Chapter 2829 - 2833: Jungle Ghost, God of Slaughter

"Mock the old man?

Then go to hell!"

Xue Tu was furious. No one had ever dared to mock him like that, not even Yun Zhong Feng.

Without waiting any longer, the blood saber in his hand surged forward with his body, surprisingly forming a blood dragon in the void.

Then, the crimson saber radiance exploded, and in the void, the blood dragon transformed into a terrifying giant blood blade, fiercely descending from the sky, hacking toward Ling Xiao’s head.

As if intending to cleave the world in two.

Ling Xiao’s hand moved simultaneously at this moment.

The Blood Thunder King Sword lightly flickered, and sharp, formidable sword energy coalesced into a crimson long dragon, crashing against the massive crimson war saber.

A blood sword, a blood saber.

Both were crimson red!

Both exuded a bloodthirsty glow.

The entire space was suddenly suffused with a terrifying crimson, making one feel very uncomfortable.

"Transcendental Realm—Shadow Sword Demon, kill!"

Suddenly, more potent sword intent surged from Ling Xiao’s sword.

His body seemed to have become the energy source for the sword, constantly releasing terrifying energy, making the Blood Thunder King Sword unbreakable.

Unyielding against destruction!

Xue Tu frowned slightly, sensing the dread of this sword, so he unleashed his Blade Martial Soul as well.

Even his blood saber generated more terrifying power.

The domineering and fierce saber energy collided with the sharp and indestructible sword energy, instantly tearing the void and spreading throughout the space.

The onlookers around them felt a twitch in their hearts.

They found it truly hard to believe that Ling Xiao, merely a sixteen-year-old youth, could genuinely stand toe-to-toe with Xue Tu, a formidable existence over forty years old.

For a moment, time seemed to freeze.

Saber and sword, like two extremes, two equally matched adversaries, neither could advance an inch.

"It seems that killing him won’t be easy for Xue Tu."

Yang Huo frowned, quietly drawing his weapon.

To him, killing Ling Xiao was the first priority; he didn’t care if it was deceitful.

At that moment, he heard Xue Tu’s voice.

"Yang Huo, you’d better not intervene, or I’ll destroy you!

Do you think the old man’s strength is just this? This brat is merely enough for my warm-up!"

A cruel smile appeared on Xue Tu’s face, his body seemed to unleash a wild beast.

Power and inner strength suddenly became incredibly formidable, at least doubled.

"Magic Dragon Possession, Second Layer?"

Ling Xiao slightly frowned.

"Consider yourself perceptive, encountering me today is your misfortune! Go to hell!"

Xue Tu was indeed baffled as to why so many were sent to kill Ling Xiao.

He could easily handle it himself.

But in the next moment, he thought differently.

Because before his eyes, a terrifying scene unfolded.

Above Ling Xiao’s head, two demon dragons coalesced.

Simultaneously merging into Ling Xiao’s body.

"Magic Dragon Possession, not only can you use it, but I can also!"

Ling Xiao’s lips curled with a disdainful cold smile: "This ends here!"

The Blood Thunder King Sword suddenly seemed to unleash its true power.

One sword, the blood saber shattered!

Throat pierced!

Xue Tu perished!

Even in death, Xue Tu’s eyes still revealed terror and disbelief.

He never understood how Ling Xiao suddenly became so strong, despite both knowing Magic Dragon Possession, it shouldn’t be that way.

He obviously didn’t know, under the Tyrant Blood Demon Dragon Martial Soul Transformation state.

The boost from each layer of Magic Dragon Possession is doubled!

Which means, the first layer is doubled, the second layer can increase fourfold, and the third layer can increase eightfold!

This is clearly stronger than ordinary Magic Dragon Possession.

Moreover, the Blood Thunder King Sword is a Mortal Emperor Tool, while Xue Tu’s saber is merely a Divine Spiritual Tool, not even on the same level.

Ling Xiao killing him was common as dust, nothing surprising.

"Slaughter, the beginning!"

In Ling Xiao’s eyes, a trace of icy laughter suddenly flashed.

Killing Xue Tu was not the end, but just the beginning.

"I gave you all a chance, but sadly you did not cherish it! Prepare to accompany Xue Tu to the grave."

What!

No one expected that after Ling Xiao killed Xue Tu he would choose to attack rather than flee while they were shocked.

At that moment, sword energy erupted forth.

Chilling beams howled in the space, instantly enveloping seven or eight surrounding people.

They hardly had time to comprehend what happened before being engulfed by the sword beams.

Each had an additional blood mark across their throats.

A fatal blood mark!

Direct assault?

Such domineering Ling Xiao!

Such insane Ling Xiao!

He wasted no time and directly attacked, commencing a slaughter of the Dark Dragon Group!

These members of the Dark Dragon Group came with orders, with arrogance.

They had Yun Zhong Feng’s orders to take Ling Xiao’s life.

They believed this was the best opportunity for merit, a key battle to move from the shadows to the forefront.

They further believed that Ling Xiao would see them and turn pale with fear, trembling all over.

But Ling Xiao gave them a surprise.

Killing Xue Tu and instantly obliterating seven of them, like swatting seven mosquitoes.

Subdue violence with violence, end slaughter with slaughter!

This is Ling Xiao’s simplest and most direct philosophy.

In a world that doesn’t reason, in a world of the strong preying on the weak.

Attempting naively to negotiate reasonably is not Ling Xiao’s style.

The quickest, simplest, and most effective way to avoid being killed is to kill the opponent.

If their descendants seek revenge, kill their children.

Until there’s no one left to trouble you.

Being merciful and letting them go, they will still come to kill him.

Be domineering and ruthless, annihilate them; they are less likely to return.

The choice is simple.

While they were in shock, Ling Xiao didn’t halt his carnage.

Each sword stab at least kills one, he moved like a ghost through the dense jungle.

As if the Netherworld God of Slaughter came from hell.

"Bastard!"

The vice-leaders of the Dark Dragon Group were enraged.

Yang Huo was also furious.

Though not a vice-leader, his cultivation level reached the First Turn Yinyang Realm Twelfth Layer Hell.

How could he just watch Ling Xiao wreak havoc without taking action?

The four of them nearly simultaneously attacked Ling Xiao.

Four powerful energies, with an immensely terrifying aura of destruction, aimed to tear Ling Xiao apart.

Yet Ling Xiao, with just a step forward, like a Phantom Demon Dragon easily dodged the joint attack, and thrust his sword into one Dark Dragon Group member’s throat.

With enigmatic body movement techniques and formidable strength, Ling Xiao in group battles showed no sign of fear.

He continued to move among them, relentlessly stabbing with the Blood Thunder King Sword.