Chapter 14451 is simply too shameless.

Chapter 14451 is simply too shameless.

Ling Xiao raised his voice and said, "Lord Tianyuan, you are the witness."

He continued, "Why not tell him whether what Ling said is true or false?"

He continued, "Although we are enemies rather than friends, there is no good or bad in terms of our positions. It's purely because of our different interests. I think you should be able to say something fair."

His voice was clear and loud, echoing in the tense atmosphere.

The figure known as the Heavenly Abyss Saint Lord swayed slightly, as if a gentle breeze had blown by, causing a corner of his cloak to flutter.

Then, a hoarse voice rang out like the scraping of metal. The voice was deep and powerful, carrying an undeniable authority: "Although this child's aura is exceptionally refined, far surpassing those of others at the same level, the fluctuations in his aura are indeed within the Cangyue Realm and have not exceeded it."

He continued, "I swear on my reputation, Demon Flame, he did not lie."

The words of the Heavenly Abyss Saint Lord acted like a stabilizing force, instantly calming the previously chaotic scene.

Upon receiving Tianyuan Saint Lord's resolute confirmation, Mo Yan's expression instantly turned extremely ugly, as if shrouded in a layer of gloom.

The arrogant and disdainful expression that had been there before had vanished without a trace, replaced by a complex look that alternated between pale and flushed, like the ever-changing sky before a storm.

On the back of his hand, which held the broken knife, the veins bulged like earthworms, as if they were about to burst through his skin at any moment, revealing his extreme anger and resentment.

Mo Yan had originally thought that Ling Xiao was at least a Great Sun Realm martial artist of the same level as him, or even a level higher.

He felt that Ling Xiao was only able to contend with him on a difficult scale because of the power of the "Demon Lord Black Sky Sword".

In his mind, the unfairness of this battle stemmed from that divine sword, which is why he righteously accused Ling Xiao of "bullying others with his sword."

But now, cruel reality has struck him like a resounding slap in the face.

The opponent's true level was a whole level lower than his, which made all his previous accusations of "bullying others with a sword" a laughable argument, making him seem so foolish and absurd in front of everyone.

Ling Xiao took in the rich and wonderful reactions of the demonic flame, and chuckled softly as the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

The laughter carried a hint of mockery and provocation, as if deliberately provokes the demonic flames.

"How about it? I gave up the benefits of the divine artifact, and you humbled yourself by lowering your realm."

He continued, "No one is at a disadvantage; it's the fairest thing that can be."

He continued, "Demon Flame, do you dare to fight?"

Ling Xiao stared intently at the demonic flames, his eyes filled with anticipation and a sense of challenge.

His words were like sharp arrows, piercing straight into the heart of the demon flame, leaving him no way to avoid them.

Demon Flame's Adam's apple bobbed, as if an invisible hand was gripping his throat. His lips moved a few times, but no sound came out.

He was currently experiencing a fierce internal struggle, as if a violent storm was raging within him.

Should we force him to seal his cultivation level to the Azure Moon Realm?

In his view, this was tantamount to stripping a tiger of its claws and fangs and throwing it into a pack of wolves, which was tantamount to courting death.

He cultivated for hundreds of years, experiencing countless life-and-death trials. Each breakthrough was the culmination of his hard work and sweat, and he finally reached the middle stage of the Great Sun Realm.

The realm brings not only an increase in strength, but also a profound understanding of the rules, a keen prediction of crises, and a fighting instinct that has long been ingrained in one's bones.

These intangible things are the valuable assets he has accumulated in battles over the years, and the foundation upon which he stands in the martial arts world.

Asking him to suppress his cultivation level now is like asking him to give up his most powerful weapon and adapt to a new, unfamiliar, and weak state—how easy is that!

Moreover, even if the opponent doesn't use that strange "Demon Lord Black Sky Sword," who knows if he has any other trump cards up his sleeve?
The world is a dangerous place, and people's hearts are unpredictable. Since Ling Xiao dared to make such a demand, he must have something to rely on.

Perhaps he has other unknown skills, or is hiding some deadly move.

Thinking of this, a deep sense of dread welled up in Mo Yan's heart.

"how?"

Ling Xiao had a faint smile on his face, a smile like a flower that blooms briefly in spring, but it gradually faded away, as if blown away by a sudden gust of cold wind.

Instead, there was a cold mockery, a mockery as sharp and piercing as ice in winter.

"The fairness you just mentioned... could it be that you want me to give up all my advantages and fight you at your strongest?"

He continued, "You've got a brilliant plan. You think you can have all the advantages in the world by yourself?"

He continued, "Demon Flame, your skin is a bit too thick!"

He concluded by saying, "I have never seen such a shameless person who can make such unreasonable demands sound so righteous."

Ling Xiao's words came like a barrage of bullets, shooting straight at the demonic flames, leaving him nowhere to hide.

"you!"

Enraged by Ling Xiao's words, Mo Yan's face instantly turned bright red, like a ripe tomato, and the veins on his forehead bulged like wriggling earthworms.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the force, and his body trembled slightly, like an enraged beast ready to pounce and tear Ling Xiao to pieces at any moment.

He was about to speak in rebuttal, wanting to defend his dignity and position with words.

However, the Heavenly Abyss Saint Lord spoke softly from the side, his voice seemingly coming from the depths of the earth, carrying a mysterious and irresistible power: "Demon Flame, enough."

He continued, "If you keep going like this, you'll completely disgrace the Holy Flame Sect."

He continued, "As an important figure in the Holy Flame Sect, you should prioritize the overall situation and safeguard the sect's reputation."

He continued, "But now you're here making a scene with Ling Xiao, acting like a street thug. What kind of behavior is that!"

The words of the Heavenly Abyss Saint Lord struck Mo Yan's heart like a heavy hammer, instantly calming his anger.

Demon Flame suddenly turned to look at the Heavenly Abyss Saint Lord, his eyes filled with humiliation and resentment.

His eyes were filled with complex emotions: anger towards Ling Xiao, dissatisfaction with the Heavenly Abyss Saint Lord's accusations, and helplessness at being unable to refute them.

"Holy Lord! I..."

Demon Flame opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but didn't know where to begin.

He felt he had done nothing wrong in the fight; he just wanted a fair chance to fight, but he never expected to end up like this.

The Heavenly Abyss Saint Lord shook his head, and the shadow under his hood seemed to sweep over Ling Xiao. His gaze was like a deep lake, making it impossible to see through his thoughts.

His voice was calm and even, yet it carried an undeniable authority: "Summon that person from your Holy Flame Sect who is in seclusion."

He continued, "Perhaps, she can actually put this little monster to a real test."