Chapter 2872 - 2876: So What If I Kill Another Prince?

Suddenly, the dozen or so Martial Artists charging at Ling Xiao all froze in place.

It was as if something had bound them; they couldn’t move, their whole bodies went numb and paralyzed.

Only then did Ling Xiao slowly walk toward them, an indifferent expression surfacing on his face.

"Not good, this guy is too strong. His force can actually bind our movements. This guy is at least a First Transformation, Twelfth-Level Hell Late Stage Cultivation Martial Artist!"

Someone with a bit of sense finally spoke up.

One of the bound Martial Artists remembered his Master once saying that to bind an opponent’s movements with pure force, your Inner strength had to be at least two minor Realms stronger than theirs.

They were all Martial Artists with Twelfth-Level Hell Early Stage Cultivation, so wouldn’t Ling Xiao’s Cultivation Level be at the very least Twelfth-Level Hell Late Stage?

How could they possibly afford to provoke someone like that?

Hearing this, everyone was stunned.

Yuan Mo even forgot about the waves of pain coursing through his body.

Ling Xiao was actually a First Transformation, Twelfth-Level Hell Late Stage Cultivation powerhouse!

And he was so young!

Yet he’d been stupid enough to make an enemy out of someone like that.

No wonder Wu Pa died!

No wonder he was so easily defeated!

Regret!

Boundless remorse surged over him like a tidal wave.

All of a sudden he remembered something his daughter Lia had said.

Lia had said that Ling Xiao had come to help their Yuanling Clan, had come to protect their tribe from being harassed and bullied by the Chen Royal Family.

But what had he done?

Because he feared the Crown Prince of the Chen Dynasty, he had actually confined Ling Xiao and wagged his tail and begged before the Chen Dynasty’s Crown Prince.

Doing every shameless thing imaginable.

Yet only now, at the very end, did he realize that the Crown Prince he feared so much wasn’t even worth a fart before this young man.

Originally, this powerful Martial Artist could have become the mightiest guardian deity of their tribe.

But he had done so many stupid things.

He was afraid of an ant, and in order to wag his tail and beg that ant, he’d actually gone to attack a true powerhouse.

The more he thought about it, the more ridiculous it seemed.

And pathetic!

The Crown Prince stared at Ling Xiao in terror; right now his only thought was to escape.

But Ling Xiao’s aura had already sealed off the surroundings completely; it was impossible for him to flee.

He could even feel that if he tried to run, there was only one possible outcome—miserable death.

"Crown Prince, don’t worry. With us here, we’ll definitely keep His Highness safe!"

The two Martial Artists beside the Crown Prince, whose Cultivation Level was the same as Ling Xiao’s, tried to comfort him.

But in truth, even they could feel how terrifying Ling Xiao’s presence was, able to completely suppress both of them.

How could there be such a huge gap with the same Cultivation Level!

"You just said you were going to kill me?"

Ling Xiao finally walked up to the foremost Chen State Martial Artist and asked with a half-smile.

The man’s body shook uncontrollably, like he was standing naked in an icy Gale.

He stared at Ling Xiao in horror and shouted, "Please, spare me! I was only following orders."

"Following orders? I clearly saw you were the first to rush out. Your Crown Prince didn’t even call your name."

Ling Xiao stretched out his hand, his long, straight fingers slowly approaching the Martial Artist’s forehead.

The Martial Artist was so scared he’d already lost control of his bladder.

He vividly remembered the scene of Ling Xiao killing Wu Pa just now.

He didn’t want that. He didn’t want to die like that.

"Die!"

An icy voice rang from Ling Xiao’s mouth, and a terrifying force exploded from his fingertip.

That Martial Artist was flung away like a kicked leather ball.

He smashed into seven or eight people in succession.

And those seven or eight Martial Artists all died miserably on the spot.

Ling Xiao had never shown mercy to enemies.

It was so in the past.

It is so now.

And it will be so in the future.

To those who want to kill him, he has never felt even a shred of pity.

"Magma Storm! Annihilate!"

Killing them one by one was too boring. Ling Xiao raised his hand, and wild heat brewed in his palm.

It was like his hand had turned into a miniature volcano.

Then a terrifying storm erupted; scalding magma swept toward that group of Martial Artists like a dreadful blazing Gale.

Shrill screams began to rise and fall without end.

Earlier, they had scorned Ling Xiao, looked down on Ling Xiao, wanted to kill Ling Xiao.

Now, all they had left were screams and pleas for mercy.

"Those who kill shall themselves be killed!"

Ling Xiao watched the churning, boiling magma roar and rage, his expression not changing at all.

Protected by two First Turn Yinyang Realm Twelfth Layer Hell Late Stage Cultivation Martial Artists, the Crown Prince escaped this calamity.

They floated in the air, trying to flee.

But no matter which direction they flew in, Ling Xiao would always appear right in front of them.

The Crown Prince stared at Ling Xiao in sheer terror.

The young man before his eyes was no longer human, but a Ferocious Beast, a harbinger of Sha, a Demon Lord!

He slaughtered people like cutting grass, never softening his hand!

The Yuanling Clan people were watching this horrifying scene, completely at a loss for how to express their feelings.

Terrified out of their minds, they could only kneel and pray that after killing the Crown Prince’s group, Ling Xiao wouldn’t turn his hand against them.

Otherwise, faced with such a powerful existence, they had no way to resist.

Their outcome would be only one—death.

Unquestionable death.

"Crown Prince, don’t be afraid. We’ll protec—"

The two Twelfth-Level Hell Late Stage Martial Artists didn’t even finish their sentence before two beams of cold light shot from Ling Xiao’s fingertips, piercing their throats and sending them plummeting into the surging magma below.

Their corpses were instantly turned to ash.

"Protect? You think you can protect him?"

Ling Xiao glanced disdainfully in the direction those two had fallen, then looked back at the Crown Prince.

"Do you still want to kill me now?"

He asked mockingly.

"No! No!"

The Crown Prince’s head shook like a rattle drum. Kill Ling Xiao?

Don’t joke. This bringer of Sha had nearly wiped out all the Martial Artists following him with just a single move.

Forget those wastes—he’d actually instantly killed two First Turn Yinyang Realm Twelfth Layer Hell Late Stage powerhouses.

Even the dumbest person could see how terrifying this guy’s strength was.

He still dared to kill Ling Xiao?

Could he even kill him?

With his level of strength, he couldn’t even kill Yuan Mo, much less Ling Xiao.

He had relied on the experts at his side, that was all.

But now, those few experts were dead.

What did he have left?

"You can’t kill me. I’m the Crown Prince of the Chen Royal Family! I’m the son of the Thunder Emperor! The Five Elders all really like me. If you kill me, don’t even think about leaving here alive!"

The Crown Prince shouted in panic.

He was already babbling nonsense.

"What’s my name?"

Ling Xiao suddenly asked.

"Ling Xiao!"

"That’s right, I’m Ling Xiao. I killed the Second Prince, Eighth Prince, Twelfth Prince, Eleventh Prince, and casually killed your Master Kong, wiped out your Thunder Venerate.

I just visited the Untouchable Land and, while I was at it, killed that waste Old Fire too.

So tell me, compared to them, what the hell are you worth?"

Ling Xiao stared at the Crown Prince with open ridicule as he spoke.

The Crown Prince fell silent, left with nothing but fear. He’d actually forgotten what Ling Xiao had done.