Painting of the Nine Immortals

Chapter 410: Fighting against Dragons Alone

Translator: _Tat_ Editor: Fish_Creek

Currently, the Sun was hanging high in the sky and draping down warm lights. Despite this, it was difficult to hide the chill everyone was feeling.

Everyone here widened their eyes and stared at the corpse on the ground. Then they looked up to Ling Xian with pure shock in their eyes.

Such a simply wave of the sleeve killed a foundational cultivator?

Just how powerful did he have to be?

Everyone was insanely shocked at this, especially Uncle Yong and O Yang Wan Er. They merely thought that Ling Xian would offer a helping hand in the face of desperation. They never thought how capable he would end up being.

Simultaneous to the shock they felt, they were also extremely excited. The leader of the pursuers was the most powerful and if he died under Ling Xian's sleeve, then the rest of them were no opponent of his.

Under everyone's shocked gaze, Ling Xian's expression was collected and unaffected. With his dominating capabilities, even the completion levelled cultivators in the beginning stage will not last very long under his hands. A mere foundational cultivator was no different than an ant in his eyes.

"You… you killed our boss!" Another man was utterly terrified, but faked a calm voice. He then shouted in anger, "Young man, do you not know how much trouble you are going to get in now! The Bai Clan is not a clan you can provoke!"

"The Bai Clan?"

Ling Xian revealed a cold snicker, "I sure want to see who shouldn't have provoked whom in the end."

"How presumptuous. Just you wait, the Bai Clan will not forgive you!" The man in black glared at LIng Xian. But he knew very well that if his boss was instantly killed by Ling Xian, then they cannot win against him.

Thus, he didn't hesitate. He collected the others and quickly jumped up into the sky to escape this place.

But Ling Xian wasn't going to just let him leave.

He already established that the Bai Clan was his enemy and one of them must die. Thus, he will not be soft hearted and he did not plan on letting them go.

"Come back here."

The moment his voice trailed off, Ling Xian rolled up his sleeves. Immediately, the wind blew in all directions.

The seven to eight silhouettes, who just rose to the sky, felt a giant wave of pressure and immediately, they puked out blood and fell straight down from the sky.

They fell right in front of Uncle Yong and O Yang Wan Er.

"The bloody scent on these guys is very heavy. I believe they killed a lot of your people. I will pass these people to you. Kill them or free them is completely up to you." Ling Xian muttered before returning to the tree branch he was sitting on.

"Haha, thank you!"

Uncle Yong laughed out loud but very quickly, his expression turned frigid. He looked at the seven to eight men and fire was spewing out of his gaze.

O Yang Wan Er's face was also full of rage. Her beautiful eyes were also filled with bone-deep hatred.

They originally escaped with a few dozen of their descendants. But during the journey, they were slayed by the pursuers. Of course they hated these killers.

"Kill them!"

Without another word, Uncle Yong began to summon his Qi. He extended his palm, and like a mountain, the pressure from his spiritual energy engulfed the men on the ground.

"We are finished!"

The seven to eight men were full of desperation. They too, wanted to defend with their Qi, but Ling Xian's attack just now has handicapped them.

In other words, they were no merely mortals. What can they do to defend?

Recognizing the desperate colors on these people's faces, Uncle Yong's face was full of happiness. He dialed up his attack and let his anger out.

Boom!

After a slam of his hand, dust filled the air.

After all the dust dispersed, it became clear that all the men now were broken boned and all their meridians had been ripped apart. They could not be deader.

"It seems like I am not wrong. These men were killed in such a cruel manner. They must have very thick hatred between them." Ling Xian laid against the tree branch and sighed at the sight of the two.

He was worried about the condition of the O Yang Clan.

From O Yang Wan Er's body, it became apparent that if the eldest daughter of the O Yang Clan was so brutally wounded, the Clan was in deep trouble.

"Haha, old friend. I am finally avenging you. You can now rest in peace!"

After killing these people, Uncle Yong laughed loudly and tears began to fall. His oldest and closest friend had died on this trip under everyone's knife. Now that he has avenged them, he could no longer conceal the complex emotions he was feeling.

O Yang Wan Er was also crying tears of joy. Her face displayed her high satisfaction of a successful revenge. She also looked relieved and ecstatic.

In the beginning, these two were preys who were full of desperation and fear. But now, their position had shifted and they became predators who caused these Bai descendants to die in awe.

How could they not feel over joyed?

Of course, all of this was thanks to Ling Xian. If he didn't make a move, these two would've died under the Bai Clan's knives. They never could've avenged themselves.

