Chapter 2138 - 2123: The Unmatched Lingxiao Saint Master

Lin Yin stayed behind because she wanted to try one more time. After all, they were from the same sect, and she wanted to see if she could save some lives.

"You want me to spare them?" Shi Feng's face still carried that cold smile as he said, "Woman, besides those who wanted my life, when haven't I given them a chance? They chose to seek death themselves!"

Although she said that, "But..."

And just as Lin Yin uttered the word "but," Shi Feng immediately spoke again, "Ten breaths. After ten breaths, whoever remains here will die! Including you, woman!"

As Shi Feng spoke these words, a cold killing intent emanated from his body.

Instantly, everyone present in this void felt the temperature suddenly plummet.

Lin Yin's eyes remained fixed on that person, and even she shuddered slightly under his killing intent at this moment.

At that moment, Lin Yin realized that if she didn't leave within those ten breaths, he would indeed kill her.

This feeling was incredibly real.

"It seems I was really overthinking. Why would he ever have his eyes on me!" As these thoughts ran through her mind, Lin Yin's eyes once again scanned the crowd.

She knew that these people would not leave the Lingxiao Sacred Land; they would rather die than desert it.

"Alas!" Lin Yin sighed softly once more, then her figure moved, and she, too, left this place in the end.

"Heh!" With Lin Yin's departure, Shi Feng let out a "heh" laugh. Then, his eyes swept over the crowd below, and with a movement of his body, he instantly appeared in front of them, standing before the Supreme Elder, Miee Yin, and asked him:

"Old man, where is your Sacred Lord?"

Looking at this person who appeared instantly in front of him, so close to the frail Ancestor he held in his hand, along with the Lingxiao Divine Tower, Miee Yin's face became even more unsightly. And at this moment, a thought crossed his mind...

...

In the midst of quiet and serene mountains and flowing water, the primordial energy of the heavens and earth was extraordinarily dense, rolling and surging like a raging river.

An imposing and peerless figure sat cross-legged, suspended in the air, with eyes slightly closed, a face appearing calm and tranquil. At this moment, although he wore a rather ordinary-looking blue robe, an indescribable divine might emanated from within, as if born with it!

He is none other than the high and mighty Sacred Lord of the Lingxiao Sacred Land, Mo Ruoyan!

After being severely wounded by Shi Feng, Mo Ruoyan came here to focus on healing!

However, the blow was too severe. Despite consuming a vast amount of healing Spirit Pills and utilizing the Lingxiao Returning Body to recuperate, Mo Ruoyan's injuries had only recovered half by this point.

"Ugh!" Suddenly, a painful moan escaped Mo Ruoyan's lips, and that mighty and peerless face revealed a veil of pain.

Then, his slightly closed eyes opened, and Mo Ruoyan looked down at his chest, his hand reaching toward that spot, covering it.

It was right there, back on the ancient great battlefield, that he had suffered that blow from that evil demon!

Though his injuries had healed halfway, Mo Ruoyan still felt the pain emanating from there.

Following this, a grim and ferocious expression surfaced on Mo Ruoyan's pained face, fiercely spitting out, "Jian Family! Jian Feng!"

At this moment, Mo Ruoyan wished to crush that brat into pieces.

That brat had taken advantage of his carelessness, severely injuring him, making him, the Lingxiao Sacred Lord, lose face completely.

At this moment, the outside world must be buzzing with talks about his severe injuries, and soon enough, the entire world would know that he had been injured by a junior from the Jian Family!

"Damn it! It's truly damnable! When my injuries heal, I will definitely make that brat pay a hundredfold!"

Mo Ruoyan fiercely declared again, while scenes of the cruelest punishments flashed swiftly through his mind.

In his mind, scenes of ruthlessly tormenting that brat, seeing his regret, hearing his pleas, and watching him wish for death floated vividly.

"Hm?" But at this moment, Mo Ruoyan's expression suddenly changed, and he focused back on his body.

At this instant, Mo Ruoyan suddenly noticed a surge of space power arising on his body, and then a white light shone from him.

When the white light fell, the Lingxiao Sacred Lord Mo Ruoyan had disappeared from this picturesque world.

This world was merely a space world within a mysterious artifact.

...

Aotian Land was already approaching dusk.

Suddenly, in front of the void where three hundred Martial Artists of the Lingxiao Sacred Land were located, a white light flashed, followed by the appearance of that imposing and peerless figure before them.

It was Mo Ruoyan's arrival.

"Sacred Lord!"

"Sacred Lord!"

"Sacred Lord!"

...

Upon seeing Mo Ruoyan, people called out to him one after another.

At this moment, the painful and fierce expressions had long disappeared from Mo Ruoyan's face. He stood proudly in the void, his face restoring the usual calm, majestic, and peerless, as if inviolable!

Hearing the disciples' calls, Mo Ruoyan only nodded slightly. His gaze remained fixed on the Supreme Elder, Miee Yin, ahead of him, and he spoke:

"What's happening, Supreme Elder? My injuries are yet to completely recover, why summon me out?"

When Mo Ruoyan spoke these words, his tone seemed to carry blame.

Previously, he had already entrusted the Lingxiao Divine Tower to him, so was there any situation he couldn't handle?

Even if he couldn't manage it, wasn't there still Yuann Yao Ancestor, why still need to summon him out?

Although Mo Ruoyan thought this in his heart, he did not speak it out loud, acknowledging Miee Yin's high status as the Supreme Elder.

"Alas!" Upon seeing Mo Ruoyan and hearing his words, Miee Yin only let out a light sigh.

Mo Ruoyan, who had been recuperating in his mysterious artifact space, was still unaware that the outside world, and the Lingxiao Sacred Land he belonged to, had gone through such drastic changes.

He, as the Lingxiao Sacred Lord, was now merely a nominal title.

"Hmm? What's going on? What exactly happened?" Seeing Miee Yin sigh and keep that old face somber, a bad premonition arose in Mo Ruoyan's heart, and he asked again.

It was then that Mo Ruoyan noticed that not only the Supreme Elder, Miee Yin, but every single disciple of the Lingxiao Sacred Land wore a somber expression, as if someone had died in their family.

Seeing everyone like this, Mo Ruoyan felt even more troubled, asking them again swiftly, "What's the matter? What exactly happened?"

Seeing that no one answered, Mo Ruoyan let out an angry shout: "Speak! Tell me quickly!"

"Heh, what a peerless and majestic Lingxiao Sacred Lord!" And just then, a young, light-hearted voice with a hint of derision suddenly rang out.