Chapter 113: Flames of War Ignite, the Hundred Sects Clash
“Isn’t that so? Ling Xiao has brought this upon himself—deservedly so! Tonight, we will make Ghost Valley the first sect to fall in the Hundred Sect Contest!”
“Exactly! Kill Ling Xiao and establish our might through battle! Let Ghost Valley know we are not to be trifled with!”
“Kill Ling Xiao, establish our might through battle!”
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Watching the crowd brimming with righteous fury and stirred emotions, Tie Xinlan couldn’t help but shake her head and sigh deeply.
Ling Xiao truly was a failure!
He was nothing more than a lowly figure in the mundane world, forever unfit to enter the grand stage of elegance.
Looking back through history, haven’t all Hundred Sect Contests been blood-soaked and perilous?
To secure the final victory, everyone always strives to start by forging alliances with other sects, gathering as many allies as possible, and expanding their power!
Yet Ling Xiao had done such outrageous things to so many sects that he had provoked their backlash.
As a result, before the Hundred Sect Contest even began, Ghost Valley’s downfall was already sealed. It was utterly laughable.
Sure enough, her judgment had been correct. She had rushed over in time to confront Ling Xiao openly. That way, Ghost Valley wouldn’t drag down the Divine Water Palace!
Ling Xiao was simply unworthy of being Tie Xinlan’s fiancé!
Time passed bit by bit, drawing ever closer to the start of the Hundred Sect Contest.
The disciples of the Water Sect were all brimming with excitement.
They were about to attack Ling Xiao. Killing him would bring great renown not only to them but to several other sects as well.
This was extremely advantageous for the later stages of the Hundred Sect Contest!
Tie Xinlan and Xiao Yu gazed upon the scene, unable to suppress a sigh, feeling nothing but pity for Ling Xiao’s future.
“Miss, that Ling Xiao truly deserves his fate! Retribution has come so swiftly, it makes me want to laugh! He just showed you disrespect—shall we also step in and reduce him to ashes?”
“Don’t be silly.”
Tie Xinlan shook her head.
“Though he crossed the line, he’s about to be ground to dust. Let it all be in the past.”
“That’s true. Seeing how many people he’s provoked, he won’t have an easy time later. Just thinking about it makes me happy.”
Tie Xinlan smiled wryly, somewhat helpless.
“You—you’re an adult, yet you act like a child. At this rate, how do you expect to marry in the future?”
“Heehee, then I’ll just stay by your side forever, Miss.”
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Meanwhile, the elders and disciples of the Water Sect were exchanging excited words, while Ling Xiao had already settled Mu Yiren.
This night was the first of the Hundred Sect Contest, the first night for Ghost Valley to make a name for itself!
Since ancient times, Ghost Valley had always been shrouded in mystery!
But in this era, modesty only made others think you were easy prey.
This time, Ling Xiao would lead Ghost Valley to soar into the heavens!
In the black night, Ling Xiao stood proudly atop the Jiangbei Tower, hands clasped behind his back, his eyes bright as stars, fixed on the shifting constellations above.
He resembled both an emperor and a divine master who could perceive the vast cosmos!
Profound and unfathomable!
On the rooftops of several surrounding buildings, countless figures clad in jet-black armor stood densely packed, eyes cold and piercing like icy blades, radiating boundless killing intent!
Behind Ling Xiao stood four robust men, their aura like a raging storm, brimming with lethal intent.
These four also wore armor, but both its quality and their presence far surpassed that of the soldiers around them.
“Deputy Hall Master of the War God Hall, Xing Zhentian!”
“Deputy Hall Master of the War God Hall, Yue Zhenhua!”
“Deputy Hall Master of the War God Hall, Tang Shitian!”
“Deputy Hall Master of the War God Hall, Jian Wusheng!”
“Greetings, Young Lord!”
Ling Xiao did not turn around but spoke coldly.
“How is the strength of the War God Hall?”
“Young Lord, the four of us have all reached the third stage of Martial Sovereign. The other disciples of the War God Hall have all reached above the tenth stage of Martial Master. Among them, twenty thousand have attained the Martial Saint level!”
If other sects heard these numbers, they would likely be terrified beyond belief.
In lower-tier sects like Tiger Gate, a Martial Saint could already sit as a Grand Elder!
Even among the top one hundred sects in the martial world, a third-rate sect like Iron Fist Sect had no Martial Sovereign-level experts.
Yet here in Ghost Valley, a single War God Hall had twenty thousand Martial Saints and four Martial Sovereigns—not to mention Ling Xiao’s own unfathomable power.
In truth, Ghost Valley alone could sweep through half the martial world!
Ling Xiao frowned slightly.
“Your speed is too slow!”
The four men knelt in unison, cold sweat beading on their brows.
“Pardon us, Young Lord! It was all because Ning Xuanyuan privately withheld our elixirs, preventing us from cultivating quickly. That’s why we delayed.”
Ling Xiao’s gaze turned cold as he snorted lightly.
“I will let this slide for now. The Hundred Sect Contest is about to begin; you shall make up for it with battle merits!”
“Thank you, Young Lord, for your forgiveness!”
A ripple in the air, and Feng Wu’s graceful figure appeared beside Ling Xiao.
She knelt and cupped her hands.
“Young Lord, Cai Changyuan reports that besides Kongtong, six other sects—the Jiangdong Water Sect, Northwest Red Leaf Sect, West River Battle Pavilion, and others—have arrived in Jiangzhou, intending to join Kongtong in annihilating you!”
Tang Shitian’s face turned icy.
“These rats actually dare scheme against the Young Lord? They are courting death!”
“Young Lord, once the Hundred Sect Contest begins, we shall destroy them!”
Ling Xiao narrowed his eyes and snorted softly.
“I intend to assault Kongtong directly—how can I allow these rats to bind my hands and feet? The Hundred Sect Contest starts in half an hour. Before it begins, wipe out every last soldier of these six sects. Leave no one alive!”
Feng Wu quickly interjected.
“Young Lord, that is unwise. If before the Hundred Sect Contest starts, someone catches wind of this, it will surely draw the Dragon Order’s displeasure. We must be careful not to ruin everything.”
“And what if? If heaven blocks my way, I’ll destroy heaven. If gods stand against me, I’ll destroy gods. The Dragon Order would do well not to provoke me!”
“Xing Zhentian, Tang Shitian, you two lead ten thousand Martial Saints to annihilate those five sects!”
“As you command!”
“Jian Wusheng, Yue Zhenhua, come with me to Cai Family Tavern. Before the Hundred Sect Contest begins, let Ghost Valley’s blades be sharpened!”
“As you command!”
Ling Xiao stamped his foot and transformed into a streak of light, swiftly disappearing into the night. After a few whistles from the four deputy hall masters, tens of thousands of black shadows on surrounding rooftops melted quickly into the darkness.
Though the Hundred Sect Contest had yet to begin, the thirst for blood was already apparent. The sky above Jiangzhou darkened with gathering clouds, rumbling with low thunder, as if warning people not to venture outside lest they be unable to withstand the disasters soon to come!
A pressure gradually closed in on the Cai Family Tavern.
Those inside had yet to sense any warning.