Chapter 82: How Could I Let You Sleep Soundly Beside Me?

Corpses littered the Iron Fist Sect, and Ling Xiao moved among them like a god of death, mercilessly reaping their lives. The annihilation of the Iron Fist Sect was imminent.

Amidst the slaughter, Ling Xiao spotted two figures dressed in luxurious robes, hastily fleeing toward a corner. His eyes narrowed, and with a light step, his body transformed into a streak of white light, instantly appearing before them.

Sensing Ling Xiao’s oppressive presence, the elder of the two immediately spun around and attacked.

Boom!

Five claws formed a deadly spear, thrusting directly at Ling Xiao’s lower body.

Ling Xiao’s eyes narrowed; he struck out with a snapping kick.

A collision—fingers shattered on impact.

“Ah!” The man screamed, cold sweat breaking across his forehead, his face contorted in agony.

“Father! Are you alright? How are you?” The younger man rushed forward, supporting his father anxiously.

Ling Xiao glanced at them indifferently. “Master and heir of the Iron Fist Sect?”

Both men fixed their gaze on Ling Xiao.

“Ling Xiao, how many must you kill before you’re satisfied? If you wipe out my Iron Fist Sect, aren’t you afraid other sects will hunt you down? Aren’t you afraid of the Dragon Division’s wrath?”

Ling Xiao responded with a cold, detached smile. “Would you let someone sleep soundly beside your pillow? Before Ling Xiao, if you don’t kneel, you’ll be forced to lie down!”

“You—you’re so cruel, heaven cannot tolerate you! You’ll get your retribution!”

“Enough chatter.” Ling Xiao unleashed a punch.

The force exploded outward, its power sending chills through the hearts of the Iron Fist Sect’s father and son.

“Move!” The sect master pushed his son aside, bearing the full brunt of Ling Xiao’s attack himself.

With one blow, the sect master was hurled across the hall. His chest collapsed inward; when he hit the ground, blood poured from every orifice. He was dead before he landed.

“No!” The young heir shrieked in despair.

“Ling Xiao, if you dare, kill me! Otherwise, one day I’ll grind your bones to dust and play your woman to death!”

“Rest assured—you’ll never live to see that day.”

With that, Ling Xiao flicked his finger; a streak of white light shot straight for the young heir’s face.

Just as death was about to claim him, a fierce, overwhelming aura erupted from the rear mountain of the Iron Fist Sect.

Almost simultaneously, another, even stronger beam of white light surged from that direction, blasting apart Ling Xiao’s sword aura.

The young heir was overjoyed. “Grandfather! It’s my grandfather! Hahaha… My grandfather is a master of the ninth tier Martial Saint! He’s only a step away from the tenth tier’s perfection. With him here, Ling Xiao, you still think you can kill me? You’re doomed! Hahahaha…”

Ling Xiao cast him a cool glance, snorted lightly, and stepped forward, vanishing in a blink.

The young heir was gripped by terror, his face pale as wax.

“No! Grandfather, save me! Grandfather!”

“You brat! How dare you!”

From the darkness, a pure white figure streaked like a meteor, charging madly.

But Ling Xiao paid no heed, stepping forward without hesitation.

His foot came down with the weight of ten thousand pounds, as if Mount Tai itself pressed upon him.

With one stomp, Ling Xiao crushed the young heir’s heart, ending his life like an ant beneath his heel.

“No!” The pure white figure roared, eyes wide, veins bursting.

“Young man, if I don’t grind your bones to dust, I’ll have failed all disciples of the Iron Fist Sect! Prepare to die!”

The white figure threw a punch, its power boundless.

A trembling sound echoed in the air, as if all the surrounding atmosphere was instantly sucked away!

Such rapid gathering of spiritual energy was unmatched—only those close to the tenth tier Martial Saint could achieve it!

The higher the cultivation, the more vast the difference between each tier.

Even a minor boundary meant worlds apart.

Yet Ling Xiao showed no fear.

Let the elder of the Iron Fist Sect advance as he pleased; Ling Xiao stood unmoved.

Before the fist could reach him, its wind already tore everything apart: the blue brick floor around Ling Xiao shattered and exploded!

Unable to withstand such immense force.

But as the elder reached him, Ling Xiao simply threw a punch.

With a single blow, he easily countered the furious strike of a ninth tier Martial Saint!

And Ling Xiao hadn’t even gathered his strength!

Such terrifying power sent a shiver through the elder’s heart.

If this youth remained, he would surely shake the world and become a dominator.

He must not be allowed to live!

Resolute, the elder gritted his teeth and bellowed, gathering his energy once more.

The power surged, the pressure so immense that the blue bricks beneath Ling Xiao’s feet shattered, the ground sinking three meters deep in a hundred-meter radius.

The elder’s lips curled in a sneer.

“You brat, I’ll show you—opposing my Iron Fist Sect is the greatest mistake of your life! Limitless Iron Fist—activate!”

With a roar, golden light surged around his fist, swelling it to the size of an iron cauldron.

As his fist grew, its power multiplied several times!

Martial techniques, elevated beyond mere cultivation.

As he launched his attack, wind and clouds churned, thunder rolled in the heavens!

“Hahaha… My Iron Fist Sect has stood proud in the martial world of China. Without a few ultimate techniques, how could we have lasted a thousand years? You, a mere child, daring to kill wantonly in my sect! Do you regret it now? I’ll scatter your ashes to repay the blood debt of my Iron Fist Sect!”

Ling Xiao yawned, expressionless. “Is that all the childish tricks you have? You call that worth boasting about? Enough, I’m bored of this game.”

With those words, Ling Xiao lightly stomped his foot.

In that instant, the elder seemed to hallucinate—Ling Xiao was no longer a young boy, but a primordial beast.

Before him, he himself… was nothing but an insect.

As he reeled in shock, Ling Xiao’s fist erupted with supreme force!

A flash of gold shot to the sky!

Dark clouds gradually dispersed, the heavens cleared, starlight and moonlight once more bathed the earth. Yet the ground reflected a blood-red glow, eerie and terrifying.

Ling Xiao kicked aside the elder’s corpse, who still stared wide-eyed in death, never understanding how Ling Xiao possessed such overwhelming power.

“A ninth tier Martial Saint, and you have the nerve to show off before me? Pathetic!”

With that, Ling Xiao lingered no longer, turning to leave the Iron Fist Sect.

Not long after he departed, several powerful presences rushed in, descending upon the sect.

Seeing the carnage, they couldn’t help but feel their stomachs churn and chills run down their spines.

“Who could have done this? The Iron Fist Sect utterly slaughtered, none left alive!”

“This is a grave matter; our Dragon Division Tribunal must not let the mastermind escape!”