Chapter 117: Sixth Level of the Martial Venerable Realm
“This is impossible! Impossible! You’re just a young master, a mere child of a noble family—how could you possess such overwhelming power? I refuse to believe it! I simply refuse!”
The Elder of Kongtong shrieked like a madman.
Ling Xiao’s strength hit him like a thunderbolt, shaking him to his core.
But Ling Xiao paid him no mind. His gaze was calm and steady as he tightened his grip on the elder’s throat.
“Ugh... let... me... go...”
The Kongtong Elder struggled frantically, his words choked and unclear as Ling Xiao’s hold crushed his voice. No matter how he fought, he could not budge Ling Xiao’s iron grip.
In that moment, true terror gripped him.
The threat of death stripped away all illusions; he was fully awake to the reality before him.
The Ghost Valley was overwhelmingly powerful!
And Ling Xiao was nothing short of transcendent!
From the very start, Kongtong should never have provoked Ling Xiao, never have crossed Ghost Valley.
It had been a grievous error.
“Ye Gucheng, you have doomed my Kongtong legacy built over a thousand years!”
The elder sighed deeply, and with a sharp crack, his struggles ceased entirely.
Ling Xiao discarded him like a piece of trash, his body descending slowly to the ground.
Seeing the elder fall like a lifeless dog, the battle gradually came to a halt.
Kongtong disciples and elders looked on in utter despair.
“This cannot be! It cannot be! The elder... the elder won’t die! He’s a top expert at the fourth tier of Martial Sovereign!”
Ling Xiao stood with his hands clasped behind his back, descending slowly above the crowd, his expression cold and indifferent.
“The Kongtong elder is dead. Surrenderers will not be killed.”
The crowd trembled violently.
“You... you killed our Kongtong elder, and now you expect us to surrender? In your dreams!”
“Brothers! Kill him and avenge the elder!”
Ling Xiao’s face remained impassive, utterly unconcerned.
He snorted lightly and raised his right hand high. A streak of lightning shot straight into the sky.
In an instant, countless bolts of thunder descended, converging above Ling Xiao’s head into a colossal thunder sword that stretched tens of thousands of feet.
With a casual swing, the thunder sword crashed down, triggering a mushroom cloud that erupted from the earth, radiating blinding light that pierced the night and illuminated a hundred-mile radius.
As the light dimmed, those who had been shouting to avenge the elder were instantly silenced, collapsing to the ground one after another, eyes wide, fixed on the spot where the sword had fallen.
The strike had cleaved the earth open, carving a massive chasm hundreds of meters deep, thirty thousand feet long, and a hundred feet wide.
With such a casual move, Ling Xiao annihilated eighty thousand Kongtong disciples in an instant.
Eighty thousand!
These were no mere civilians—they were martial cultivators!
The destructive force rivaled that of eighty thousand tanks from the mundane world!
To be wiped out so effortlessly by a single strike—what was the point in fighting at all?
Ghost Valley’s disciples had only managed to eliminate twenty thousand after a long battle. Ling Xiao’s single strike surpassed their efforts in an instant!
People have anger, resilience, and the will to resist!
But such defiance only exists when hope remains. No one abandons hope lightly.
Yet before Ling Xiao, hope was nothing but a laughable word.
At this moment, the remaining hundred thousand Kongtong forces, including their elders, not one dared speak of revenge or resistance.
Only now did everyone realize just how terrifying Ling Xiao truly was—invincible beyond measure.
This man was stronger than the heavens themselves!
So powerful that no one could even conceive of defiance.
“Who else wants revenge? Step forward.”
A single cold phrase sent waves of trembling through the hundred thousand Kongtong disciples, who all retreated, quivering in fear—not a soul dared to step forward.
“Since no one seeks revenge, from now on, you are soldiers of Ling Xiao! Tang Shitian, these hundred thousand troops are yours. Administer the Heart Control Pill; after three years, assess their behavior before lifting the poison.”
“Understood!”
“Reorganize the army. Before dawn, I want Kongtong taken.”
...
As the morning star rose in the east, a pale light barely coloring the horizon, a dense shadow surged beneath Kongtong Mountain.
The disciples guarding the mountain gate furrowed their brows.
“Who goes there?”
“It’s us—the Kongtong Elders’ Corps!”
“So it’s the Elders’ Corps. They must have wiped out Ling Xiao of Ghost Valley.”
“Hahaha... a great victory! Truly the elite of Kongtong.”
“Exactly. No need to worry about Ling Xiao; what’s he but a mere nobody? They’re courting death by opposing Kongtong!”
Before their words faded, several flashes of steel struck, and the gate guards’ heads fell to the ground.
Passing Kongtong disciples sighed softly, but none dared intervene.
With Kongtong’s fall imminent, who would dare blame Ling Xiao?
The army pressed forward, storming into Kongtong and swiftly encircling the grand hall.
Within, the Sect Master of Kongtong was meditating.
Several figures entered slowly, the leader radiating an imposing aura.
Sensing their arrival, the Sect Master opened his eyes slightly.
A flicker of sharp light shone through his gaze, revealing a hint of awakening.
“You... are the young master of Ghost Valley?”
“Indeed.”
Ling Xiao responded with a nod.
“In that case, it seems the elder has been defeated! I never expected the Ghost Valley—silent for a thousand years—to emerge and shake the world so profoundly!”
The Kongtong Sect Master sighed deeply, rising slowly to his feet.
Ling Xiao’s face grew cold.
“Kneel. You remain the Sect Master of Kongtong.”
“Hahaha...”
The Kongtong Sect Master laughed heartily, gazing skyward.
“Kongtong is the ninth largest sect in the martial world. Though defeated by Ghost Valley, we will not bow in submission to invite mockery from others! Show me what Ghost Valley is truly capable of!”
Xing Zhentian and three others stepped forward.
“Young master, we volunteer to fight!”
“Go.”
Ling Xiao’s cold command sent the four rushing forward immediately.
Though Kongtong’s downfall was inevitable, the Sect Master was no ordinary man.
Xing Zhentian and the others were not foolish enough to believe they could single-handedly defeat the Sect Master.
They struck together, arriving at the Sect Master’s side in the blink of an eye.
The Sect Master smiled calmly.
“Four Martial Sovereign at the third tier think they can take me down? How laughable!”
With that, he stepped forward and shouted fiercely, an overwhelming killing intent enveloping the four men.
“Martial Sovereign, sixth tier!”
The four cried out in shock, their expressions turning grave.
A fourth-tier elder could hold his own against them; a sixth-tier Martial Sovereign could slaughter them with ease.
A proud smirk curled the Sect Master’s lips.
“Victory will ultimately belong to Kongtong!”
The world of martial artists was not like the mundane world.
Even if only the Sect Master remained, Kongtong would never fall!
For he was a sixth-tier Martial Sovereign!
Such a level was enough to reverse the course of battle and create miracles.
Ghost Valley was in grave danger!