Dao Ling's eyes shimmered with a chilling light, utterly intimidating. Wang Ling had stolen his Blue Crystal, leaving him on the brink of death—and now报应 (retribution) had come swiftly.
Killing intent filled the air!
Upon hearing the legend of the "Sleep God," Wang Qian covered her lips with a jade-like hand and sneered. "So you're the Sleep God? Interesting... truly interesting!"
She never expected this infamous waste to put on airs. "You think you can play tough? I won't let you die easily. Offending me always ends painfully."
Dao Ling shot her a glance, his eyes flaring with coldness, his inner杀气 intensifying.
"Sleep God, what treasure did you sell? Hand it over," Wang Li demanded, greed flaring. A waste with treasure? It would soon be his.
Wang Qian's heart also raced. She knew Chen Fu—any treasure that moved him must be extraordinary. Dao Ling must be wealthy, and she regretted summoning Wang Li.
"You're just like your brother. Do you really think you can take me down?" Dao Ling抿了抿嘴唇 (pursed his lips), eyeing the trio. Except for the guard, the other two were weak.
Wang Li's gaze turned cold. How dare a waste speak to him like that? "You're courting death, ignorant fool."
"Kill him! Kill this little bastard!" Wang Qian shrieked, unable to bear his defiance. "Let's see how long he can pretend."
"Killing him would dirty my hands." Wang Li冷笑 (chuckled), hoisting a silver longbow. He nocked an arrow, pulling the string to a full moon. With a twang, the silver arrow shot for Dao Ling's head.
A terrifying aura locked onto Dao Ling, imposing immense pressure. A weaker body couldn't evade—and at the bow's peak, killing intent alone could slay!
The arrow whistled through the air, its moan hauntingly fast.
Dao Ling moved. His foot stomped, cracking the earth as divine power surged through him, blood qi boiling.
In Wang Li's incredulous gaze, Dao Ling reached out to grab the arrow.
"Haha! Is he mad? Trying to catch my arrow? He's asking for a broken arm!" Wang Li laughed—no one could withstand the arrow's impact without 10,000 catties of strength.
The black-clothed youth behind Wang Li nodded. "Young master's arrow—" His words died as he gaped: Dao Ling had caught the silver arrow!
Clutching the arrow, Dao Ling landed, cold eyes on Wang Li. "You die."
Whoosh! Divine power surged through him, channeling into his palm. He hurled the arrow back.
The air split as the silver arrow streaked forth. Wang Li's face contorted in horror. He tried to flee, but his legs felt rooted in mud, locked by a mountainous pressure.
In Wang Qian's惊骇 (horrified) view, the arrow pierced Wang Li's forehead. His body was pinned mid-air, blood spraying.
Wang Li's eyes held only terror. *This waste... the Sleep God... how?*
Wang Qian turned pale. He'd killed Wang Li—Wang Ling's brother! Even if she killed Dao Ling now, she couldn't escape punishment.
Trembling, she raged inwardly: *Damn it! You said he was a waste!*
The black-clothed youth clenched his fists, roaring: "You little bastard! You're dead! Endless pursuit awaits!"
"Threatening me?" Dao Ling冷哼 (snorted), his aura暴涨 (soaring) like a waking beast, ferocious energy radiating.
"Damn you! Die!" The youth charged, aura boiling as he threw a punch.
"Break!" Dao Ling roared, blood qi surging. His fist shattered the energy attack.
Like an eagle spreading wings, he lunged, divine power tearing through the air.
"His physique is terrifying!" The youth was震惊 (shocked). How could a 14-year-old match his strength?
"Kill him! Kill him now!" Wang Qian shrieked, venomous. Only his death could save her from Wang Ling's wrath.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The two figures blurred, speed creating afterimages as air exploded, forming a vacuum.
Dao Ling fought faster, shifting from ape-like agility to serpentine grace, his essence and blood growing hotter, oppressive heat radiating.
The youth's face fell. Dao Ling's aura was not only fierce but scorching, drying his flesh.
"You're good, kid, but you can't kill me," the youth sneered, suddenly unleashing a murderous fist intent, enough to shatter a hill.
"Rock-Shattering Fist!" He roared, aiming for Dao Ling's head.
"Boring. You're pulling out your trump card already?" Dao Ling frowned. He'd hoped to test his body more.
The youth nearly vomited in rage. "Insult me at death's door? You're找死 (courting death)! Break!"
His fist descended like a boulder, air exploding—a powerful martial art.
"Split!" The youth's阴冷 (sinister) gaze envisioned Dao Ling's head shattering.
Dao Ling's fist clenched, radiating invincible might. He swung to meet the blow.
Bang! A thunderous crash echoed. Dao Ling's punch smashed through, breaking the youth's arm and slamming into his chest. The youth flew back, gasping on the ground as his chest cracked, life fading.
"Ahhh!" Wang Qian screamed, falling to her knees at the sight of the youth's corpse. "Spare me! Please! I'll do anything!"
"Spare me your disgust." Dao Ling's voice was cold. "You brought this on yourselves. Those who seek to kill must be prepared to die."
Dao Ling felt a chill. He must be cautious in future trades—summoning a Rhyme Spirit realm expert could crush him.
Taking a deep breath, he bellowed: "Wang Ling! Wang Ya! Wait for me! I will not forgive you!"
Wang Ling was already in Rhyme Spirit realm—Dao Ling knew the gap was too great for revenge now.
He stuffed the bodies into a sack, then punched the surrounding forest幻象 (illusion). The landscape扭曲 (distorted) as he smashed through the formation, taking hours. *I must grow stronger faster. My strength is too weak.*
Dumping the bodies in a trash heap, he returned home as dusk fell.
Gazing at the basket of ores, he wondered where his lame father found them. Could he locate high-grade ores?
"No matter. I'll ask when he returns, probably in a few days."
Sitting cross-legged, Dao Ling uncorked the 4th-grade Foundation Establishment Liquid. A fragrant aroma wafted out.
Clenching his fist, he drank it down.
Powerful medicinal energy flooded his body, essence and blood surging.
His body burned like a furnace as he沉入修炼 (sank into cultivation).