Chapter 13621 Why don't you be my slave

Chapter 13621 Why don't you be my slave
Ling Xiao's whole body seemed to emanate an invisible sense of oppression, causing the air around him to solidify.

“The Three Sons of Righteousness? Today, I will turn you into the Three Sons of Death!” Ling Xiao’s voice was low and cold, as if it was a verdict coming from the Nine Nether Hell, without a trace of emotion.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Xiao's figure instantly disappeared from the spot, like a black lightning, rushing towards Yu Tianlang at lightning speed. Yu Tianlang, as the strongest among the three upright men, under normal circumstances, directly attacking him would undoubtedly be an extremely risky and unwise choice. However, Ling Xiao did not hesitate at all and resolutely did so.

This action made Yu Tianlang feel both disdain and an indescribable discomfort. In his opinion, Ling Xiao's direct attack was like a blatant contempt for his strength, as if telling him that he didn't need to be afraid of his strength.

Thinking of this, Yu Tianlang sneered, with a hint of sarcasm and arrogance in his smile. He slowly raised his hand, his movements were elegant and calm, as if he was performing a sacred ceremony. As he moved, a pen exuding an ancient atmosphere appeared in his hand.

Then, the pen in Yu Tianlang's hand danced quickly in the void, and the tip of the pen seemed to contain endless magic, outlining strange and complex lines. These lines flashed with mysterious light, intertwined together, as if constructing an unknown world.

In an instant, a terrifying aura roared out from the pattern, like an ancient beast that had been sealed for a long time, breaking free from its restraints. As this aura surged out, a righteous and majestic figure of a god and demon slowly emerged. The figure of the god and demon exuded a golden light, with a solemn face and eyes that revealed endless majesty and wisdom.

"The divine will takes shape - the Confucian Sage Dharma Image!" Yu Tianlang's voice resounded throughout the world, full of confidence and pride. Following his shout, the Confucian Sage Dharma Image slowly raised his palm and slapped Ling Xiao. For a moment, the world seemed to tremble, and the air seemed to be sucked out in an instant, producing a deafening roar. This roar was like the roar of thousands of thunders, and it was like the collapse of heaven and earth, which shocked everyone around.

In this fierce confrontation, the other two of the Three Righteous Sons just stood quietly by with contempt in their eyes, and had no intention of helping at all. It was obvious that in their opinion, it would be easy for Yu Tianlang to defeat Ling Xiao.

The woman raised the corners of her mouth high with an almost harsh sneer, her eyes full of mockery and contempt, as if everything in the world was under her contempt.

She raised her hand lazily and gently ruffled the hair on her temples. Her voice was sharp and full of undisguised arrogance: "This Ling Xiao is so stupid that he actually picked Senior Brother as his opponent. Doesn't he know the strength of our Zhengqi Hall? Here, apart from the ancestors and the headmaster who are in seclusion, Senior Brother is recognized as the number one master and the number one genius! With his own strength, he wants to challenge Senior Brother. Isn't this just courting death?"

After saying that, she deliberately rolled her eyes in an exaggerated manner and snorted softly through her nose. Her expression seemed to declare that she had already stood on top of the world and sneered at Ling Xiao's behavior.

The man next to him laughed out loud, his laughter was full of frivolity and arrogance, as if the whole world was under his control.

He smiled and touched his chin, the pride on his face almost overflowing: "He is from a small place, what can he know? He is just like a frog in a well, he has never seen the world, but he thinks he can run wild here just because he has some ability. He doesn't even think about it, how can he compete with the strength of the eldest brother?"

The two looked at each other, and the laughter became more and more arrogant, as if they had seen Ling Xiao being crushed under their feet, kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy in an embarrassed manner.

"Boom!" At this moment, a loud noise exploded from the void, like a thunder blasting in everyone's ears, causing pain in their eardrums. Everyone turned their heads and saw Ling Xiao holding the bloodthirsty knife tightly in both hands. The blade was wrapped with cold murderous intent, and he slashed at the huge palm of the Confucian saint with the force of thunder.

This blow seemed to split the sky and the earth apart. The moment the knife and the palm collided, the surrounding air seemed to be crushed by an invisible force, making a sharp "sizzling" sound, and visible energy ripples spread in all directions.

However, the disparity in power was immediately apparent. Ling Xiao was struck by an overwhelming force, and his entire body was struck by lightning. Like a kite with a broken string, he was uncontrollably blown away by the recoil force, drawing a long arc in the air, and finally falling heavily to the ground, creating a shallow pit and splashing a large amount of dust.

"So strong!" Ling Xiao steadied himself, his brows twisted into knots, his heart filled with shock and solemnity. He gritted his teeth secretly and whispered to himself: "This guy's strength is at least at the high level of Bao Yuan Realm, maybe even at the ninth level. The gap is too big! I thought I was the best among my peers, but I didn't expect that I would be so vulnerable in front of him."

His hands clenched unconsciously, his knuckles turned white from the force, and a strong sense of unwillingness and fighting spirit surged in his heart. He was not willing to be defeated so easily.

"Hahaha, kid, I'll give you a chance. Be my slave and I'll spare your life!" Yu Tianlang raised his head and laughed. His laughter echoed in the air, full of complacency and arrogance.

He raised his head high, his chin almost to the sky, and looked at Ling Xiao as if he was looking at an ant. His tone of surrender was as if he was bestowing a great gift. As long as Ling Xiao agreed, he would receive supreme glory.

"Slave? How dare you ask that?" Ling Xiao slowly raised his head, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and a mocking arc appeared at the corner of his mouth. His smile was full of disdain for such a ridiculous proposal. He straightened his spine and looked directly into Yu Tianlang's eyes without fear. His eyes seemed to say that dignity and freedom were his bottom line, and he would never kneel even in the face of death.

"So, you're just going to drink the wine for nothing?" When Yu Tianlang heard the rejection, a cold light flashed in his eyes, as cold as a blade, and murderous intent spread out without any concealment. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and a ferocious look appeared on his face, showing both anger at Ling Xiao's ignorance and absolute confidence in his own strength, as if telling Ling Xiao that the consequence of rejecting him would be irreparable.

"How about you become my slave? It would be so honorable to have a ninth-level Baoyuan realm expert as your follower." Ling Xiao was not frightened. Instead, he laughed and teased. There was a bit of cynicism and provocation in that smile, as if he deliberately wanted to anger Yu Tianlang.

To him, although Yu Tianlang is strong, he is not invincible, and there is always a way to defeat him.