Chapter 14450 How could you possibly only be at the Cangyue Realm?

Mo Yan silently looked up, his gaze piercing through the billowing smoke and dust, landing on the figure in green robes ten feet away.

Lingxiao stood there quietly, his posture as upright as a pine tree, like an unshakable mountain peak.

The longsword in his hand, as black as ink jade, was emitting a faint, chilling light that seemed almost tangible, sending a chill down one's spine upon seeing it.

The space around the sword was subtly distorted, as if frozen by the chill.

"Your sword..."

Demon Flame's voice was hoarse, filled with suppressed pain and shock.

His eyes were filled with doubt and awe, as if he were facing a mysterious treasure beyond his comprehension.

"Truly domineering to the extreme."

He had never seen such a powerful sword; a single clash had caused him such severe injury.

Ling Xiao flicked his wrist, and the sword's edge drew a cold arc of light, like a shooting star in the night sky, shimmering with a chilling gleam.

He responded indifferently: "Are you implying that I, Ling, am abusing my weapon to deceive others?"

His voice was calm and steady, without the slightest ripple, as if he were stating something perfectly ordinary.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with using the sword; in battle, the key to victory was to take advantage of every possible advantage.

"Bullying people?"

Upon hearing Ling Xiao's indifferent response, Mo Yan twitched his lips, his previously tense facial muscles twitching slightly, revealing a bitter and mocking smile.

The smile contained both helplessness about her own situation and disdain for Ling Xiao's words.

"'The Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword' is a renowned treasure of the Demon Sect."

He continued, "Back in the day, the Demonic Sect was renowned throughout the martial world and dominated one side. This sword was the Demonic Sect Master's personal weapon, used to roam the world."

He continued, "But ever since the Demonic Sect was defeated in a fierce battle a thousand years ago, the sect has fallen apart, and many experts have either died or fled. This sword has also been lost ever since, as if it had vanished into thin air."

He concluded by saying, "How did it end up in your hands now?"

Mo Yan became more and more agitated as he spoke, his eyes flashing with doubt and resentment, as if the sword should have belonged to him or the Holy Flame Sect.

"Ah."

Upon hearing this, Ling Xiao's lips curled up slightly, and he chuckled softly.

The laughter was crisp and cheerful, standing out starkly in the tense atmosphere.

He slowly pointed the tip of his sword diagonally at the ground. In an instant, a black mist spread from the sword, condensing into fine, evil patterns on the scorched earth beneath his feet, as if it were a curse from hell.

The black mist churned and surged, emanating a chilling aura.

"Your story is quite captivating."

He continued, "Could it be that all the divine weapons and magical artifacts in the world, as long as they have even the slightest connection with your sect, have become the property of your Holy Flame Sect?"

He continued, "According to your logic, every treasure in the world with even a little bit of fame must be taken into the possession of your Holy Flame Sect?"

Ling Xiao stared intently at the demonic flames, his eyes filled with provocation and mockery.

Enraged by Ling Xiao's words, Mo Yan took a step forward, instantly crushing the rubble beneath his feet into dust with the aura emanating from his body.

The aura was so tangible that it formed an invisible shield around him, causing his clothes to flutter loudly.

He stared intently at Ling Xiao, his gaze sharp as a knife, as if trying to see right through him.

"Ling Xiao! You've earned the title of Demon Lord in the great town, and are known as invincible among those of the same rank."

He continued, "Could it be that this great reputation is entirely due to the divine sword left behind by the Demon Sect Master?"

He continued, "Without this sword, what are you?"

He concluded, "He's just a guy with a lot of empty titles!"

Demon Flame roared hoarsely, his voice echoing in the air as if to shatter the entire world.

Ling Xiao was not angry; instead, he looked at the other party with great interest.

His eyes were full of amusement, as if he were watching a clown put on a show.

Suddenly, he asked, "Demon Flame, what level has your cultivation reached now?"

His voice was calm and steady, without the slightest ripple, as if the heated argument just now had nothing to do with him.

Although Demon Flame didn't understand his meaning, he still proudly replied, "Peak of the middle stage of the Great Sun Realm!"

He continued, "We're only half a step away from reaching the threshold of the advanced level!"

He continued, "In the entire martial arts world, there are only a handful of young people who can reach my level."

He continued, "My Holy Flame Sect is renowned throughout the world for its fire-attribute techniques. With my Great Sun Realm cultivation combined with the Holy Flame Sect's unique skills, its power is not to be underestimated."

He continued, "Ling Xiao, if you didn't have that demonic sword, you would be no match for me!"

The more Mo Yan spoke, the more smug he became, his eyes filled with confidence and pride.

"Mid-stage Great Sun Realm... truly remarkable."

Upon hearing Mo Yan announce his cultivation level, Ling Xiao's expression remained unchanged. He simply nodded slightly, his tone calm and even, as if he were discussing something perfectly ordinary.

He raised his head slightly, calmly looking at the demonic flames, and continued, "I am only Ling Xiao, currently at the low level of the Cangyue Realm, more than a whole major realm below you."

He continued, "On the path of martial arts cultivation, the difference between each realm is like an insurmountable chasm, and the difference between major realms is like the difference between clouds and mud."

He paused, a half-smile curving his lips, a smile that held a hint of mystery and provocation.

“In that case, to be fair… I will not use the ‘Demon Lord Black Sky Sword’. This sword is extremely powerful, and if I were to use it to fight you, even if I won, it would be an unfair victory.”

He continued, "And you, you suppressed your cultivation to the Cangyue Realm."

He continued, "Let's fight fairly, based on our true skills."

He continued, "What is your opinion, sir?"

He concluded by saying, "This way, we can determine a winner and make the battle more pure, testing only our own martial arts skills and combat techniques."

Upon hearing this, Mo Yan's expression changed drastically. His face, which had previously held a hint of arrogance, instantly turned gloomy, like the sky before a storm.

His pupils contracted sharply, becoming as small as pinpoints, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

"Absurd! You... how could you possibly only be at the Azure Moon Realm!"

Demon Flame roared, his voice filled with anger and panic.

In his view, Ling Xiao was able to contend with him, and even hold his own in previous encounters, so his strength must not be underestimated. How could he possibly be at the low level of the Cangyue Realm, which was a relatively low level in his eyes?

He suspected that Ling Xiao was deliberately teasing him, or that he had some ulterior motive.

Ling Xiao turned his head to look at the figure who had been standing quietly to the side, shrouded in the shadow of the cloak.

The figure stood like a silent mountain peak, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura. (End of Chapter)