master of the seventieth layer?”

The administrator asked.

”Why not? The Hell Tower has always been about relying on one’s own abilities. If he has the capability, what does it matter if he becomes the master of the hundredth layer?”

Fan Ruohai chuckled.

”But young master, that Secret Realm map is extremely precious; it concerns a secret of an underground world.”

The administrator reminded, ”If he really can decipher that map, I’m afraid his strength will increase crazily.”

”Hmm, but as you said, that map - for years, neither the Tianai Ba Tu nor I have been able to decipher it, and our two great families of the Tianhai Empire have worked together in vain. Would he be able to?”

Fan Ruohai smiled indifferently, unconcerned.

”You’re right, young master. I guess I’m worrying too much, and the martial artists beyond the seventieth layer, while not as terrifying as the Four Heroes of the Heavenly Sea, are nonetheless formidable. The scariest, though, is the ninety-ninth layer, sealed away there is the ’Hell Lord’. Tianai Ba Tu almost got killed by that guy, passing through using some clever trick in the end.

Ling Xiao will surely be unable to pass.”

The administrator thought it over and finally calmed down, considering that ’Hell Lord’ to be a demon being born with the Hell Tower, coming from spatial rifts.

What kind of creature it truly was was hard to say.

But this demon had killed many super genius martial artists who reached the ninety-ninth layer over the years.

Those martial artists all became its nourishment.

In another VIP room, Sun Leng Chan sighed and said, ”Jun Mochou, oh Jun Mochou, I do hope you can stop him. If he can even defeat you, I’m really worried that if given more time, there will be no one on the White Tiger Continent who can stop such a genius.”

”Is his talent that terrifying?” Hua Huo asked, puzzled.

”What Fairy Leng Chan said is very true.”

Answering Hua Huo was Jun Mochou. She stood up slowly, her eyes showing determination, ”Thus, I must defeat her; the White Tiger Continent belongs to the Zhengyi Sect, and we cannot let an outsider reign supreme.”

”Can you stop him?”

Sun Leng Chan asked.

”Stop him or not, I must!”

Now Jun Mochou dared not underestimate Ling Xiao at all.

She understood Fan Ruolin’s strength. He was at the pinnacle of the Yin-Yang Realm’s Ninth Level and possessed a very bizarre Martial Soul. Although she defeated him, it was definitely not easy.

Yet looking at Ling Xiao, he seemed to have easily defeated Fan Ruolin, which troubled her greatly.

She now wanted to personally experience Ling Xiao’s strength.

Using her Yin-Yang Realm Tenfold Intermediate Stage cultivation to block him.

Taking a deep breath, Jun Mochou stepped onto the platform of the seventieth layer.

And Ling Xiao was already there waiting.

”Don’t you need to rest a bit more?”

Jun Mochou asked curiously.

”No need, I haven’t exerted myself much.”

Ling Xiao wasn’t being arrogant; in defeating Fan Ruolin, he indeed had not expended much energy.

He knew the opponent before him, Jun Mochou, was a truly troublesome opponent.

However, just troublesome; he could still win.

Jun Mochou was called Mo Chou Xianzi for good reason.

Her appearance was outstanding, almost on par with Sun Leng Chan.

This was not surprising. In the Mysterious World, the more powerful a martial artist’s cultivation, the more perfect their looks.

This was because through martial arts, the continuous enhancement and modification of the physical body could make one’s figure and appearance more perfect.

Skin softer than silk, even sixty or seventy-year-old women could look as lovely as if they were eighteen or nineteen-year-old girls.

”Alright, in that case, I won’t be polite.”

Jun Mochou had no intention to waste words with Ling Xiao; she intended to seize the initiative.

At the moment her voice sounded, her figure abruptly flashed. A nimble longsword flew into her hand from the weapons rack, then pierced towards Ling Xiao at lightning speed.

The sword was a soft sword.

This made Ling Xiao very nostalgic, as he too had once used a soft sword.

Daring to use such a sword showed great confidence in one’s control over technique.

Jun Mochou’s goal was simple: to close in on Ling Xiao, gain the advantage, and not give Ling Xiao a chance to counterattack.

She thought Ling Xiao’s strength lay in his terrifying attack power.

If a martial artist’s attack is powerful, naturally their defense would be relatively weak.

To defeat Ling Xiao, she couldn’t let him strike.

This wasn’t just her thought; in fact, everyone in the audience felt the same.

From the first to the sixty-ninth layer, Ling Xiao had hardly taken any damage; even his clothes remained clean.

He seemed to fear something, not daring to directly meet his opponent’s attacks.

This led many to assume that Ling Xiao was definitely weak in defense.

In the VIP room, Fan Ruolin gritted his teeth and said, ”Damn it, why didn’t I think of that point? That guy previously used a strange avatar to dodge my musical note attack, surely because his defense wasn’t strong enough.”

Up to now, he was unable to admit defeat sincerely, constantly feeling he’d been played by Ling Xiao.

”Is it really so?”

Fan Ruohai lightly laughed, ”Old third, just watch closely. Next, he’ll show you how his defense truly is.”

Facing Jun Mochou’s sudden close-range attack, Ling Xiao was initially stunned.

Then he laughed.

Originally, he was thinking about how to lure her in, and then defeat her using the most straightforward and direct method.

After all, dragging it out would not benefit him.

Unexpectedly, the opponent actually threw herself into the trap.

This thrust, he had no intention of blocking.