Uncle Yong and O Yang Wan Er realized this too. They quickened their steps and arrived below the giant tree and bowed down.

"Thank you for saving our lives."

Sensing their appreciation, Ling Xian faintly grinned. "There is no need for that. Just don't silently curse at me."

Hearing this, the two of them remembered how they cursed at Ling Xian for being scared and felt very awkward. Especially O Yang Wan Er, she was very embarrassed and wanted to crawl into a hole.

At this moment, they realized something important. It was that Ling Xian had no duty to help them. If he didn't help them, it was justified. If he did help them, then he went out of his way.

At the same time they were extremely embarrassed, they were also very thankful towards Ling Xian.

"Thank you for helping us. Since she is a the daughter of the O Yang Clan Leader, he will definitely thank you." Uncle Yong formed a fist and cupped it with another. His olive shade face was full of appreciation.

"Me helping you out was not because I wanted something in return." Ling Xian shook his head, "Tell me, what is the situation of the O Yang Clan?"

"Aye…"

After this subject was brought up, the two of them deeply exhaled. The joy they had for surviving today was replaced with deep sorrow.

"I won't lie to you. We ran away an hour ago. At that time, the situation was not favorable." Uncle Yong sighed, "Now, it's probably worse."

"No it seems like it won't be easy to fix the situation."

Ling Xian frowned. Even though he didn't hear any details, he could feel that the situation must be very awful, the clan was probably near extinction.

"That's right. I'm not sure why the Bai Clan is suddenly so powerful. They used 12 completion levelled powerhouses. There are only eight of us completion levels at the O Yang Clan. We are no opponent!" Uncle Yong clenched his fists. But quickly, they were released and he turned somber.

O Yang Wan Er felt very powerless. There were 12 completion levelled powerhouses and each of them was insanely powerful. Anyone would feel powerless.

"Twelve of them… it is no wonder the O Yang Clan feels so sad. That capability truly is terrifying."

Ling Xian's heart fell. This number higher than anticipated. In other words, the mysterious House's capabilities had surpassed his expectations.

This was why he felt stressed.

"Yes, 12 versus eight. The power is imbalanced." Uncle Yong looked extremely desperate. But he then remembered how terrifying this young man before him was, "Young man, can you help me again?"

O Yang Wan Er suddenly remembered his capabilities as well and grasped onto this chance. She begged, "Please, I am begging you, please save the O Yang Clan."

"Twelve completion levelled powerhouses… what makes you think I would agree." Ling Xian shook his head.

The two of them were stunned.

Yes, there were 12 completion levelled cultivators. Who were they to ask for help from a stranger? Who would be willing to help?

The two of them shrieked into a chuckle and gave up on begging. Ling Xian had saved them once already, why would he risk his life again?

As they gave up on the idea, a crisp round of laughter erupted and the pair's eyes began to shine.

"I accept."

The two of them abruptly raised their heads, their eyes full of shock.

"You mean, you are willing to help?" O Yang Wan Er's beautiful eyes blinked. There was some anticipation and some uncertainty.

Against her unsettled gaze, Ling Xian grinned, "Yes, I am somewhat connected to this whole thing so I cannot just sit and do nothing."

"Amazing!" O Yang Wan Er's was ecstatic. Her entire heart was filled with joy.

"Aye, I have no choice." Ling Xian silently muttered to himself. Then, he stood up and stared into the north.

The Bai Clan was his enemy and the O Yang Clan was his potential ally. Even if he can save one completion levelled cultivators, he can enhance the power of his side.

Thus, he had to help.

"Okay, you guys wait here. I will go. As for how many people I can save, that will be determined by how lucky the O Yang Clan is." Ling Xian shook his head and the Winged Blitz appeared. He then vanished before their eyes.

Looking at the back of the silhouette, O Yang Wan Er was full of high expectations, "Uncle Yong, do you think he can save my clan?"

"Aye, Miss, we have been rude and blunt." Uncle Yong sighed, "There are 12 completion levelled powerhouses. Even if the man himself is of the completion levelled, it is impossible to defeat them all. It is unknown if he can even return here alive."

After he finished speaking, O Yang Wan Er reacted as if she had been struck by lightning.

Only now did she realize how ridiculous her request was. There were 12 completion levelled cultivators who were alive and well. In other words, he was heading towards a cave full of dragons and tigers!

Yet now, Ling Xian was about to head into the cave and fight these dragons alone. No matter how she looked at it, he was going there to die!