Chapter 12690 I am strong!

At this time, in a tavern in a city of the Tyrant Empire, several people were sitting around a masked young man.

One of them reported to the masked young man: "Master, Ling Xiao has left! Is it time for us to take action?"

The masked young man sighed softly, his voice revealing a hint of helplessness: "I didn't expect the Northern Frontier Holy Temple to be so useless. We prepared for such a long time, but they were destroyed by a mere Tyrant Empire. But it's good, this saves us a lot of trouble."

"Is the leader planning to take action against the Tyrant Empire?" When everyone heard this, a glimmer of excitement flashed in their eyes.

The masked young man's face was hidden under a pitch-black iron mask, revealing only a pair of eyes flashing with cruel light.

He was a burly man with muscular body, like a beast about to go berserk. He was wearing a black robe with strange totems embroidered on the hem, exuding a mysterious and dangerous aura.

He sneered, his voice full of disdain and arrogance: "Let's do it, now that Ling Xiao has left, the Tyrant Empire is leaderless, this is our chance." His voice echoed in the tavern, as if to fill the entire space.

However, just as he finished his words, a warrior covered in blood suddenly stumbled in and shouted in panic: "Oh no, Master, we are surrounded!"

The masked young man's face changed, and he quickly released his spiritual sense to explore the surrounding situation. As a result, he found that the originally empty tavern was now densely packed with people. These people were wearing uniform armor and holding sharp weapons. They were obviously a well-trained army.

"Don't resist, everyone. Before you do anything stupid, just surrender. Otherwise, if we start fighting, you might lose your life."

A cold and majestic voice sounded in the masked young man's ears. The masked young man scanned and saw a beautiful woman standing on a huge puppet, looking down at them indifferently.

The puppet was several feet tall and exuded a strong aura of oppression that made people shudder.

boom!
Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and the masked youth flew up into the air and rushed directly towards Ji Mingkong. He was a peak warrior in the Martial Soul Realm, so how could he be afraid of Ji Mingkong?

"Hmph, without Ling Xiao, your Tyrant Empire still wants to compete with my Divine Religion? I was originally considering how to find you, the empress, but I didn't expect that you would come to my door yourself." He showed a sinister smile, with great disdain in his eyes.

However, Ji Mingkong ignored his verbal provocation and just shook his head indifferently: "You don't know how to live or die!"

Suddenly, the Red Water Dragon King spewed out a ball of red mist, which instantly enveloped the masked young man. The mist contained a strong poison, and the masked young man suddenly felt difficulty breathing and fatigue.

He tried his best to break free from the red mist, but found that his strength was so insignificant in the face of this poison. He widened his eyes in horror, watching his body gradually being eroded by the red mist.

At this moment, another black figure attacked. It was the Black Water Dragon King! It struck hard, smashing the masked young man to the ground.

The masked young man lay on the ground with a look of extreme fear. He had completely lost the power to resist and could only watch Ji Mingkong and her army subdue them one by one.

"How could you possess such a powerful puppet? How is that possible!" he muttered to himself, his eyes filled with unwillingness and despair.

However, Ji Mingkong did not answer his question, but gave an order indifferently: "Go ahead, since they want to resist, kill them without mercy."

As her cold voice sounded, the army of Tyrant Empire began to move. They mercilessly killed the members of the cult one by one, and the scene instantly became bloody and cruel.

The Tyrant Empire had just unified the northern border, so naturally there would be many people who wanted to stir up trouble. Ji Mingkong knew that he had to be ruthless at this time. Only by killing the chicken to scare the monkey could the Tyrant Empire become more stable.

……

At this time, Ling Xiao was outside the Northern Frontier, at the border of the Southern Region. He was covered in dust, but his eyes were shining with determination and expectation. Leaving the turmoil of the Northern Frontier, he stepped into this unfamiliar land, the Southern Region.

As soon as he stepped into the border of the Southern Territory, he immediately felt the difference here. The spiritual energy in the air was much richer than that in the Northern Territory, almost ten times richer.

These spiritual energies flowed like liquid, surrounding all around, as if every inch of land contained endless vitality and vigor.

Not only that, the martial arts laws of the Southern Region also seemed to be more complete and more advanced. He could clearly sense those laws flowing in the air, like invisible threads, interweaving into a huge martial arts network.

Ling Xiao's heart moved. He knew that the warriors here must have extraordinary martial arts skills. The Southern Region, a land praised by the outside world as a holy land of martial arts, was indeed worthy of its reputation.

However, just as he was secretly admiring it, a rough laugh suddenly came from the front. He looked up and saw a group of people sitting around the campfire, eating barbecue with hearty mouthfuls of satisfied smiles on their faces.

These people did not look like ordinary people, and they exuded a faint warrior aura. When they saw Ling Xiao coming, several of them stood up and walked towards him.

"Is there something?" Ling Xiao asked calmly, with an unquestionable majesty in his voice.

"You're from Northern Xinjiang, right?" The scarred man opposite sneered, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

"Yes!" Ling Xiao nodded without further explanation.

"That's right. Anyone coming from Northern Xinjiang must hand over their storage ring to us." The scarred man raised a cruel smile, as if he was saying something that was a matter of course.

"Robbery?" Ling Xiao raised his eyebrows, already understanding the intentions of these people.

"If you say so, then so be it. What are you going to do?" The scarred man smiled, seemingly not caring about Ling Xiao's reaction.

"I'm going to kindly suggest that you get out of the way. Otherwise, I'm afraid I might hurt you." Ling Xiao shook his head, his tone revealing an unquestionable majesty.

"Hahahaha!" Everyone burst into laughter upon hearing this, as if they had heard something extremely funny.

"Sure enough, those losers from Northern Border all have the same tone. They really think that Southern Region is as weak as their Northern Border." One of them sneered.

Ling Xiao sighed and shook his head. His figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, as fast as a flash of lightning across the night sky.

He didn't even draw his sword, and the next moment, he had passed through the warriors who blocked his way. His figure shuttled through the crowd like a ghost, and every time he appeared, there was a flash of blood.

(End of this chapter)