Chapter 14506 gave you a chance

Chapter 14506 gave you a chance
The woman's face darkened completely: "You jest. Sacred artifacts are the foundation of a clan; how can they be lent out? Let alone exchanged." She shook her head slightly, her tone indifferent, "Please leave immediately. My Su clan does not wish to offend the Overlord Empire, nor does it want to get involved in your conflict with the Holy Temple."

Ling Xiao remained silent for a moment, then slowly sheathed his Bloodthirsty Blade: "I apologize for my abruptness."

Although he was eager to find the treasure, he wasn't an unreasonable person; he couldn't bring himself to forcibly seize someone else's sacred object. He had to find another way, perhaps there was still a chance.

After saying that, he turned to leave.

"Wait!" the woman suddenly called out.

Seeing Ling Xiao stop and look back, she suppressed her cold aura and solemnly bowed: "The Ancestor heard of your arrival and invites you to the Blood Spring for a chat."

As they traversed the deep cave, a strange gale howled, scraping against their skin like knives. Ling Xiao's skin instantly bled, fine welts appearing, blood seeping into his clothes. The woman in purple ahead, however, moved with composure, her umbrella gleaming with a faint purple light, effectively blocking out all the gale-force winds.

"I have long heard of the extraordinary power of the Overlord Emperor. Why don't you use your own technique to resist it?" The woman turned around and smiled slightly, her eyes filled with a hint of inquiry. "To withstand the gale like this would make it seem like my Su family is not hospitable."

Ling Xiao wiped the blood from his cheek, his expression calm: "It's alright, I can use this to temper my body. This bit of wind can't harm my core."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the bell on the edge of the umbrella suddenly began to ring rapidly!

Three silver lines, as thin as hair, shot out from the umbrella ribs, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, heading straight for Lingxiao's vital dantian!

Ling Xiao's eyes sharpened, and the Bloodthirsty Blade was instantly drawn. The blade flashed like a startled shadow, leaving only a cold glint in its wake!
scoff!

The silver thread snapped instantly, turning to ashes. In the next instant, Ling Xiao's blade was firmly pressed against the woman's brow, the sharp edge slicing through her smooth forehead, a drop of crimson blood slowly sliding down her nose.

“I gave you a chance to test me.” Ling Xiao’s voice was as cold as ice, and he increased the pressure of the blade against his brow. “This is the second time.”

The woman stood frozen, blood trickling down her forehead from the blade. Just as she was about to beg for mercy, an aged sigh suddenly echoed from the depths of the cave: "Emperor Batian, show mercy!"

Just as a glimmer of hope for survival flickered in her eyes, a sudden chill ran down her neck. A pale golden blade flashed so fast it was almost invisible, and her beautiful head rolled to the ground, her eyes wide open. A hint of allure and arrogance remained on her face, but the hot blood spurting from her severed neck instantly stained the bluestone, and her breath was gone.

As Ling Xiao sheathed his sword, drops of blood slid down the blade, sizzling as they fell to the ground. He was never one to show mercy to women; anyone who harbored murderous intent towards him, regardless of gender or age, faced certain death. There was no mercy based on gender in this world.

The howling winds around them suddenly subsided. An old man in a gray robe walked through the air, his silver beard reaching his chest, his eyes as cold as ice: "The Overlord Emperor's blade is so fast."

“So, don’t do anything unnecessary.” Ling Xiao raised his sword and pointed at the head on the ground, his tone completely calm. “I was already planning to leave, but you insisted on inviting me in and even dared to launch a sneak attack. You deserve to die.”

He stared directly at the old man, his aura of the Star River Realm spreading out without any concealment, his eyes showing no fear, only a cold warning.

The old man sighed and flicked his sleeve: "Very well, Emperor Batian, come with me."

Ling Xiao sheathed his sword, said nothing more, and followed the old man deeper into the cave. Looking back, the cave entrance faced the towering vortex, where dark purple gales surged wildly. If his physical body hadn't already been tempered to the extreme of the Star River Realm, he would have been torn to shreds long ago.

Within the Blood Spring lies a hidden world. Scalding magma surges through the emerald-green riverbed, the rising steam mingling with a faint smell of blood. Seventy-two dragon-carved pillars rise from the ground, their golden dragons carved with lifelike detail, their whiskers seemingly fluttering in the wind, supporting the star-like patterns on the dome above, exuding a luxurious yet oppressive sense of savagery.

"Are you the ancestor of the Su clan?" Ling Xiao found a blue stone to sit on, tapped the stone surface with his fingertips, and looked as sharp as a knife.

The old man sat down opposite him, forcing a smile: "I suppose so..."

"If that's the case, what brings you here, Ancestor?" Ling Xiao cut to the chase, having no patience for beating around the bush.

The old man's smile vanished abruptly, his eyes turning deep and menacing: "I originally intended to discuss a business deal with you, but now," he pointed towards the cave entrance, "you killed members of my Su clan, so you must offer some compensation."

Ling Xiao scoffed, his aura suddenly becoming sharp: "Your behavior is like a frog trying to negotiate with a poisonous snake. Aren't you afraid of getting burned?"

He had no intention of making enemies of the Su family, but if they insisted on causing trouble, he wouldn't mind turning this blood spring into a burial ground.

"Hahahaha!" The old man suddenly burst into laughter, the sound waves causing ripples to spread across the lava river. "You really think you can come out alive after entering my Su Clan's Blood Spring?"

He slammed his hand on the stone table, shattering the bluestone instantly: "Hand over the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword, and I might leave you a whole corpse!"

Upon hearing this, Ling Xiao slowly shook his head and sighed. There's no shortage of people in this world who are courting death.

Why not just talk business properly? Why force him to take action?

He should have known better; these old foxes wouldn't be honest in their dealings.

Just then, ripples appeared in the space behind Ling Xiao, and three figures in white robes materialized out of thin air, standing with their hands behind their backs. The pure white robes were embroidered with gold patterns, clearly the exclusive insignia of the Holy Temple, practically etching their origins onto their faces.

I just don't know which sanctuary it is.

If it were someone from the Temple of Annihilation, this would be a huge problem for them today.

Ling Xiao raised an eyebrow, a cold sneer curling at the corner of his mouth: "No wonder you're so fearless, it turns out you've latched onto the Holy Temple's coattails."

The old man, Su Zang, stroked his beard and chuckled, his eyes filled with smugness: "Overlord Emperor, going against the Holy Temple is like a mantis trying to stop a chariot; even I dare not contend with you. If you are willing to hand over the Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword, I can introduce you to a Holy Envoy and guarantee you a lifetime of peace."

"Save your breath." Ling Xiao cut him off directly, his disdain undisguised. "This kind of rhetoric is too crude to fool even a three-year-old."

Su Zang's face suddenly turned ashen, and he abruptly stood up: "Then don't blame me for being ruthless! Farewell!"

As he retreated swiftly, he flicked out seventy-two streaks of blood-red cold light from his sleeve. The cold light transformed into runes upon landing, instantly weaving together into a thunderous barrier that completely enveloped the entire hall!
Ling Xiao didn't even glance at Su Zang, but instead etched his appearance deep into his mind. Once he dealt with the three white-robed experts in front of him, he would definitely uproot the Su clan.

He's not a bad person, but he's certainly not a benevolent one either. Anyone who dares to join forces with the Holy Temple to set a trap for him should be prepared to face his wrath!

The auras of the three white-robed men were as heavy as an abyss. Although they were not as strong as the top experts he had encountered in the Fallen Dragon Valley that day, they were still three points stronger than him!