novel-bin Chapter 14952 Isn't it just one sword?
Chapter 14952 Isn't it just one sword?
Chapter 14952 It's just a sword strike, isn't it?
The gray-robed man's face instantly darkened: "Miss Long, the Black Death King instructed that this matter is of utmost importance and must be resolved quickly and decisively. We must not give Ling Xiao any chance to breathe!"
"presumptuous!"
Long Muyu suddenly turned to look at the gray-robed man, her eyes as cold as knives:
"I said, the Black Death King can control you, but he can't control me, Long Muyu! That's your Demon Soul Clan's decision, what does it have to do with my Heavenly Dragon Kingdom? What, do I, Long Muyu, have to take orders from your Demon Soul Clan?"
The gray-robed man's face turned ashen, yet he dared not refute.
The Heavenly Dragon Kingdom is powerful, and Long Muyu is its core prodigy; he simply cannot afford to offend her.
Just then, Ling Xiao suddenly laughed with a hint of sarcasm:
"Does your Demon Soul Clan have no shame? You're incapable of a one-on-one fight, too afraid to confront me head-on, and you even interfere in other people's fair battles! Do you think the strongmen of the Heavenly Dragon Kingdom are as despicable, vile, and short-sighted as you?"
Having said that, he turned to look at Long Muyu, his expression sincere and his tone firm:
"I have long heard that Miss Long's swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world, and she is the greatest genius in the Tianlong Kingdom in ten thousand years. It is my honor, Ling Xiao, to fight Miss Long today. Even if I die in battle, I will have no regrets! Miss Long, please draw your sword!"
"You!" The gray-robed man trembled with rage, staring intently at Ling Xiao, gritting his teeth as he said, "Ling Xiao, don't try anything funny! Today, no one can save you, no matter what!"
Ling Xiao spat at the gray-robed man, his face full of disdain: "Bah! Even if I, Ling Xiao, die, I will die under the sword of a true strongman, and die honorably, not at the hands of a bunch of cowardly, despicable, and shameless scoundrels like you!"
As he spoke, he looked at Long Muyu again, his eyes resolute, and cupped his hands slightly: "Miss Long, please make your move. I, Ling Xiao, will take this sword strike head-on!"
Long Muyu quietly observed Ling Xiao for a moment, the coldness in her eyes gradually fading, replaced by a hint of appreciation. She slowly nodded: "What a courageous Ling Xiao! If we weren't on opposing sides, I would really be willing to be your friend."
As soon as she finished speaking, she gripped the hilt of her sword, ready to draw it.
"Wait!" Ling Xiao suddenly called out, stopping her.
Long Muyu was slightly taken aback and looked up: "What is it?"
Ling Xiao smiled faintly and said calmly, "Miss Long, what if I take this sword strike from you?"
Hearing this, the gray-robed man's face grew even uglier, and he was secretly anxious... How did this turn into a show of mutual respect? If Long Muyu was really persuaded by Ling Xiao and let him go, then their plan to ambush him would be completely ruined!
Long Muyu was also slightly taken aback, clearly not expecting Ling Xiao to ask this question. After a moment of contemplation, she did not answer immediately.
Ling Xiao then pressed his advantage, his tone sincere yet tinged with provocation:
“Miss Long, how about we make a pact? If I can withstand your sword strike, you must not attack me again today, nor can you prevent me from leaving; if I cannot withstand it, I will willingly die by your sword without uttering a single complaint, what do you say?”
"No!" the gray-robed man interrupted urgently, his tone urgent. "Miss Long, you must not fall for his trick! He harbors ulterior motives and is trying to buy time to find a way to break through!"
Ling Xiao sneered, turned to look at the gray-robed man, and said sarcastically, "What, do you not believe in Miss Long's strength? Or are you afraid that Miss Long won't be able to kill me with one sword, thus disgracing your Demon Soul Clan?"
The gray-robed man was speechless, choked by Ling Xiao's words, and could only glare angrily.
Just then, Long Muyu suddenly spoke, her tone calm yet resolute: "I know you're using this as a scheme to escape. However, I agree to your request."
She paused, her gaze sweeping over the gray-robed man before returning to Ling Xiao:
"Today's attempt to surround and kill you is against my principles. I have always only fought fairly against the strong and have no interest in attacking in groups."
If my sword strikes and you die, all is well; if you survive, I will not attack you again today, nor will I stop you from leaving.
As she spoke, she gripped the hilt of the slender sword at her waist tightly with her right hand, her aura gradually becoming sharp, and she looked at Ling Xiao with a solemn expression: "Are you ready?"
Ling Xiao slowly raised his hand, switching the Bloodthirsty Blade to his right hand, while his left hand quietly grasped the hilt of the Heaven-Shattering Sword. His expression was firm, and he nodded slightly: "Ready, Miss Long, please draw your sword!"
In the distance, Long Muyu nodded slightly, and the air around her instantly froze. The next second, she suddenly drew her sword... The sword moved silently, without the slightest fluctuation of her aura, as if the sword had never existed!
fast!
Extremely fast!
This sword strike brought the concept of "speed" to its peak, so fast that it surpassed the limits of the naked eye and distorted the surrounding void!
The moment the sword was drawn, everything around seemed to freeze. The sound of the wind, the sound of falling rocks, and even the breathing of the crowd all disappeared in that instant. In the world, only that elusive, cold sword light remained.
Just as Long Muyu drew her sword, an invisible domain power quietly emerged again about ten feet in front of Ling Xiao... This time, he did not hold back at all, pushing the power of the domain to its limit!
In fact, he could have used the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword to withstand Long Muyu's sword strike.
He knew in his heart that although Long Muyu's sword was extremely fast and terrifyingly powerful, the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword was an ancient treasure that was indestructible. Long Muyu's sword could never penetrate the Black Heaven Sword's defense!
But he didn't do that.
Long Muyu has her pride and disdains gang fights, preferring only fair duels; Ling Xiao, too, has his own pride!
He is the inheritor of the Overlord Martial Soul, the most outstanding disciple of the Holy Rune Academy, and a leading figure among the younger generation in the Chaotic Martial World... Among the younger generation, Ling Xiao has nothing to fear from anyone!
It's just a sword strike! What's there to fear?
The instant Ling Xiao's domain was fully unleashed, the lightning-fast sword light had already reached him!
laugh……!
A piercingly loud whistling sound rang out, as if it would tear one's eardrums apart!
The sword light, which was originally too fast to catch, slowed down to a visible degree the moment it entered the Lingxiao Domain, as if it were stuck in a sticky quagmire, encountering enormous resistance with every inch it advanced.
The power of the domain is forcefully suppressing this deadly sword light!
The sword light grew slower and weaker, but at this moment, Ling Xiao's face turned extremely pale, fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and his aura became somewhat disordered.
He could clearly feel that the power contained in this sword strike was far too great.
Even though he used his domain to suppress the speed of the sword light, the powerful sword energy still penetrated the domain and continuously impacted his physical body and soul, putting him under tremendous strain, and causing his internal organs to ache faintly.