Chapter 13717 Heavy Injury to Tian Wuzi

Yao Huo was extremely confident in his heart. He knew his own strength very well. In this world, there were only a handful of strong men who could fight him head-on, not to mention Ling Xiao's sneak attack. In his opinion, no matter how strange Ling Xiao's methods were, it was impossible for him to be hurt at all.

Sure enough, when the blood-red long sword came in front of him, Yaohuo was not in a hurry. He raised his right hand casually, and a powerful force surged from his palm, like an invisible wave, colliding with the blood-red long sword. There was a loud "bang", like the sound of a huge bell, shaking the whole room violently, and the dust on the wall fell down.

The blood-red sword was blocked by this force, and the blade stopped less than an inch away from Yaohuo's neck, unable to move forward any further.

A smug smile appeared on Yaohuo's lips, and he was about to mock Ling Xiao, but when he came to his senses and his eyes inadvertently glanced to the side, he was instantly struck by lightning and the smile on his face froze.

Tian Wuzi was seen lying in a pool of blood, half of his body had been chopped off, blood was flowing like a spring, dyeing the ground a dazzling red.

Tian Wuzi's eyes opened wide, full of fear and disbelief. He could never have imagined that Ling Xiao's target was not Yaohuo, but himself.

Fortunately, Tian Wuzi's companions reacted quickly. At this critical moment, they rushed forward, quickly formed seals with their hands, and a ray of light descended from the sky, enveloping Tian Wuzi and temporarily saving his life. Otherwise, Tian Wuzi would really have died at this moment.

"Haha, Tian Wuzi? You are lucky, but I have to remind you,"

In the void, Ling Xiao's icy voice came slowly, as if it came from the Nine Nether Hell, revealing endless chill, "If you dare to continue to target me, I will kill your people from Xuantian Temple. If you help them for one day, I will kill 100 people from your Xuantian Temple. I mean what I say!"

Ling Xiao's voice echoed in the room, and every word seemed to carry a heavy murderous intent, making people shudder.

"You're looking for death!" Yao Huo heard Ling Xiao's threat, and the anger in his heart was instantly ignited, like a volcanic eruption. His eyes were wide open, veins on his face bulged, and he looked like a madman. He turned around suddenly and slapped with all his strength in the direction where Ling Xiao's voice came from.

This palm contained all his strength. The palm wind was whistling, and wherever it passed, the void seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand. There was a "cracking" sound, and the surrounding space was distorted and deformed.

However, when the palm wind dissipated, there was nothing in front of him. Ling Xiao had long disappeared, leaving only an empty void, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

"Hurry up and save him!" Yaohuo's face was extremely ugly at the moment, so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip out. He never thought that he was so careless that Tian Wuzi was attacked by Ling Xiao right under his nose and suffered such serious injuries.

This was a great humiliation and disgrace to him. He secretly swore in his heart that he must tear Ling Xiao into pieces to wash away the shame of today.

Watching Yaohuo hurriedly leaving with the seriously injured Tian Wuzi, Ling Xiao hid in the dark, with a sneer on his face. What he just said was not something he made up to scare Tian Wuzi, but he really intended to do it.

In Ling Xiao's heart, since Tian Wuzi dared to help the people of the Holy Hall to deal with him, he must pay a heavy price.

In this cruel world, he doesn't care if he has one more enemy or one less. His fate has long been drawn into the vortex of disputes. Only by fighting violence with violence can he find a glimmer of hope in this chaotic world. Now, it depends on what choice Tian Wuzi will make and how he will behave.

Ling Xiao was well aware of the critical situation. In order to confuse the enemy, he used the Demon Shadow Clone Technique, leaving a clone hidden in the imperial city. Its aura was intermittent, like a ghost in the dark night, enough to confuse the pursuers.

His original body, under the cover of the night, stepped into the pre-prepared teleportation array with a stern look. In an instant, the teleportation array glowed brightly, runes flickered, and his figure was swept into it. In the blink of an eye, he rushed towards Beizhou where Xuantian Temple was located, and his speed was so fast that it seemed like a meteor across the sky.

At this time, in another healing room, Tian Wuzi's face was as gloomy as the sky before a storm, so dark that it made people breathless.

As a highly respected master of Xuantian Temple, he had a high status in the martial arts world. When had he ever suffered such a great humiliation? How could he be afraid of Ling Xiao's mere threat? Even though he was seriously injured at this moment, the wound was still aching, and blood was oozing out from under the bandage, but the anger in his heart was like a blazing flame, burning more and more vigorously.

After simply accepting the disciples' careful treatment, Tian Wuzi endured the pain and, despite others' dissuasion, resolutely began to use the tracking technique again.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, forming seals with his hands quickly, muttering something, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, soaking his clothes, but his eyes were determined, as if he wanted to pull Ling Xiao out from the vast world.

However, as the tracking technique deepened, a trace of fear and shock gradually emerged in Tian Wuzi's originally determined eyes. The tracking magic weapon in his hand flickered and made a strange "buzzing" sound.

A moment later, Tian Wuzi's face suddenly changed, and he uttered a few words with trembling lips: "He...he actually went to Beizhou Xuantian Temple!"

He originally thought that Ling Xiao's threat was just a momentary verbal attack and a huge joke, but now that the facts were before him, he realized that this kid was really daring and dared to do anything.

"Tell people to guard the Imperial City's teleportation array. Don't let that kid run back! We'll go to Beizhou immediately!" Yao Huo was shocked and angry when he heard this. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white, and shouted at the top of his lungs. His voice was full of anger and eagerness, as if he wanted to eat Ling Xiao alive.

"I'll go too!" Tian Wuzi gritted his teeth, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, that was the flame of revenge burning. Although he was a little afraid of Ling Xiao's madness, at this moment, for the dignity of Xuantian Temple and for his own face, he could not care so much.

"Okay!" Yaohuo agreed without hesitation. He knew in his heart that if they didn't have Tianwuzi's help, it would be extremely difficult for them to find Lingxiao in the vast Beizhou by themselves.

Everyone packed their bags in a hurry, rushed all the way, and arrived at Beizhou through the teleportation array. Following the clues they had tracked before, they rushed to the location where Ling Xiao had been tracked. However, the scene before them made them feel like they were falling into an icy cave.

I saw a hundred cold corpses neatly placed on an empty field, all wearing the clothes of Xuantian Temple disciples. A breeze blew past, lifting the corners of the dead's clothes and bringing with it a bloody smell. (End of this chapter)