Chapter 13526 Blame You for Being Too Weak

As the black blade fell, the young man's figure was instantly split in two, blood splattered everywhere, dyeing the surrounding space red. His eyes were full of fear and unwillingness, but he was powerless to save the situation, and he could not die any more.

This scene made the surrounding Zhengqitang disciples change color. They had never seen such a horrific attack method. For a moment, fear and shock intertwined in their hearts.

Ling Xiao looked at the tragic scene in front of him, with a bitter smile on his face. He didn't want to cause trouble, and he didn't want to take anyone's life at will.

However, things are unpredictable, he just wanted to protect himself, but he didn't expect that in this instant, he had killed two young warriors from Zhengqitang. His heart was filled with helplessness and self-blame, as if a huge rock was pressing on his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"Please, please stop moving, okay? I didn't know you were so weak. I don't want to kill you."

He didn't want to cause trouble, but in an instant, he had already killed two young warriors from the Zhengqi Hall. This matter was like spilled water, and I'm afraid it can never be taken back, let alone resolved. Ling Xiao's heart was full of helplessness and sarcasm. He knew very well that this battle had pushed him into the abyss of opposition with the Zhengqi Hall.

But he did not regret it. Instead, he felt that these two guys were asking for death.

At this moment, more and more people gathered in the field, some curious, some angry, some horrified, forming a huge circle of onlookers. The voices of discussion and accusation rose and fell, interweaving into a noisy ocean.

When they saw Ling Xiao dressed as a demon cultivator and the demon sword in his hand emitting a cold light, everyone in the field looked at him unkindly. Their eyes were full of hostility and vigilance, as if Ling Xiao was a source of danger that could erupt at any time.

"The devil cultivators from the Demon Tower actually come to the Zhengqi Hall to kill people!" An angry voice sounded, like a bolt of thunder out of the blue, instantly igniting the anger of everyone present.

"This is simply too much!" Another voice followed, full of strong condemnation of Ling Xiao's behavior.

People echoed one after another, their emotions were ignited, and anger spread among the crowd like wildfire. In their view, Ling Xiao's behavior was not only a brutal murder of two young warriors, but also a trampling and insult to the dignity of Zhengqitang.

"It's to slap the face of Zhengqitang!" A burly man roared, his eyes bloodshot, as if he was about to spit fire. He clenched his fists, ready to rush up and fight Ling Xiao at any time.

The atmosphere in the field became increasingly tense, and people's emotions were pushed to a climax.

At this moment, Ling Xiao suddenly turned around with swift and decisive movements. As soon as he turned around, a shadow flashed past him like a meteor across the night sky, bringing up a breeze and ruffling the hair on his forehead.

Ling Xiao's instinctive reaction was swift and fierce. He stretched out his hand without hesitation, and a strong demonic intent gathered in his palm, which turned into a black blade light. With a sound of breaking through the air, he slashed fiercely in the direction where the afterimage disappeared.

This strike condensed all his strength. The black blade drew a graceful arc in the air, flashing a heart-pounding light.

Bang! With a loud noise, the air seemed to be torn apart suddenly, and the air waves spread out, rolling up the fallen leaves and dust on the ground, forming a small vortex.

In an instant, Ling Xiao was knocked back four or five meters by the reaction force. The stone slab under his feet cracked because it could not withstand the force, and fine stone chips flew everywhere. He steadied his body, his eyes were sharp, and he looked around vigilantly.

At this moment, not far in front of him, an old man in a white robe slowly walked into his sight. The old man had white hair and beard, a gaunt face, and his eyes revealed an unquestionable majesty and coldness.

He held a seemingly ordinary but faintly spiritual cane in his hand, and stood there quietly, as if he had merged with the world, with an otherworldly aura emanating from his entire body.

The old man looked at Ling Xiao coldly, his voice low and powerful: "When did the disciples of the Demonic Tower become so arrogant? How dare they come to my Righteousness Hall to kill people openly, and treat my sect rules as nothing?"

Every word he spoke was like a heavy hammer, striking Ling Xiao's heart and causing the air around them to freeze.

Ling Xiao had a blank expression on his face, but a hint of complex emotions flashed through his eyes. He spoke slowly, his voice calm but with a hint of bitterness that was barely noticeable:

"I'm sorry for killing them, because that was not my purpose for coming here. But you can't blame me. It's because the disciples of your Righteousness Hall are so vulnerable and they like to seek their own death."

Hearing this, the faces of the warriors from the Zhengqi Hall in the field all darkened, as if they were attacked by a cold wind and became ugly. Their eyes flashed with anger and disbelief, as if they couldn't believe that someone dared to speak so arrogantly on the territory of Zhengqi Hall.

Arrogant!

This is so fucking arrogant!
The old man's originally peaceful eyes gradually turned cold, like ice in winter, revealing a heart-pounding chill. "Let me see how strong you are! How dare you..."

There was unquestionable majesty in the old man's words. However, before he could finish his words, a black blade light suddenly appeared in front of him like a meteor across the night sky, as fast as lightning.

Ling Xiao was always decisive in his actions. He knew the importance of taking the initiative. Since the other party had already revealed his intention to attack, he would not sit still and wait for death. So, he launched the attack without hesitation. The black blade light cut through the air with a sound of breaking through the air, pointing directly at the old man.

The old man's face changed slightly, but he reacted very quickly. He turned his body to the side and cleverly dodged the swift black light like a swimming fish.

However, even though he dodged in time, the black light still brushed past his arm, leaving a tiny but deep scar. Instantly, a stream of black blood flew out, and a faint smell of blood filled the air.

The old man was furious, and his originally gaunt face became distorted and ferocious. His eyes were wide open, like an enraged lion.

When he stepped on the ground, it seemed that the ground could not bear his strength and sank slightly. Then, like a beast ready to attack, he rushed towards Ling Xiao with an unstoppable momentum.

His figure drew a graceful arc in the air at an astonishingly fast speed, as if he wanted to completely swallow Ling Xiao in this violent force.

Ling Xiao raised the corner of his mouth into a sneer, that smile contained unquestionable coldness and determination.

He slowly closed his eyes, as if he was performing some mysterious ritual, and then a strong smell of blood filled the air. It was the unique scent of a bloodthirsty sword spirit, which was heart-pounding.

When he opened his eyes again, they had turned red, like two burning flames, revealing endless murderous intent.