Chapter 13737 Do you think I’m stupid?

Ling Xiao sneered, and his clones continued to step out from the void, surrounding the young man. These clones had cold, emotionless eyes, and the long swords in their hands flashed with bloodthirsty light.

"Save them, please save them. I want to see how many of my clones you can block. I have at least 500 of them."

Ling Xiao had a cold smile on his face, and his voice was full of sarcasm and ridicule. He glanced at the people of the Feather Tribe, as if he was enjoying a farce. At this moment, the atmosphere in the dense forest became increasingly tense, and the shadow of death enveloped everyone like a dark cloud.

The next moment, the young man was attacked by more than a dozen clones at the same time. The long swords in the clones' hands stabbed out like lightning, flashing cold light.

The young man opened his eyes wide in fear and tried to dodge, but found that he had nowhere to escape. He waved his arms desperately, trying to resist, but it was all in vain. In the blink of an eye, his body was pierced by the long knife, and blood gushed out like a pillar, staining the surrounding land red.

Seeing this scene, all the Feathered Tribe members were stunned. They stood there in a daze, their eyes filled with fear and disbelief.

For a moment, the entire dense forest was silent, with only the sound of the young man's body slowly falling and the sound of blood dripping to the ground.

Of course, amidst this astonishment, there was more of a deep palpitation. They had never thought that Ling Xiao had such a terrifying method, able to summon so many clones in an instant and easily take people's lives.

The young man's eyes were wide open, filled with unwillingness and disbelief. He had never thought that he would die so easily. His body slowly fell down, splashing a cloud of dust, as if telling the impermanence and fragility of life.

Ling Xiao sneered and said, "I'm showing you mercy by telling you to get out of here. How dare you talk back?" His voice echoed in the dead silent forest, like a heavy hammer, striking the hearts of every member of the Feather Clan.

After saying that, he slowly turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man not far away. At this time, the middle-aged man's face was extremely gloomy, like the sky before a storm, terribly dark. With such a powerful man like him around, his son was still killed. How could he swallow this breath?

"Now, you have no reason to kill Qin Xianglan, so why don't you get out? Your fiancé has been killed, so why are you still wasting your time here?" Ling Xiao stared at the middle-aged man with lightning eyes and spoke in a light tone, as if everything that had just happened was just a trivial matter.

"He is not!" The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth with difficulty. There was a slight tremor in his voice, which was a tremor mixed with anger and grief.

Qin Xianglan on the side said coldly: "For them, anyone can be my engagement partner." Her voice was crisp but cold, like frost in a cold night, revealing her deep contempt for the Feather Clan.

"I see." Ling Xiao nodded slightly, a knowing smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "However, killing Qin Xianglan is not your main goal, you are actually after this sword, right?"

As he spoke, he slowly stretched out his hand and took out the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword that exuded a mysterious aura and powerful pressure. As soon as the sword was unsheathed, it instantly shone brightly, and the surrounding air was shaken, as if announcing to the world its extraordinary and powerfulness.

Ling Xiao stood on a protruding boulder, holding the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword tightly in his hand. The sword was as dark as the abyss, emitting bursts of chill, and the magic patterns on the sword were faintly visible under the reflection of the blood moon, as if countless wronged souls were struggling in it.

Not far away, the middle-aged man was wearing a dark purple robe, the corners of his robe rustling in the wind. When his eyes touched the sword in Ling Xiao's hand, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his originally gloomy face instantly revealed an extremely greedy look, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up, and saliva almost flowed out.

Ling Xiao sneered in his heart, having long guessed that the man's so-called pursuit of Qin Xianglan was just a cover, and the legendary Demon Lord Black Sky Sword was his real target.

Ling Xiao looked at the sword in his hand, feeling helpless. In his opinion, the sword was nothing special except that it was cold and heavy. Since he got it, troubles have been following him like a shadow, and various forces have flocked to it like sharks smelling blood.

He tried to get rid of the sword countless times, but each time the sword would inexplicably return to his hand, as if controlled by a mysterious force. He was now like being possessed by a demon and could not get rid of it.

"The sword is right here, do you dare to take it?" Ling Xiao raised the corners of his mouth and spoke with a smile. His voice was clearly audible in the strong wind, with a hint of provocation.

"Do it!" The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with hesitation. The legend of this sword was too evil. If he took it rashly, he might suffer an accident. But greed soon devoured his reason. He waved his hand and shouted loudly.

Following this order, dozens of black shadows rushed out from all directions like ghosts. The spiritual energy of these high-level masters of Bao Yuan Realm surged, and they were aggressive. Among them, three masters of Xingchen Realm were suspended in the air, and the pressure emanating from their bodies distorted the surrounding air.

"Wait a minute!" Ling Xiao saw this and hurriedly waved his hands and shouted, "Why are you panicking? Don't you just want this sword? As for the fighting, I'll give it to you."

The middle-aged man was stunned when he heard this, with disbelief written all over his face: "You are willing to hand over the treasure?"

Ling Xiao nodded seriously and spread his hands: "Of course, I'm not stupid. How can I defeat so many masters like you? Rather than die in vain, it's better to be sensible."

The middle-aged man stared at Ling Xiao with a sharp gaze, trying to find a flaw in his face. Ling Xiao looked back calmly, without any fear. After a moment, Ling Xiao sighed, raised his arm, and the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword flew out with a black light.

The sword spun a few times in the air, making a sharp whistling sound, and then with a "puff" sound, it pierced deeply into the sandy ground, splashing up a cloud of dust.

The Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword is like a dormant dark dragon, with a faint light flickering on the sword body. The light seems to come from the Nine Nether Hell, echoing the blood moon hanging high in the sky, emitting a strange blood light, adding a bit of mystery to the battlefield.

The middle-aged man was wearing a dark purple robe made of a very special material. It rustled in the strong wind and the corners of his robe fluttered wildly, like pythons ready to strike at any time.

His eyes widened as he stared at the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword stuck in the sand. A hint of uncontrollable greed flashed across his eyes, as if a long-hungry wolf saw its prey.

Then, he sneered, his laughter was sharp and cruel, like the cry of an owl at night, breaking the dead silence of the battlefield: "Do you really think I'm stupid? I heard clearly about the Holy Envoy Zhuxue. I will take this sword! And you must die today! Kill him!" (End of this chapter)