Chapter 159 The midday sun hung high . The earth glowed under its caress .
But nobody along the winding streets felt its warm touch . To them, winter had come, sending chills and terror down their spines . Especially the two currently lying haplessly in the middle of the street, coughing up blood… The challengers understood clearly that Ling Xian wasn’t an ordinary cultivator . But nothing could have prepared them for this, that a handsome, kind looking youth was capable of unleashing such horror . "Speak, how would you like to die?" Ling Xian stood like a statue, completely unmoved as he spoke those terrifying words . Fear came over the middle-aged man . But there was nowhere to go but forward . So he did . "Young fellow, if you back out now, this won’t end messily . I’ll spare your life . But if you insist, I’ll spill every last drop of your blood!" "Ha, back out? Spare my life?" The expression in Ling Xian’s eyes hardened even more . He continued, "Seems like you’ve become utterly irrational . You must be used to being on top and looking down on those you perceive to be inferior to you . Your life is in my hands, and you dare threaten me? What an idiot you are!" Ling Xian shook his head as his voice trailed off . He didn’t want to waste any more breaths on these people . The thought of the humiliation they had inflicted on Lin Qing Yi was enough to drive him to kill . "Dammit!" Seeing that the youth showed no fear, the middle-aged man turned pale . He bellowed, "Kid, this is my last warning . You do not want to irritate a man of my background and stature . Leave now, and you may stay alive!" "Save your words for hell!" Ling Xian could no longer contain his rage . In less than a blink of an eye, he disappeared and reappeared feet away from the middle-aged man and extended his fist .
Hommmmm! A violent windstorm emerged out of nowhere, collecting dust and debris and hurling them down into the crowd . The forces of a thousand mountains came crashing down at once . "How tough!" The pupils of the middle-aged man contracted as he tried to hold on against the incoming windstorm . He finally understood how this youth was able to defeat both his companions with one strike . The youth’s brute strength had surpassed the forces of a Ninth-Realm weapon . "Since when did such a terrifying kid emerge from the Zhou Dynasty?" The middle-aged man muttered to himself in shock . But he had no time to think . In a flash of a moment, he summoned his own powers and unleashed a long, emerald spear directly towards Ling Xian’s throat . Shuaaaaa! As the spear dashed across the wind toward Ling Xian, the tip of the spear opened to reveal the spirit of a giant snake! "This strike is quite alright . Anything less would be an insult to your advance-staged foundational prowess . " Ling Xian commented casually . Confronted with the flying spear, he calmly extended two fingers and caught the tip of the spear in between them . "Kaaaaa!" A crisp sound echoed throughout the air . The mighty spear broke in half in between his fingers . "His physical strength is indeed comparable to a Ninth-Realm weapon!"
The middle-aged man inhaled deeply, overcome by feelings of fear and regret . This was one of his only Ninth-Realm weapons . This was a huge personal loss for him . "An insignificant weapon of the Ninth-Realm, why do you even bother? Bring them all if you can . I’ll break them in your face!" Ling Xian hollered . He retracted his fingers to form a tight fist and unleashed it in the direction of the terrified man .
The colors of the sky darkened . The day had become darker than night . Wind bellowed mercilessly as the earth cowered under the immense pressure of Ling Xian’s strength . The middle-aged man knew Ling Xian was speaking the truth . He had no choice . Biting down on his lower lip, he summoned his most prized weapon of the Eighth-Realm – a blood-red, 10-foot long halberd . The Thunderbolt Halberd . The middle-aged man recovered slightly with the weapon in hand . Standing firm against the incoming fist, he screamed out loud to unleash his mighty halberd directly towards Ling Xian’s temple . Dongggg!!!! Fist and halberd collided in the midst of a magnificent aura, igniting a magical wave of fireworks . Ling Xian frowned in displeasure . His physical strength felt inadequate in a round against a weapon of the Eighth-Realm . "Ha ha, kid, your flesh is useless, let’s see how you cope!" Seeing that his halberd had successfully withstood the force of Ling Xian’s strike, the middle-aged man roared with pride and laughter . His fear evaporated in an instant . "Why are you delighted? My physical strength is my weakness," Ling Xian responded calmly . He was correct . His flesh was his fallback . Perhaps someday, his physical prowess would evolve into an impenetrable shield . But now, he was only at the early stages of his training . "A mouthy duck, kid, I won’t spare you even if you begged me . Come to die!" The middle-aged man let out an evil smirk before launching what he believed to be the lethal blow . "Is that right? We shall wait and see who ends up begging!" Ling Xian returned an icy smile and took a huge leap forward . Another wave of terrifying sandstorm gathered behind him . The forces of his advanced-stage foundational powers rushed out and dissipated his opponent’s glowing aura . "You . . . you are a foundational level cultivator…of late stages!" Colors drained from the face of the middle-aged man . He had foolishly thought that Ling Xian had used only his physical strength to defeat his two foundational level companions . But it never once occurred to him that this 16-year-old looking youth was his equal . "What did you think?" Ling Xian let out another icy smirk and spoke no more . He summoned his Qi, and a bloodstained sword materialized behind him . Suddenly, the world around them plummeted into a cloud of darkness . The Sword of Extinction! "Come to die!" Without a moment of hesitation, Ling Xian took off in the direction of his opponent . Sword in hand, the strike was aimed directly at the heart of the middle-aged man . "This is . . . " The middle-aged man froze . He had correctly guessed the identity of the weapon . There was nothing to be done now but confront the strike head on and deflect the flash of bloody lightning . But the Sword of Extinction could not be defended by an ordinary weapon . The rage of its owner had been deeply ingrained in its blade . Following a deafening sound, a tiny crack appeared on the surface of the Thunderbolt Halberd . The middle-aged man stumbled backward, his eyes consumed by terror . But before he could turn around and flee, Ling Xian unleashed a second strike and the halberd fell from the air and broke in half as it hit the ground . The middle-aged man reacted instinctively and summoned a giant golden shield across the air . The shield glittered brightly against the pitch darkness . Dongggg! An earsplitting sound pierced through the air as the sword and shield collided . Despite its seemingly boundless powers, the Sword of Extinction could not break through and was locked firmly against the rough surface of the shield . "This is . . . " Ling Xian frowned as he felt the trembling in his palm . He was clouded in suspicion . What type of shield could stop the overwhelming prowess of the Sword of Extinction? "Ha ha, kid, you are dead meat . " The middle-aged man roared with laughter . Fear and hopelessness disappeared off of his face, to be replaced by a self-deceiving smugness . He bellowed, "Mayor of the Sunset City, the Imperial Shield has been presented, show yourself this instant!" His words echoed throughout the entire city . The next moment, a loud, hapless sigh could be heard . But the origin of the sound could not be traced . "Ah . . . my visiting friend, for my sake, please let this go . "
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