Chapter 2793 - 2796: Snake Spirit Netherworld Kill

Mo Ying’s type of Martial Artist relies on one thing above all else: keeping cool!

Too bad he couldn’t withstand a few provoking words from Ling Xiao before turning into a mad dog.

He made a move once and got beaten into a completely embarrassed mess by Ling Xiao, so no wonder Mo Ying went crazy.

After all, in his mind, he was far stronger than Ling Xiao.

Before Ling Xiao came back, he had sworn confidently that he hoped Ling Xiao could live long enough to be defeated by him.

Back then he’d been full of confidence, looking every inch the expert.

Reality smacked him right in the face; if he didn’t go insane, that’d actually be strange.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!

Mo Ying’s eyes were blood-red from sheer fury!

Let me show you my strongest Ultimate Skill.

Immortal Rank Two Heavenly Martial Technique—Seventy-two Forms Shadow Killing Sword!"

As Mo Ying’s attack began, the two daggers in his hands became as swift and frenzied as wind and lightning.

And blade after blade, every thrust carried a deadly, vicious aura.

Every strike flickered in and out of sight.

To be honest, an ordinary Martial Artist facing this kind of attack would probably have no way to defend.

When you can’t see the opponent’s Sword Shadow, you can’t block; no tactic can avoid the outcome of grievous injury.

But to use this kind of cheap trick against Ling Xiao was pure axe-before-the-master’s-gate arrogance!

Don’t forget, Ling Xiao’s grasp of the Mystery of the Shadow surpasses that of anyone on the Xuanwu Continent.

Even those experts of the Eternal Palace can’t compare to him in pure understanding and application of the Mystery of the Shadow.

"So this is your strongest move? Honestly, it’s boring. To be frank, though your Cultivation Level has reached the First Transformation, Twelfth Layer of Hell, your actual strength is far, far below Thunder Venerate!

The power of the Twelfth-Level Hell—you haven’t even scratched the surface."

Ling Xiao let out a long sigh.

As he spoke, he suddenly spread his legs and drew in a deep breath.

Facing the direction from which Mo Ying’s attacks were coming, he opened his mouth—

"Roar—!"

Tiger Howl Mountains!

This was a special technique innate to the Black Striped Flying Tiger, a sound-based Martial Technique that condenses Inner strength into sound to harm the opponent.

Under normal circumstances, it can cause the opponent to temporarily lose their hearing.

Used more powerfully, it can even make the opponent bleed from the seven orifices twice over, their Qi-Blood churning so violently they’re unable to attack.

Ling Xiao’s Tiger Howl Mountains was truly terrifying.

And his Tiger Howl Mountains had been modified—not only did it contain Inner strength, it also carried Soul Power.

It could directly wound the opponent’s Soul.

The terrifying roar echoed across the entire plaza, but Ling Xiao’s main target was Mo Ying.

Even so, many on the stands felt as if their heads were splitting.

Some whose strength wasn’t enough actually had blood flow from their ears and had to be carried off for emergency treatment.

As for Mo Ying, who took the blast head-on, not only were all his attacks scattered—

His entire body started bleeding from the seven orifices, miserably wretched.

"Mm, not bad power. Haven’t used it in a long time. Letting it rip once really clears the head."

Ling Xiao looked at the effect, quite satisfied.

"Mo Ying, Mo Ying, I already told you you’re not up to it, yet you dared to fight me without even using your Martial Soul. I really don’t know where you get that kind of courage."

Ling Xiao gazed at Mo Ying calmly, like a senior scolding a junior who doesn’t understand the rules or his own limits.

"Aaah—!"

Mo Ying let out a sky-shaking roar.

Behind him, a strange Shadow Martial Spirit finally appeared.

It was like some Ghostly thing—cold, terrifying.

It carried the aura of death.

It looked like the Ghost of a snake.

"Snake Spirit Martial Soul? An Undead-type Martial Soul, huh, that really is unique. I suddenly find myself interested again. But with such a good Martial Soul, how exactly are you going to use it? Don’t you dare disappoint me again."

Ling Xiao had originally been ready to end this battle.

But after seeing Mo Ying’s Martial Soul, his interest returned.

Undead-type Martial Souls are rare to begin with; his old friend Leng Mei once had an Undead-type Martial Soul.

And today, he ran into another.

"Ling Xiao, you shouldn’t—you shouldn’t have humiliated me like this!

The moment you forced me to unleash my Snake Spirit Martial Soul, your fate was sealed. Don’t even think about walking away alive."

Mo Ying’s body floated up like a Puppet on strings.

His whole body seemed to lose its bones.

"Quit with the scare talk. Since you’ve used your Martial Soul, out of respect I’ll meet you with a Beast Soul Transformation.

Tyrant Blood Demon Dragon Beast Soul Transformation!"

Though Ling Xiao appeared relaxed, in truth he had never underestimated Mo Ying from the beginning.

He talked like that purely to enrage Mo Ying.

In reality, with his current Cultivation Level, if he wants to fight a Martial Artist at the First Turn Yinyang Realm Twelfth Layer Hell, Hell Early Stage, he can’t win without going all out.

But he doesn’t want to expose too much.

So he had to play a little trick.

Fortunately, Mo Ying is an idiot; if it were Master Kong, that old fox would never have taken the bait.

From the sound of it, he was using Tyrant Blood Demon Dragon Beast Soul Transformation out of respect for his opponent.

In truth, only he knew that if he didn’t use a Beast Soul Transformation against a Mo Ying who had activated his Martial Soul, he’d be finished.

You can act careless with your mouth, but your body can’t be careless—otherwise you’re just courting death.

"Snake Spirit Netherworld Kill!"

As Mo Ying spat out those words, the terrifying Snake Spirit Martial Soul behind him instantly turned ethereal.

It almost became pure blood-red light.

That chilling killing intent rushed straight at Ling Xiao.

On the stands, everyone sucked in a cold breath, staring hard at this scene.

Because they knew—Mo Ying was finally going all out.

As the Snake Spirit Martial Soul gradually virtualized, Mo Ying’s body seemed to merge into that Phantom as well, becoming ethereal along with it.

"To force Mo Ying to use this Snake Spirit Netherworld Kill, this Ling Xiao is already impressive!

It’s just a pity. Once he encounters this move, he can’t possibly live."

The First Elder of the Sect said coldly.

"Indeed. Even before Mo Ying’s breakthrough, this move was threatening to me. Now that Mo Ying’s Cultivation has broken through to the Twelfth-Level Hell, the power of this move will only become more terrifying.

Even I don’t dare take it head-on!

Unless I rely on the Magic Dragon Illusion Body Technique to dodge—at minimum, with Small Success in Magic Dragon Illusion Body Technique.

Both Mu Qing and I have already cultivated it to that level.

As for this Ling Xiao, honestly, in just one month, he probably couldn’t even reach the Beginner Stage."

Yun Lan, sitting beside Yun Zhonɡ Fenɡ, said disdainfully.

Mu Qinɡ watched the scene with tense eyes.

She hoped Ling Xiao could create a miracle.

And she believed Ling Xiao could do it.

Back in Frosty Town, she’d heard that Ling Xiao had faced Master Kong and not only came away unscathed, he even injured Master Kong.

With strength like that, beating Mo Ying should be easy.

On the battlefield, Ling Xiao faced Mo Ying’s Snake Spirit Netherworld Kill head-on.

Admittedly, this move was incredibly fast.

Ordinary Body Movement Techniques simply couldn’t evade it.

Only Magic Dragon Illusion and Vertical Earth Golden Light Technique could.