Chapter 13879 The Clown
Chapter 13879 The Clown
"You..." The girl felt a sharp pain on her cheek. Warm blood slowly slid down her cheek and dripped onto her white clothes like blooming red plum blossoms.
She touched her face in horror, looking at the glaring blood on her fingertips, and her anger instantly erupted like a volcano.
Her eyes were wide open, burning with rage, as if she wanted to eat Ling Xiao alive.
"What do you mean by 'I'? You lose." Ling Xiao raised the corner of his mouth with contempt, revealing a mocking smile. That smile was like the cold wind in winter, icy and piercing. "If my sword had not been deliberately deflected by three points just now, your head would have been chopped off by now. That unicorn belongs to me."
His voice was not loud, but it was full of unquestionable majesty, as if he was announcing an established fact.
"Hmph!" The girl snorted coldly, her voice as sharp as an ice blade, filled with endless resentment and unwillingness, "You want a unicorn? Then come to the Demon Sea to find Lingyin!"
After saying that, she slapped the unicorn's back beside her.
The unicorn seemed to understand its master's command. It let out a loud neigh, raised its hooves high, and then broke through the air like a white lightning. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the sky, leaving only a faint afterimage.
Ling Xiao looked at the direction where the girl left, speechless for a while. He couldn't help but swear: "Just left like that? My unicorn, are all the geniuses in the Demon Sea so shameless?"
He just felt it was ridiculous. He had finally gained the upper hand, but this girl acted like a rogue and ran away after saying such cruel words.
He shook his head helplessly, secretly complaining in his heart that he was shameless enough sometimes, but he didn't expect that there were people who were even more shameless than him.
"Hmph, after all, you still rely on external objects to win. You are not worthy of claiming that you are a strong man. It's really shameful!" A voice full of sarcasm and disdain came from the city wall.
Ling Xiao looked up and saw a young man in a black robe standing with his arms folded, looking down at him condescendingly.
The young man exuded the pressure of the Star Realm. The pressure was like a substance, heavy and oppressive. It made the air around him stagnant, as if even time was slowing down under this pressure.
"What are you making so much noise for? Your martial spirit is also an external object, you idiot." Ling Xiao's expression was calm, but his eyes were like an abyss of ice, with a hint of cold murderous intent flashing across them.
He responded coldly, his voice full of provocation and disdain.
In his opinion, this young man was just a guy who was good at talking and was not worth his attention at all.
The young man sneered, his laughter full of contempt and ridicule: "Facing the people of the Demon Sea, you are so tricky, don't you feel ashamed?"
His eyes were full of contempt, as if Ling Xiao was some shameful clown.
Ling Xiao raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a sarcastic smile. He asked back, "Then why didn't you come down to fight just now? Are you also afraid of the genius of the Demon Sea?"
His voice was not loud, but it was like a sharp blade, piercing the young man's pain point directly.
"But I just want to see you make a fool of yourself!"
The young man's sharp, piercing, and mocking words were still echoing in the air, shooting straight at Ling Xiao like a poisonous arrow.
However, before he could finish his words, Ling Xiao's figure disappeared like a ghost, leaving only a faint afterimage in the air.
The afterimage was like a dream, as if it was an illusion of the night. It disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, leaving only a gentle but murderous airflow swirling in place.
The young man's face suddenly changed, and his originally arrogant expression was instantly replaced by fear.
His eyes were as big as copper bells, full of disbelief and panic.
In a hurry, he made his move quickly, the internal energy in his body circulated like a flood, and a faint golden light instantly appeared around his body.
The golden light flickered like a candle in the wind. Although it tried its best to protect him, it seemed so weak and powerless in the blink of an eye.
Because of his speed, he was still half a beat slower than Ling Xiao's lightning-fast body movements.
I saw a cold light flash like a meteor, that cold light was cold and dazzling, carrying Ling Xiao's endless anger and murderous intent.
Wherever the cold light passed, the air was cut with a hissing sound.
Immediately afterwards, the young man's right arm was cut off in an instant. The broken end was flat and smooth, and blood gushed out like a fountain, spilling onto the ancient city wall.
The blood was like gorgeous red flowers, blooming wildly on the bricks and stones, dyeing large areas of them red, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of blood.
"Stop talking so much noise, I'll chop off your head if you keep talking so much."
Ling Xiao said coldly, his voice seemed to come from the Netherworld, cold and ruthless.
His eyes were like a sharp blade, piercing straight into the young man, causing him to shiver.
The young man still didn't know whether to live or die. He endured the pain of his broken arm and cursed: "You dare to kill me? I admire you!"
His voice became sharp and piercing because of fear, but he still pretended to be arrogant on his face, trying to hide his inner panic.
Ling Xiao sneered, and that laugh was full of disdain and murderous intent.
Immediately afterwards, another sword light flashed, like a silver lightning cutting through the night sky.
The sword light was so fast that people had no time to react. The young man's head flew up like a ball, drawing a bloody arc in the air.
There was still an expression of fear and unwillingness on his face, his eyes were wide open, as if he realized before he died that he had provoked someone he shouldn't have provoked.
"You are so shameless!"
Ling Xiao looked at the head rolling on the ground, his heart filled with disgust.
He was trying his best to fight against the people in the sea of demons here, and he thought he would get support and help from his fellow disciples. Unexpectedly, this young man not only did not help, but also made sarcastic remarks on the side, which was simply unbearable.
"Cutting off one of your arms would be merciful, but you don't know how to restrain yourself and keep making noise. You are really looking for death."
He cursed under his breath, but the anger in his heart did not diminish in the slightest.
"Who allowed you to kill people here?"
Just then, a middle-aged man rushed over roaring.
He was tall and burly, like a moving hill, with the spear in his hand pointing directly at Ling Xiao. The tip of the spear flashed with a cold light and carried a fierce murderous intent, as if it would pierce Ling Xiao in an instant.
His eyes were filled with anger and sense of justice, as if he was the messenger upholding justice in the world.
Ling Xiao turned his head slowly, his voice as cold as a thousand-year-old ice: "You are very brave to deal with your own people. Did you eat shit just now?"
His eyes were full of ridicule and disdain, and he looked at the middle-aged man as if he was looking at a clown.
Before he could finish his words, he rushed forward like a wild beast, and the God-Slaying Sword turned into a blood-red arc of light.
The arc of light was like a blood-red crescent moon, bringing with it a fishy wind that instantly dyed the surrounding air blood red.
