Tyrant Sky Martial Soul

Zheng Quan's body swayed gently, and he took a step forward, raising his palm.

Then, he suddenly struck towards Ling Xiao.

With an extremely fierce and violent gust of wind, it didn't seem like a slap aimed to humiliate but to directly send Ling Xiao flying.

This was to demonstrate his immense strength.

Observing this scene, Ling Xiao sneered disdainfully. Without any visible movement, a current of electricity suddenly surged from his body, condensing into an arm in mid-air.

It intercepted Zheng Quan's palm as swiftly as lightning.

In an instant, Zheng Quan's hand felt an unbearable numbness and stinging pain, rendering him unable to continue his attack.

Indeed, Ling Xiao's cultivation level had declined, but his other abilities remained unchanged.

The terrifying strength of his body and his extraordinary power.

Not to mention, the even more frightening Imperial Heaven Earth Power.

These were maintained at the early stage of the First transformation Yin-Yang Realm - Eleventh Layer Hell.

The decline was only in the power of his martial skills and the total amount of inner strength.

Did some people genuinely believe Ling Xiao was easy to bully now?

"Ah!"

Zheng Quan felt the stinging pain in his arm and couldn't help but cry out, grimacing in discomfort.

He was quite astonished. This seemingly worthless kid could actually control thunder and lightning?

"But do you think this can prevent this slap? What a pathetic trick!"

Zheng Quan was secretly suffering, becoming more furious.

In an instant, his breath erupted, and cold air emanated from his body, resembling the chill of the coldest winter, aiming to freeze everything around.

He shouted, and a spear of ice shot from his mouth, directly targeting Ling Xiao's face.

"Such a vicious martial skill!"

Everyone watching knew Ling Xiao was in trouble.

After all, they were only an arm's length apart, and Zheng Quan's attack was sudden. How could Ling Xiao possibly fend it off?

Yet Ling Xiao's expression remained unchanged with a cold sneer.

Heat suddenly burst forth from his body, forming an intense surge of scorching magma.

The magma transformed into a gigantic hand, suddenly striking at the ice spear.

The speed was so fast that many couldn't even see it clearly.

The powerful hand of magma easily melted the ice spear and, with unstoppable momentum, aimed for Zheng Quan.

Ling Xiao was not one to endure bullying. Since the other party had struck, he wouldn't bear the humiliation like Chen Luan.

He was going to retaliate!

As the magma giant hand approached, a trace of panic appeared on Zheng Quan's face.

But as a disciple of the Demon Dragon Sect, he managed to react.

To resist the magma giant hand, he had to take a step back, abandoning the attempt to slap Ling Xiao.

Then he gathered his hands into fists, ice appearing on them, forming a tiger of ice sculpture to block Ling Xiao's magma giant beast.

The terrifying heat instantly assailed.

The ice sculpture-like Fierce Tiger Fist emitted wisps of white vapor.

Zheng Quan secretly lamented; even bullying a random waste turned out to be miscalculated. This kid wasn't easy to deal with at all.

He wanted to retreat, but now he was in a difficult position, forced to bear the brunt.

Yet at this moment, he saw Ling Xiao gently raise his palm, aiming it at his face.

Alarmed, he shouted, "Rogue, how dare you!"

Speaking, he disregarded his pride, thrusting his foot back, intending to retreat.

Now he was entirely on the backfoot; if he got slapped by the opponent again, he'd lose face entirely.

However, how could his speed compare to Ling Xiao's?

He retreated four steps but didn't gain any distance.

"Snap—!"

The crisp and resonant slap sound spread, stunning everyone outside Demon Dragon City.

Even the previously arrogant Zheng Quan.

He was slapped, and it landed easily on his face?

This was almost unbelievable.

Clearly, he sought to slap Ling Xiao, so how did it turn out that he was slapped by Ling Xiao?

Ling Xiao's force was substantial; the slap spun Zheng Quan several times in place.

The blood-red palm print on his face was highly conspicuous.

A wave of pain hit, yet this wasn't Zheng Quan's greatest frustration.

The most aggravating was his dignity utterly destroyed by this slap.

The physical pain was bearable.

But the dignity's pain was irreparable.

With so many watching, he almost wanted to find a hole and crawl into it directly.

"You! You dared to hit me!"

Zheng Quan still hadn't figured out, Ling Xiao actually dared to hit him, a mid-level disciple of the Demon Dragon Sect!

His eyes were blood-red, clearly indicating immense fury.

Yet, he didn't dare retaliate, for he was already cautious of Ling Xiao.

"Are you an idiot? Previously, you spoke rudely to me, yet I was too preoccupied to deal with wretches like you.

But now that you tried to hit me, why shouldn't I hit you?

As the Sect Master's only closed-door disciple, my status is far higher than yours. It's no big deal even if I kill you."

Ling Xiao found it amusing.

He dared to confront even the Chen Royal Family, and a mere mid-level disciple of the Demon Dragon Sect was nothing.

How ridiculous to question if he dared hit him?

Such foolish words; was he naive or genuinely stupid?

"Get lost! Best to not block my path again; otherwise, I'll spill your blood!"

With that, Ling Xiao kicked directly, with speed and force far exceeding the previous slap.

With a loud noise, Zheng Quan was kicked flying, crashing heavily into the city wall.

Upon hearing the crash of Zheng Quan's body against the wall, everyone's hearts trembled slightly.

This kid was tough indeed.

Could he really be the Sect Leader Chen Buyi's closed-door disciple?

"How dare you!"

The young woman Liu Xu, accompanying Zheng Quan, seeing her companion beaten, immediately flew into a rage.

She shouted, urging her giant bear towards Ling Xiao to attack.

A chilling gleam brewed in Ling Xiao's eyes.

"Stop!"

At that moment, Chen Luan stepped out, blocking Liu Xu, and coldly said, "I've already mentioned, this is the Sect Master's newly accepted closed-door disciple; hitting him is disrespecting the Sect Master.

Liu Xu, do you still want to continue?"

"Chen Luan, let's leave the conflicts of mid-level disciples aside.

Our Demon Dragon Sect's rules clearly state that private fights are allowed.

Only martial artists who survive such an environment become true champions."

Liu Yan suddenly attacked Chen Luan.

Though his cultivation level wasn't as high as Chen Luan's, the difference was only one minor realm.

Thus, Chen Luan had to seriously face his attack.

"Brother Chen Luan, don't worry about me."

Ling Xiao's voice echoed beside Chen Luan's ear.

Chen Luan sighed helplessly.

Such is the current situation; even as the adopted son of the Sect Leader, faced with such humiliation, he felt aggrieved.

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