Tyrant Sky Martial Soul

The crowd was shocked to hear that Ling Xiao actually wanted to drink more.

That’s the Five Poison Holy Wine!

The strongest and most dangerous wine in the Qijing Tower.

Ordinary martial artists don’t even dare to touch it, and those who pride themselves on their strong physique might only drink a sip or two, then need to rest for half a day.

That kind of excruciating pain isn’t something everyone can endure.

Even a martial artist at the Yin-Yang Realm Tenfold might drop dead after drinking a single jug!

But Ling Xiao was too formidable; he drank an entire jug straight away and acted as if nothing happened, wanting more?

How could they know that the potent poison harmful to others was actually greatly beneficial to Ling Xiao?

He normally didn’t have enough money to buy a large amount of Five Poison Holy Wine, and brewing it himself took too long, with key ingredients hard to find.

Especially the five potent poisons, which are extremely rare.

The Fan Family can brew it in large quantities because they raise the Five Poisons themselves, something others can’t do.

He decided to take this chance to drink to his heart’s content and on the side, bleed the Princess Consort dry; it was a win-win.

At this moment, the Wind Devil Sacred Sword stood drenched, looking utterly embarrassed.

No one cared whether he was humiliated; everyone was concerned if Ling Xiao could handle a second jug of Five Poison Holy Wine.

His face was increasingly sullen, so dark it seemed ink could drip from it.

This enmity was cemented completely.

The Princess Consort’s eyebrows knitted slightly, then she sneered and signaled to the counter, ”Bring nine more jugs of Five Poison Holy Wine; since this little brother likes to drink, we’ll let him drink to his fill.”

Her intention was clear.

If one jug doesn’t kill you, then try two. If two don’t do it, then three—she ordered nine more jugs, plus the one on the table, to make it ten; wasn’t Ling Xiao supposed to die?

If this fake Ling Xiao really died from drinking, she’d actually save herself some trouble.

”Catch this, little brother!”

The Princess Consort revealed a cold smile, then slammed both hands on the table, sending all ten jugs shooting towards Ling Xiao.

The angles were all different, clearly using an exquisite hidden weapon technique.

Each angle targeted the spots where Ling Xiao couldn’t exert force.

Failing to embarrass Ling Xiao the first time and causing bad luck for the Wind Devil Sacred Sword made her quite displeased.

This time, she wanted Ling Xiao to die in disgrace to alleviate her resentment.

Ling Xiao’s mouth curved into a cold smile; his form flickered and became an afterimage, soaring into the air.

Then people saw an astonishing scene.

The ten jugs of Five Poison Holy Wine were swept by a whirlwind, and the wine inside flew out, spiraling upwards.

Ultimately, it all disappeared!

Afterwards, they found Ling Xiao back in his original spot, his face flushed red, with an aura burning fervently.

This was clearly due to consuming a large amount of Five Poison Holy Wine.

Ordinary people might not see what Ling Xiao just did clearly.

But the observers here weren’t blind; they were all experts.

They saw Ling Xiao swirling around the ten jugs rapidly, forming a vortex.

The wine in the jars had all been drunk by him.

”Here’s your jars back!”

Having drained the wine, Ling Xiao tossed the ten jars back at the Princess Consort.

This time, Ling Xiao employed hidden weapon techniques as well.

He had once devoured the Martial Soul of a young prodigy from the Tang Clan in the Heavenly Dragon Continent, although he hadn’t used it.

But it allowed him to master the hidden weapon techniques.

Despite the Tang Clan’s decline with unimpressive cultivation, their hidden weapon skills were hailed as the best in the Mysterious World.

The ten jars flew out, causing the Princess Consort to feel a pang of panic.

Her strength was formidable, not fearing attacks, but catching the jars undamaged was impossible.

Helplessly, the Princess Consort struck with her palm wind, shattering the ten jars immediately.

Although she stopped Ling Xiao’s attack, it was clearly not as effortless as Ling Xiao’s performance.

This was a minor embarrassment.

Her delicate face flushed with anger, but she couldn’t vent it.

Since she initiated the jar attack to test Ling Xiao, he merely returned them, yet she failed to catch them.

Losing her temper now would only make it worse.

Moreover, she kept her gaze on Ling Xiao, wanting to see him suffer from the excruciating torment of ten jars of Five Poison Holy Wine.

Ling Xiao looked somewhat peculiar.

His face reddened like hot iron.

A strange heat emanated from his body.

Inside him, it felt like burning flames, threatening to corrode his organs.

”Ah!”

Ling Xiao suddenly roared, spewing a ball of black flame-like wine vapor.

Watching this, aside from Liu Lian and a few others, most wore schadenfreude expressions.

This fake Ling Xiao was truly foolish to gulp down ten jars of Five Poison Holy Wine; he’s doomed now.

”He deserved death!”

The Son of God sneered, feeling as if he had defeated Ling Xiao, quite satisfied.

The Wind Devil Sacred Sword also looked at Ling Xiao, his expression finally relaxed, thinking this fake Ling Xiao sought his own death, sparing his own efforts.

”Hic!”

Yet to everyone’s astonishment, moments later, Ling Xiao suddenly hiccupped, his complexion returning to normal.

”Princess Consort, why wait? Bring the wine!”

He smiled at the Princess Consort.

”You can still drink?”

Stunned, the Princess Consort nearly popped her eyes out.

What kind of constitution did this guy have? Having already downed eleven jars of Five Poison Holy Wine, each top-tier jar costing 100,000 middle-grade spirit stones.

Eleven jars totaled 1.1 million!

Though wealthy, spending so much on an enemy was intolerable.

Yet now forced to, she couldn’t back down.

As much as Ling Xiao could drink, she’d buy; otherwise, she’d lose all face as the Princess Consort.

”Fine, since you’re not afraid of death, bring ten more jugs!”

Furrowing her brows, the Princess Consort shouted towards the counter.

The jugs promptly arrived.

This time the Princess Consort did nothing, meekly placing the jugs on Ling Xiao’s table.

Previous attempts to trouble Ling Xiao failed, resulting only in embarrassment for herself.

She had no intention to continue.

Ling Xiao once again drank all ten jugs.

At the moment the ten jugs entered his belly, he clearly felt his dormant cultivation unlock and open once more.

In that instance, he envisioned the twelfth layer of the animal-life cycle***hell, transforming people into creatures to endure suffering.