Chapter 14493 Lan Jingjing is here

"it is good!"

The remaining twelve echoed in unison, wasting no more time, their figures shooting towards Ling Xiao like arrows. Seeing this, Ling Bi, Jin Yan, and Meng Haoqing immediately rushed forward to intercept them. Ling Bi's longsword entangled two powerful figures, Jin Yan's fiery claws held off another, and Meng Haoqing used demonic flames to force back another. However, they could only stop four; the remaining nine continued to pounce on Ling Xiao like hungry wolves!

The pressure from the nine peak Star River Realm experts weighed down on Ling Xiao like a small mountain. Although he could withstand the white-haired old man, he had no chance against the combined forces of nine people. After all, his current strength was at most comparable to the fourth level of the Star River Realm, a far cry from the peak level.

"Run!" The mysterious old man was trapped by the Gu worms and couldn't escape; his voice was full of anxiety.

Ling Xiao's expression changed drastically, but he didn't move. If he fled, what would happen to the Overlord Empire? What would happen to those who were waiting for his return? He had come to Fallen Dragon Valley today with the determination to fight to the death. But just then, the white-haired old man approached with a sinister grin, the cold glint of his golden sword reflecting in Ling Xiao's eyes: "Now no one is protecting you! Prepare to die!"

In the critical moment, Ling Xiao suddenly raised his hand and hurled the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword: "Isn't this what you wanted? Take it!"

The longsword drew a strange arc in the air, and as black light flashed, the eyes of the nine powerful figures involuntarily followed the sword shadow. It was their target for this trip, and no one could resist the temptation.

"Fool! Don't fall for it!" the white-haired old man suddenly roared, snapping back to reality. "This brat is stalling for time! Kill him first, and Jian won't escape!"

The others also reacted suddenly, turning around and attacking Ling Xiao again. Sword energy swept across the square, deepening the cracks. Amidst the flying debris, Ling Xiao clenched his fists, preparing to burn his last bit of life force in a desperate fight. But just then, a petite figure appeared in the arena.

A little girl sat on a broken stone monument in the center of the square, her feet dangling and kicking the stone surface. She held a piece of fried dough in her hand and was licking the honey from the corner of her mouth. She wore a faded cloth skirt, her hair was casually tied with a red ribbon, and she hummed a nonsensical nursery rhyme:
"The clouds drift eastward, the stars twinkle and blink."

"I saw a few senile old people bullying a young person."

"Hey, get out my little wooden mallet!"

"Bang bang bang! Wake everyone up!"

Honey dripped from her fingertips onto the bluestone slab, reflecting the astonished and uncertain faces of the nine powerful figures. The soft, sweet melody, mixed with the lingering sword cries, pierced the hearts of everyone like a soft needle. It was clearly a children's song, yet it sent chills down the spines of the powerful figures present.

The white-haired old man stared intently at the suddenly appearing little girl, then turned to look at Ling Xiao, his wrinkles furrowing in pain. He felt the girl looked familiar, but couldn't quite place where he'd seen her before. The others also stopped in their tracks, their faces grim, no one daring to approach rashly.

How could they forget? Back then, it was this seemingly harmless little girl who casually killed Yun Potian, the sect leader of the Demon Heaven Sect, with a single move! Her strength was beyond even their comprehension.

Ling Xiao's tense shoulders finally relaxed a little, his grip on the sword loosened slightly, his tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and even his breathing became lighter.

Before setting off for Fallen Dragon Valley, he had already sent a distress message to Lan Jingjing through Jin Yan. Although he was not afraid of battle, he was not a reckless fool. Knowing that fighting against numerous forces with only four people was like throwing eggs against a rock, he naturally wanted to have a way out. He just didn't expect her to arrive so late. If the mysterious old man hadn't appeared in time, he would probably be a dead man by now.

Lan Jingjing turned her head to look at Ling Xiao, still chewing on a fried cake, and spoke indistinctly but very directly: "Who are you hitting?"

Ling Xiao's lips twitched. This girl's way of asking questions was still so direct. He raised his hand and pointed to the white-haired old man and the others in the distance: "Beat them."

Lan Jingjing turned her gaze to the white-haired old man, tilted her head, looked him up and down, and said in a calm tone as if she were asking "What are we eating today?", but with an undeniable threat: "Come here, or I'll beat you to death."

Ling Xiao: "..."

The white-haired old man in the distance laughed angrily, his face turning ashen: "Your tone is far too arrogant! Do you really think we dare not touch you?"

Lan Jingjing ignored him, continuing to lick the fried cake. Honey-colored syrup dripped down her chin, and she hastily wiped it away, leaving a sticky mark on the stone tablet with sugar crumbs from her fingertips. Her little feet were still gently stomping the ground, the rhythm slow and leisurely, completely out of place with the tense atmosphere in the room.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!
The man in the bamboo hat beside the white-haired old man suddenly moved. His figure flashed like a ghost, his black robe leaving a trail of afterimages in the air. The long sword in his hand gleamed with a chilling light, aiming straight for Lan Jingjing's slender neck! He had calculated that Lan Jingjing would be distracted by eating cake, hoping to catch her off guard!
"Watch out!" Ling Xiao's pupils shrank suddenly, and the breath he had just gathered caught in his throat. He reached out to stop him, but it was too late.

But Lan Jingjing didn't even lift her eyelids, still chewing on the fried cake, as if she hadn't seen the sword coming at her.

The next second, a shocking scene unfolded: the sharp sword struck Lan Jingjing's neck with a crisp "hum" sound, and then shattered into pieces!

The fragments flew, still carrying sparks, and turned to dust upon hitting the ground. The man in the straw hat, however, was struck as if by a heavy hammer; his black robe tore instantly, and he spat out blood as he flew backward, even losing his hat and revealing a distorted face. He plummeted hundreds of feet into the sea of clouds, his fate unknown.

Ling Xiao froze on the spot, his pupils filled with disbelief; the mysterious old man also stopped moving, his breathing beneath the mask seemingly paused; the white-haired old man and the others turned deathly pale, their steps involuntarily taking two steps back. Those were experts at the peak of the Star River Realm! They hadn't even managed to harm a single hair on this girl's head, yet they were severely injured by the shockwave!

The square was eerily quiet, with only the crunching sound of Lan Jingjing chewing on the oil cake and the soft stomping of her feet echoing in the empty Meteor Dragon Valley.

In the distance, the man in the straw hat staggered to his feet, his body beneath the black robe still trembling uncontrollably, his breathing ragged like a broken bellows. He raised his head, revealing a face covered in blood, his eyes filled with disbelief and horror, his voice trembling: "You... how is this possible..."

She withstood his full-force attack without a scratch! That seemingly slender body was even more terrifying than the hardest black iron in the Silent Realm, it was simply unbelievable! He clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white. The sword strike he had just unleashed had used ninety percent of his cultivation, but when it landed on that girl's neck, it felt like striking an ancient boulder, the recoil almost shattering his meridians.

Ling Xiao stared at Lan Jingjing's retreating figure, his heart pounding wildly, so shocked he could barely speak.

He had always thought his physical body, forged through countless trials, was already incredibly strong. But now he realized the true meaning of "there are always people stronger than you, and the heavens are beyond your reach." Lan Jingjing's physical strength was probably even greater than that of the legendary dragons. He secretly clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, and a fiercer fighting spirit suddenly ignited within him: one day, he too would possess such strength.