Ling Xiao's body seemed to exude an invisible sense of oppression, which made the surrounding air solidify.

"Three sons of righteousness? Today, I will make you the third sons of death!" Ling Xiao's voice was low and cold, as if it was a verdict from the Nine Nether Hell, without any emotion.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Xiao's figure disappeared in place instantly, like a black lightning bolt, rushing towards Yu Tianlang with lightning speed. Yu Tianlang, as the strongest among the three righteous people, under normal circumstances, directly attacking him was undoubtedly an extremely risky and unwise choice. However, Ling Xiao did this without any hesitation.

This action made Yu Tianlang feel both disdainful and unspeakable dissatisfaction. In his opinion, Ling Xiao's direct attack was like a blatant contempt for his strength, as if telling him that he did not need to be afraid of his power at all.

Thinking of this, Yu Tianlang raised a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and the smile was filled with a hint of mockery and conceit. He slowly raised his hand, his movements were elegant and calm, as if he was performing a sacred ceremony. With his movements, a pen exuding an ancient atmosphere appeared in his hands.

Immediately afterwards, the pen in Yu Tianlang's hand danced rapidly in the void. The tip of the pen seemed to contain endless magic, outlining strange and complex patterns. These patterns flashed with mysterious light, intertwined, as if building an unknown world.

In an instant, a terrifying aura roared out of the lines, like an ancient giant beast that had been sealed for a long time, breaking free from the constraints. As this aura surged out, a righteous shadow of gods and demons slowly emerged. The shadow of gods and demons emitted a golden light, a solemn face, and endless majesty and wisdom were revealed in its eyes.

"The spirit transforms into form - Confucianism, Saint and Dharma appearance!" Yu Tianlang's voice resounded throughout the world, full of confidence and pride. With his shouting, the Confucianism, Saint and Dharma appearance slowly raised their palms and slapped towards Lingxiao. For a moment, the heaven and earth seemed to tremble, and the air seemed to be instantly drained, creating a deafening roar. The roar was like the sound of thousands of thunders, and it was like the collapse of the heaven and the earth, which shocked everyone around him.

In this fierce confrontation, the other two of Zhengqianzi just stood quietly aside, with contempt in their eyes and no intention of helping. Obviously, in their eyes, it would be easy for Yu Tianlang to defeat Ling Xiao.

The woman's mouth was raised high, with a nearly mean sneer, her eyes full of ridicule and contempt, as if everything in the world was under her contempt.

She raised her hand lazily, gently lifted the hair on her temples, her voice was sharp and unconcealed arrogance: "This Ling Xiao is hopelessly stupid, and he actually chose the eldest brother as his opponent. Did he have no idea about the strength of our Zhengqi Hall? Here, besides the retreating ancestor and the leader, the eldest brother is recognized as the number one master and the most arrogant person! Just because of him, he also wants to challenge the eldest brother, isn't this seeking death?"

After saying that, she rolled her eyes deliberately exaggeratedly, and a soft snorted from her nostrils, as if she was declaring that she had already stood at the top of the world and scoffed at Ling Xiao's behavior.

The man next to him laughed loudly, full of frivolity and arrogance, as if the whole world was under his control.

While he smiled, he raised his hand to touch his chin, and the smugness on his face was almost overflowing: "What can people from a small place like him understand? They are no different from frogs in the well. They have never seen the world before, so they think that they can play wild with us if they have some ability. Without considering it, how can he compete with the strength of the senior brother?"

The two looked at each other, and the laughter became more and more arrogant. It seemed that they had seen Ling Xiao being crushed under his feet and kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy.

"Boom!" At this moment, a loud bang exploded from the void, like a thunder thunder exploded in everyone's ears, making people's ears hurt. Everyone hurriedly turned their heads and looked at them, and they saw Ling Xiao holding the bloodthirsty knife in both hands, and the blade was covered with cold murderous intent, and slashing at the huge palm of the Confucian Saint and Faxiang with a thunderous force.

This attack seemed to split the world. The moment the knife collided with his palm, the air around him seemed to be crushed by invisible force, making a harsh sound, and ripples of energy visible to the naked eye spread around.

However, the power gap instantly appeared. Ling Xiao was like being hit by a sea of ​​force, and his whole body was struck by lightning, like a kite with a broken string, and was uncontrollably knocked out by the countershock force, drawing a long arc in the air, and finally fell heavily to the ground, smashing a shallow pit and splashing a large piece of dust.

"So strong!" Ling Xiao stabilized his body, his eyebrows frowned into a mohua, his heart full of shock and solemnity. He gritted his teeth and whispered to himself: "This guy's strength is at least at the level of the Baoyuan Realm, maybe he has reached the ninth level. This gap is too big! He thought he was also the best in the same level, but he didn't expect that he would be so vulnerable in front of him."

His hands were unconsciously clasped, and his knuckles turned white due to the force. A strong sense of reluctance and fighting spirit surged in his heart. He would never be willing to be easily defeated like this.

"Hahaha, boy, I'll give you a chance to be my slave, I'll spare you!" Yu Tianlang raised his head and laughed, the laughter echoed in the air, full of high pride and arrogance.

He raised his head high, his chin almost raising it to the sky. His eyes looked at Ling Xiao as if he was looking at an ant. His tone of infernal insult seemed to be giving alms a great gift. As long as Ling Xiao agreed, he would be able to obtain supreme glory.

"Slave? You really dare to speak." Ling Xiao slowly raised his head, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and a sarcastic curve appeared on the corner of his mouth. His smile was full of disdain for such absurd proposal. He straightened his backbone and looked directly at Tianlang's eyes without fear. His eyes seemed to say that dignity and freedom were his bottom line, and he would never bow his knees even when facing death.

"So, are you going to toast or not?" Yu Tianlang's eyes flashed with a cold light in his eyes when he heard the rejection, as cold as a sharp blade, and murderous intent spread without any concealment. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and a ferocious look appeared on his face. He had both anger towards Ling Xiao's ungratefulness and absolute confidence in his own strength, as if he was telling Ling Xiao that the consequences of rejecting him would be endless.

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"How about you come to be my slave? It would be too shameful to be a strong man in the ninth level of the Yuan Realm to be a follower." Ling Xiao was not afraid, but instead joked with a smile. The smile contained a bit of cynical and provocative, as if he was deliberately trying to anger Yu Tianlang.
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