When An Feitian’s Dark Night Mad Blade struck, the entire Sacrificial Hall was shrouded in black aura.

It was eerie and terrifying.

An Feitian was very confident; he believed that even if he couldn’t kill Ling Xiao with this move, he could severely wound him.

This way, the kid would forever remember one lesson: never to mess with his woman.

Everyone in the hall thought it was impossible for Ling Xiao to withstand this blade.

Heiye Wuguang was even prepared to step in and save him.

Because he just wanted Ling Xiao to learn a lesson, but he didn’t want him dead.

However, in a situation where everyone had no hope.

Ling Xiao suddenly drew out that Heavy Sword.

His entire body was surrounded by purple aura, like a Sword Immortal from within that purple haze, dreamlike and illusory.

The sword is drawn!

Purple Qi comes eastward, One Sword Returns to the West!

The powerful Purple Clouds transformed into a giant Heavy Sword that stabbed towards An Feitian.

Ling Xiao thought that since he couldn’t block it, he would attack instead of defending.

As long as he wasn’t killed by An Feitian, that would be enough.

"What is that!"

Heiye Wuguang’s face showed surprise, but shortly afterward, he laughed: "This kid is really impressive, the Chief of Purple Immortal Mountain just died, and he actually used that old man’s signature sword technique!"

"Jade High-Level Sword Technique—Purple Qi Eastward Sword, how did this kid learn it?"

An Hua’s brow also furrowed.

The powerful giant Purple Qi Sword actually blocked An Feitian’s attack.

This made An Feitian’s expression very unpleasant.

An Yexing’s face was equally unpleasant.

Wanting to teach the other party a lesson but being blocked by a mere disciple from the Lower Eight Immortals Mountain, spreading that would be laughable.

"No, I can’t be stopped!"

At that moment, An Feitian instantly increased his power from fifty percent to eighty percent, his strength suddenly surged.

Ling Xiao’s Purple Clouds Giant Sword was instantly destroyed.

Then a figure was blasted away, crashing heavily against the wall of the Sacrificial Hall.

"Serves you right!"

An Feitian knew he was in the wrong but did not feel ashamed; initially saying he’d use fifty percent of his power, he ended up using eighty percent.

He believed no one present dared to say he was wrong.

And no one would say he was wrong.

After all, everyone here was from the Dark Clan’s Inner Clan.

"Young Clan Leader, you have no honor!"

However, just as he thought this, unexpectedly someone stood up, not knowing life from death.

It was Lin Yang.

If his boss was beaten, and it was a defeat, there wasn’t much to say.

But in front of everyone, An Feitian shamefully broke his word, and he naturally had to speak out.

"Exactly, you said you would use fifty percent of your power but ended up using eighty percent. Is the Young Clan Leader’s word as worthless as a fart?"

Qing Luan Hua was also angry.

Although she was not as strong, Ling Xiao had saved her life before, so she couldn’t possibly remain silent.

"On the battlefield, who would believe such naive promises?"

An Feitian disdainfully said: "Moreover, if I said I used fifty percent, then I used fifty percent. What evidence do you have to say I broke the rules?"

"This is no battlefield! This is the Sacrificial Hall, facing the ancestors of the Dark Clan, and you dare to say such things, bringing shame to the Dark Clan!"

Lin Yang shouted: "If something happens to the boss, I, Lin Yang, will not rest until one of us is dead with the Dark Clan!"

"Impudent!"

Would An Feitian let Lin Yang chastise him here?

Having already defeated Ling Xiao, if he even killed Lin Yang, he believed there wouldn’t be any problem.

His figure flickered, and a terrifying black long knife stabbed at Lin Yang.

However, at that moment, a sword blade pierced out from his back, puncturing his lung.

Even though he dodged desperately, narrowly avoiding a vital point, he was still heavily injured.

"Who?"

An Hua leaped up, forcing the shadow back, and held An Feitian.

"It hurts, aunt!"

An Feitian cried out in pain.

"The one who injured him, of course, is me."

Ling Xiao’s figure emerged in the darkness, confident in his understanding of the Mystery of the Shadow, more than anyone in the Dark Clan.

Earlier, when An Feitian broke his promise and suddenly unleashed eighty percent of his power, he knew he couldn’t possibly resist.

So at the critical moment, he used the Mysteries of Shadows’ Son of Shadow to create a mirage.

Originally, he just intended to dodge this attack.

But unexpectedly, An Feitian targeted Lin Yang instead.

Not noticing his presence, he was able to launch a sneak attack easily.

Admittedly, this An Feitian’s reaction was swift.

Ordinarily, such a sneak attack would be lethal, but this An Feitian managed to avoid the vital point, which was quite surprising.

As for injuring An Feitian, that was surely very fortunate.

One must admit, if Ling Xiao hadn’t dodged his attack, he might have met a terrible end.

"Kid, you’re courting death!"

An Hua suddenly made a move, intending to kill Ling Xiao.

But Ling Xiao was also prepared to escape.

Unexpectedly, in the Dark Clan, not having learned anything, and suffering such treatment, how could he be happy?

"Old Witch, from the start, you’ve looked down on me, and you’re spewing nonsense! The duel between me and An Feitian was your agreement, and one move each was what that kid agreed to.

Now that he’s been injured by me, he deserves it."

Since Ling Xiao decided to fall out, he wouldn’t give these people any face.

"Justifying a sneak attack now, aren’t you?"

An Hua angrily said.

"Ridiculous! On the battlefield, what’s a sneak attack? Truly naive!"

He returned the same words to those present.

Earlier, An Feitian told him the same thing, though the reasons differed, the meaning was similar.

He immediately slapped it back at them.

"Good kid, let’s see how many guts you have."

An Hua wasn’t going to waste words with Ling Xiao, a black Sky-covering Big Hand enveloped Ling Xiao, intending to kill him on the spot.

"Boom!"

The flying An Hua was sent flying back again, returning the way she came.

In front of Ling Xiao stood a person.

This person looked very much like Heiye Wuguang.

"Mountain Master!"

Ling Xiao was taken aback to see the person before him and was overjoyed.

He genuinely hadn’t expected Heiye Wuxing to appear suddenly.

"Heiye Wuxing, what is your intention?"

An Hua’s hands kept trembling, her heart greatly shocked.

Heiye Wuxing’s strength frightened her somewhat.

"Ling Xiao is my disciple, Heiye Wuxing. Who dares to harm him?"

Heiye Wuxing stood there, indifferently looking at An Hua, speaking coldly: "Anyone who dares to harm him, don’t blame me, Heiye Wuxing, for forgetting kinship!"

"Ha-ha-ha, it’s all a misunderstanding, just a misunderstanding!"

An Yexing stood up slightly, smiling, and looked at Heiye Wuxing: "The two children were just sparring, and An Hua Elder was a bit impulsive because she cared too much for Feitian."

"Spar? An Yexing, you are the Clan Leader of the Dark Clan, how can you be so shameless?

An Feitian’s cultivation is at the First Cycle of Yin-Yang Realm, Third Level Hell’s Peak!

Ling Xiao is only at the Yin-Yang Realm Second Layer, Hell Peak Cultivation.

The gap between their cultivation levels is so great, and you call that sparring?

Back when I gave up the position of Clan Leader to you, it was not for you to become so shameless."

Heiye Wuxing shouted sternly.