"It's not in Zhaixing Tower, it's in Lingxiao's hands!" Qin Xianglan said coldly, her tone as if she was fully sure of her judgment.

"It's impossible to be anywhere else. Ling Xiao has been walking in a mysterious place and his strength cannot be underestimated. He may have obtained the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword." Her words were like cold sharp blades, cutting through the dull air on the wasteland.

"That's right! That happened to solve both Zhaixing Tower and Ling Xiao. I don't believe that Ming Xingjue will stay in Zhaixing Tower and not leave. As long as we find the right time, we will definitely get what we want."

When the high priest heard this, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, he nodded slightly, and had already begun to plan the next step in his heart, as if he had seen the scene where the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword was about to fall into his hands.

...

Zhaixing Tower City.

The Batian Empire welcomed an uninvited guest.

"I've seen the Master Zhaixing Tower!" Ling Xiao was wearing a black robe, with a tall figure, and looked at the woman in black in front of him calmly, bowing and saluting. His voice was neither humble nor arrogant, and echoing in this slightly empty room.

The name of the Lord Zhaixing Tower is now well-known in the Dazhen Dynasty. Her deeds of killing all over the world have long become a topic of conversation for people after dinner. Everyone knows it, but the Ming Xingjue, who once stood shoulder to shoulder with the Lord Zhaixing Tower, is now missing.

Ming Xingjue is the real terrifying existence. His strength is unfathomable, as if he can tear the world apart with his bare hands. However, just like being rejected by this world, he disappeared without a trace, just like the four mysterious women in the Lingxiao Demon Needle Space. Although they were hidden in it, they still exuded a terrifying aura.

The owner of Zhaixing Tower's eyes were like lightning, and he quickly swept over Jiang Yuyan, Xiao Lianzhu and others sitting beside him. Then, his thin lips lightly opened, his tone was plain but unquestionable: "I want to talk to him, you can retreat."

As the words fell, the room fell into a strange silence. Everyone did not get up and leave as she wished. His eyes were full of vigilance and worry, and he stared at the uninvited guest.

Seeing this scene, Ling Xiao's mouth raised slightly, a gentle smile appeared, and he comforted softly: "Do you avoid it. If this Zhaixing Tower Master really wanted to kill me, she would have done it long ago with her means. How could he wait until now? Don't worry, I have my own sense of responsibility."

His voice was calm and powerful, with a kind of reassuring magic. Hearing these words, Jiang Yuyan and others were unwilling to accept it, but they could only slowly get up and leave the room step by step and turn around, and the door slowly closed behind them.

"Please sit down!" Ling Xiao stretched out his hand, made a gesture of invitation, and signaled the master of Zhaixing to sit down.

The owner of Zhaixing Tower was not grateful, and his figure was still as tall as a pine tree. She stared at Ling Xiao, with a trace of playfulness flashing in her eyes, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she said softly: "You are quite brave. If you kill the people from Zhaixing Tower, aren't you afraid that I will kill you too?"

The voice was soft, but it seemed to have a substantial sense of oppression, like a sharp blade, reaching Ling Xiao's throat.

"If you want to kill, you will kill it long ago; if you want to kill, you can do it as long as you want. I am here, don't be polite!" Ling Xiao's face was calm and his tone was firm, but his heart was like the undercurrents under the lake, with ups and downs. He knew in his heart that the more calm he was at this moment, the less the smart Zhaixing Tower owner in front of him dared to do it easily.

This Zhaixing Tower Master is definitely not a reckless person who can make such a reputation in the Dazhen Dynasty. He must have guessed that he has something to rely on. In fact, Ling Xiao does hold the trump card, which is his confidence, so he can face it so calmly without fear.

"Forget it, I won't scare you anymore!" The owner of Zhaixing sighed lightly, with a hint of imperceptible fatigue and relief in his voice.

She raised the slender but powerful hands, and slowly took off the black robe that wrapped around her face. The black robe was like a mysterious curtain, sliding down bit by bit with her movements.

Half of the beautiful face was instantly exposed to the air, like the most beautiful flowers blooming in spring, with fair and delicate skin like snow, eyes as clear and bright as autumn water, eyebrows as distant dark, lips as cherries, and each outline is like a carefully carved work of art, exuding a suffocating charm.

However, in a strong contrast to this, the other half of the face was extremely ferocious.

The skin seemed to be burned by a raging fire and corroded by strong acid, showing a twisted and rotten flesh. There was no trace of complete skin. On the bumpy surface, there were still traces of wriggling, as if countless tiny creatures were struggling in it.

"Qianfeng!" Ling Xiao suddenly widened his eyes, his eyes full of shock and disbelief, and he couldn't help but blurt out. Even though the person in front of him had only half a perfect face, he instantly recognized her with all the past with Qianfeng and the familiarity that was deeply rooted in his bones.

Deep in his memory, Qian Feng was the famous empress in the Demon Suppression Palace. Her outstanding character and cruel methods left countless amazing legends in the Great Town Dynasty.

But Qian Feng had clearly died in that earth-shaking battle and disappeared between the vast world. Why did he appear here now?

"You have indeed seen her!" The woman shook her head slightly, with a hint of loneliness in her movements.

She sighed softly and said in a low voice: "I am not Qian Feng, but just her clone.

She hated the feelings that grew in her clone and felt that it was a sign of weakness, so she ruthlessly cut me off like throwing away a piece of worn-out clothes and leaving them outside and letting them die.

Maybe it was God's mercy, and I was lucky. When I was dying, I was rescued by the previous generation of Zhaixing Tower Master, so I was able to survive and live until now."

As she said that, a complex light flashed in her eyes, with resentment for her past experiences and gratitude for her life-savior.

"Then your face..." Ling Xiao frowned slightly, his lips moved, and he wanted to speak but stopped. He knew in his heart that this topic might be extremely sensitive and should not be mentioned easily. After all, the miserable situation of the woman in front of him was obviously a painful memory.

However, the other party was not as angry as he was worried.

The woman looked at Ling Xiao deeply, with a hint of calmness in her eyes, and then slowly spoke: "My face was caused by cultivation. At the beginning, I was eager to achieve success, trying to improve my strength in a short time to protect Zhaixing Tower.

In a practice of trying to break through the limit, I accidentally got into a devil and lost control of my power, and then I became what I am now. But there is nothing I can do. If my strength cannot be improved quickly, Zhaixing Tower will be destroyed by those forces that are eyeing me."
Chapter completed!