Bab 159: Another Turmoil

The midday sun hung high. The earth glowed under its caress.

But nobody along the winding streets felt its warm touch. To them, winter had come, sending chills and terror down their spines.

Especially the two currently lying haplessly in the middle of the street, coughing up blood…

The challengers understood clearly that Ling Xian wasn’t an ordinary cultivator. But nothing could have prepared them for this, that a handsome, kind looking youth was capable of unleashing such horror.

"Speak, how would you like to die?"

Ling Xian stood like a statue, completely unmoved as he spoke those terrifying words. Fear came over the middle-aged man. But there was nowhere to go but forward. So he did. "Young fellow, if you back out now, this won’t end messily. I’ll spare your life. But if you insist, I’ll spill every last drop of your blood!"

"Ha, back out? Spare my life?"