"Don’t be so fierce, you might scare the brat."

An Feiren waved his hand, putting on the air of a big boss as he looked at Ling Xiao and said, "Kid, this time we’re not really here to make trouble for you, it’s just that your attitude toward us before was really a bit impolite.

How about this, from now on you follow me and help me clean the latrines. Do a good job and I’ll reward you handsomely."

"Hahahaha."

As soon as An Feiren finished speaking, loud, crazed laughter exploded around them, obviously mocking Ling Xiao.

"You think you’re qualified?"

Ling Xiao glanced at An Feiren calmly and said, "Go back and take a piss and look at your own reflection, see if you really look better than others.

Even An Feitian got hurt by me, what the hell are you, that you dare tell me to clean your shit pit?"

He naturally wouldn’t take these few people seriously.

He dared beat up An Feitian; these few were worth less than fart.

Besides, his strength had soared now, so he had even less reason to be afraid.

Looking at these pieces of trash, Ling Xiao didn’t even need to think to know this was definitely another arrangement by An Feitian.

Including that Giant Guard, and Su Mo, and now these eight people.

An Feitian’s tricks really did come one after another.

"What did you say?"

An Feiren was stunned.

The other seven were also a bit dumbfounded.

They thought that facing the eight of them, Ling Xiao would definitely have to bow and scrape, all submissive and obedient.

They never expected Ling Xiao to be this arrogant; his attitude was way more over the top than theirs.

"I think you’re looking for death!" 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

An Feiren had always believed that Ling Xiao hurting An Feitian was just a sneak attack, plus An Feitian underestimating the enemy.

After all, that was exactly what An Hua Elder and Clan Leader An Yexing had said; it couldn’t be fake.

So he felt Ling Xiao was no match for An Feitian, and naturally couldn’t be his match either.

After all, Ling Xiao had only just been promoted up from Lower Baxian Mountain; how strong could he be?

As he spoke, his powerful aura burst out, and the Shadow Martial Soul behind him appeared. It looked a lot like Su Mo’s, though not as strong, but even more pure.

That aura rushed at Ling Xiao like a black demon, trying to teach Ling Xiao a lesson.

"Brat, originally this Young Master only planned to have you go clean the latrines, but seeing how arrogant you are, you clearly don’t put this Young Master in your eyes at all.

I’ve decided not to let you clean the latrines.

From now on you’ll sleep in the latrines, and if you dare act dumb, this Young Master will wipe you out!"

They were already far from the Inner Hall of Reward Good and Punish Evil Hall, they could be said to have reached the Dark Clan’s territory.

So An Feiren naturally wasn’t afraid of Ling Xiao.

However, that aura of his had barely rushed toward Ling Xiao before it was shattered to pieces.

"You dare fight back?"

An Feiren grew even more enraged.

He suddenly swung out a palm, bringing up a black gale, sweeping toward Ling Xiao’s head like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

The other youths all started shouting and cheering.

"With that bit of half-assed skill you dare bully me? If I don’t show you some color, you really won’t know the Horse King has three eyes!"

Ling Xiao frowned, stepped forward sharply, and without using any transformation or any Martial Skills, he casually pointed. A sword-like aura shot out from his finger, tearing through the air.

It was pure Powerful Energy, yet it condensed into Sword Qi.

"Ah~~~"

The Sword Qi shooting from his fingertip directly pierced through An Feiren’s palm, leaving a clearly visible bloody hole, making An Feiren scream on the spot from the pain.

But on Ling Xiao’s face, a trace of coldness and ridicule emerged.

"Just you, this sorry excuse for trash, think you deserve to stay in the Inner Clan? I bet you’re only here because you’re the bastard spawned by the Clan Leader’s concubine, right?"

Ling Xiao sneered.

"Th-this, how is this possible! It hurts like hell! You—you only have First-Turn Second-Layer Hell Late Stage cultivation, don’t you?"

An Feiren really found it hard to believe his palm had been pierced like this.

He was the strongest one here, yet he’d been crushed by Ling Xiao in one move; the others would be even worse.

Right now, what he was thinking about wasn’t fear, but humiliation.

The other seven here were all Inner Clan people, and they got along well with him.

He originally wanted to show off his might in front of them, using Ling Xiao as a stepping stone.

Who would’ve thought he’d be the one to get hurt first.

"Young Master Fei Ren, can you do it or not?"

"Yeah, Young Master Fei Ren, don’t joke around. Is that kid really that tough? If you feel you can’t bring yourself to hit him, why not let us do it?"

The few beside him egged him on.

That made the already about-to back off An Feiren burn even hotter with anger, almost losing his mind.

He started numbing and consoling himself, convincing himself that he had just underestimated Ling Xiao and hadn’t used his full strength, that’s all.

"Brat, you actually dare fight back! Good, very good! Today I’ll show you that the Inner Clan and the Outer Clan are not on the same level. Die!"

At this point An Feiren had gone completely crazy.

He couldn’t think of anything else now; his mind was filled entirely with rage, only thinking about beating Ling Xiao to death to defend his own face.

He brought his hands together in front of him, forming claws, and the Shadow Martial Soul behind him actually took on the form of a Fierce Tiger.

Obviously, this guy was planning to use his Martial Skills now, and his Martial Skills naturally wouldn’t be weak.

Every Disciple of Upper Eight Immortals Mountain had Jade Level High-Grade Martial Techniques; the only difference was the grade.

"Dark Beast King Fist · Tiger Swallowing Style!"

With a roar, the Fierce Tiger condensed from the shadow behind him pounced at Ling Xiao at the same time.

Within the shadows of his fist, a ferocious tiger head also appeared.

It really did look frighteningly powerful.

"A good-grade Jade Level High-Grade Martial Technique, wasted in the hands of trash like you, what a pity."

Ling Xiao looked at his opponent, utterly disdainful.

He hadn’t used Martial Soul Transformation or his Battle Body; just relying on physical strength alone, he could suppress this piece of trash.

This An Feiren was also a Reincarnation Warrior, but he’d probably broken through to the Reincarnation Realm under layers of protection from others.

His combat experience was pathetically bad.

"Whatever, I’ll toy with you a bit."

Ling Xiao had just learned this top-level Jade Level High-Grade Body Movement Technique, Wolf Travel Thousand Miles, and hadn’t yet honed it in actual combat. This time he naturally wanted to practice it.

Anyway, his opponent posed no threat to him; playing around wouldn’t cause any problems.

Wolf Travel Thousand Miles · Lone Wolf Walk!

As the Thousand Miles Wolf Body Technique activated, Ling Xiao instantly appeared behind An Feiren.

What!

The punch An Feiren had thrown with great effort smashed straight into the ground; he didn’t even touch Ling Xiao’s shadow.

He was just about to look for Ling Xiao when suddenly he felt a terrifying aura attack from behind.

He spun around in a panic and punched out.

But there was still no figure.

"Bastard, where the hell are you, stop hiding!"

An Feiren was already scared stiff; facing an opponent he couldn’t even lock onto was simply a nightmare for him.

"All right then, aren’t I right here?"

As the voice sounded, a wolf shadow suddenly appeared right in front of An Feiren.