Chapter 13697 You Can't Protect Him

"Got it, please go back!" Ling Xiao put away the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword calmly without any hesitation. His movements were clean and neat, and the moment the sword was sheathed, the pervasive demonic energy quickly subsided.

Then, he gently raised his hand and made a gesture to see the guest off. There was no trace of nostalgia in his eyes, as if to tell Luan Feng that this conversation was over and there was no possibility of turning back.

Luan Feng was stunned on the spot. She looked at Ling Xiao in disbelief, her heart filled with shock.

In her impression, Ling Xiao was somewhat courageous, but facing such a powerful strength as hers, he was so resolute and daring. Was he really not afraid of her taking action on the spot? The anger in her heart was instantly ignited, and her breathing became rapid.

"You've seen how powerful I am!" Luan Feng took a step forward, and the aura around her suddenly became violent. She stared at Ling Xiao, flames of anger burning in her eyes, and her voice was full of threats, as if reminding Ling Xiao not to challenge her bottom line easily.

However, Ling Xiao's expression was as calm as ever. He looked at Luan Feng quietly, without any panic in his eyes, as if Luan Feng's threat was just a breeze to him, not worth mentioning. He raised his head slightly, looking into the distance, as if he was thinking about something more important, and ignored Luan Feng's words.

"You have also seen how powerful Ming Xingjue is!" Seeing that Ling Xiao was unmoved, Luan Feng became more and more angry and threatened again. She tried to use Ming Xingjue's terrifying reputation to intimidate Ling Xiao and make him understand how terrible the consequences of going against her would be.

In the Dazhen Dynasty, Ming Xingjue's name is synonymous with fear. No one dares to mention it easily, and no one dares to provoke him.

But Ling Xiao remained very calm, the corners of his mouth even slightly raised, revealing a faint smile.

That smile revealed confidence and composure. His expression was definitely not fake, but was truly calm and composed, as if nothing in the world could scare him. He knew his own strength and the cards he had. Facing the threat of Luan Feng, he had enough confidence to deal with it.

Seeing this, Luan Feng's anger reached its peak.

She clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms, and a terrible breath surged out of her body. The air around her seemed to be distorted by this breath, making a "buzzing" sound, and the tables and chairs in the room began to tremble slightly, as if they were about to be overturned by this powerful force.

However, in the next moment, Luanfeng's body suddenly stiffened, her eyes widened instantly, and an expression of extreme fear appeared on her face.

She seemed to see a pair of eyes from the Netherworld, staring at her intently. The eyes were filled with endless majesty and oppression, causing the blood in her body to freeze instantly, and she could not move. Her breathing became rapid and heavy, and her heart was beating wildly in her chest, as if it was about to burst through her chest.

When she came to her senses, she found that there were no eyes in front of her, and everything around her seemed to have returned to calm. But she could clearly feel that her back was soaked with cold sweat, and her clothes were tightly attached to her skin, making her feel cold.

She felt a wave of fear in her heart, knowing that she had just encountered an extremely terrifying existence.

"We will meet again!" Luan Feng gritted her teeth and squeezed out these words. She glared at Ling Xiao fiercely, then turned around and walked away with a slightly staggering step. Her figure gradually disappeared in the darkness outside the door, leaving only a dead silent room and Ling Xiao who seemed to be thinking about something.

"You can't protect him. He will die whether you agree or not. I know you don't want to betray your men. Don't worry, he will die suddenly!"

Luan Feng had already gone far away, but she could still hear Ling Xiao's cold and murderous voice. This voice seemed to carry an invisible magic power, which went straight into Luan Feng's ears, making her eardrums hurt and her whole body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Luan Feng's face instantly turned as cold as frost. She bit her lower lip tightly. She thought that with her own unparalleled strength, she could intimidate Ling Xiao in this confrontation and make him submit obediently.

But unexpectedly, the situation suddenly reversed, and he was instead oppressed to the point of being breathless by Ling Xiao's seemingly calm but secretly turbulent words.

She thought to herself that this matter was very complicated, involving the internal secrets of Zhaixing Tower and the delicate balance of various forces in the Dazhen Dynasty. It could not be resolved in a short time. She had to take a long-term view and must not ruin things because of a momentary impulse.

After watching Luan Feng's slightly staggering figure disappear into the darkness outside the door, Ling Xiao slowly turned around, his eyes like torches, facing the empty air, his tone was steady but revealed a hint of unquestionable majesty, he said loudly: "I know you are awake, please bring that Xiao Yihang here, I want to kill him with my own hands, to commemorate Brother Zhongru!"

The sound echoed in the silent room, as if it had a power that could penetrate the void.

"No problem!" Suddenly, an old but somewhat excited voice rang out in the air. The voice was like the cry of a night owl, with a strange charm. It turned out to be the Demon King's clone. At this moment, he had fully awakened and was rubbing his hands, eager to try.

In his opinion, this action would not only help Ling Xiao, but also give him an opportunity to practice. After all, with the powerful strength of his current clone, completing this small task would not consume much energy at all and was simply a piece of cake.

Then, Ling Xiao walked to the chair at the side without any hurry and sat down slowly. He reached out to take the tea set that had been prepared on the table, and began to make tea with skillful movements. He gently sprinkled the tea leaves into the teapot. The moment the hot water was poured in, the fragrance of the tea filled the air, and the rising hot steam blurred his stern face.

Ling Xiao just sat there quietly with a calm expression, as if the thrilling confrontation just now had never happened. He was just leisurely enjoying the moment of tranquility. In fact, his heart had already been burning with the flames of revenge, and he was just waiting for the culprit Xiao Yihang to arrive so that he could vent all his anger.

About an incense stick of time passed quietly, and there was a slight sound of footsteps outside the door, accompanied by a low groan. Then, Xiao Yihang, with a bruised face and nose, was dragged by an invisible force and appeared in front of Ling Xiao in a mess.

His hair was disheveled, his face was bruised and purple, there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of fear and despair.

"I asked you to bring him here, but I didn't ask you to teach him a lesson. I have to do this job myself." Ling Xiao looked at the miserable scene in front of him, frowned slightly, and said speechlessly. There was a hint of anger in his tone, but also a little helplessness.

"This kid was disobedient, he kept cursing and making a fuss along the way, so I slapped him a few times. I didn't expect that he would be so resistant to being spanked. He ended up like this after a few slaps." The old voice of the Demon King sounded again, with a hint of teasing in his words, as if he was telling a very common and funny story. (End of this chapter)