121: Chapter 121 Turning Black into White, Prince Xiao Tian

"Ah..." A shrill scream from Ling Yuan echoed across the mountain peak as Hun Tiandi and his group rained blows upon the man beneath their feet.

Outnumbered and gradually losing ground, Ling Yuan was being completely crushed, while wisps of dust and smoke rose from the mountaintop, filling the surrounding air.

The Starfall Pavilion disciples, whose souls had been slashed by the Crimson Sword, clutched their heads and wailed in agony, their heads feeling as if they were splitting apart.

It was impossible to see clearly what had become of their Senior Brother, Ling Yuan, amidst the smoke and dust.

Ling Yuan's screams continued to ring in their ears, as if he were being ravaged, until the dust finally dissipated, revealing him lying limp on the ground.

"Senior Brother..." the Starfall Pavilion disciples exclaimed in shock at the sight before them: a figure covered in blood, with broken limbs and a collapsed chest, his weak breathing the only sign that he was still alive.

Ling Yuan felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness flood his body, and as he looked up at the handsome youth gazing down at him, his eyes were filled with terror.

He knew that if he did not receive treatment soon, he would lose any chance of survival and would be left at the mercy of his attacker.

Hun Tiandi had held back, not endangering his life, though the physical suffering was unavoidable.

"You... you cannot kill me... I don't want the Dou Technique or the movement art anymore. If you kill me, the Starfall Pavilion will not let you go."

Ling Yuan struggled beneath Hun Tiandi's feet, his eyes filled with fear.

He shouted loudly, his whole body trembling; in his eyes, Hun Tiandi was now like a demon from the underworld—cruel, ruthless, and decisive.

This harmless-looking youth in green robes was truly terrifying in his combat prowess and decisiveness in killing.

Hun Tiandi reached out into the air, and a streak of blood-colored sword light shot forth, landing in his hand.

Ling Yuan had no strength to resist, his limbs broken as he lay limp on the ground; from the moment Hun Tiandi and Ling Yuan had begun to fight, he had unleashed a series of techniques.

Each one was unleashed with incredible speed—a speed that was simply inconceivable.

For a moment, the victor stood proudly atop the entire mountain peak.

At some point, the Starfall Pavilion disciples had fallen completely silent, as if the world had plunged into a deathly stillness in an instant.

It was too ferocious! He had actually defeated Ling Yuan in an instant.

That was the second-generation Senior Brother of the Starfall Pavilion, possessing remarkable talent and astonishing strength, heavily cultivated by the Pavilion Master.

Yet, he had been beaten so straightforwardly by a mysterious youth.

Such methods shocked everyone present.

The Starfall Pavilion disciples could not help but feel a bone-chilling cold in their hearts as they looked at Hun Tiandi standing on the mountain peak, even though he had not said a word.

A supreme, ferocious aura naturally emanated from his body.

"Starfall Pavilion..." Hun Tiandi chuckled coldly upon hearing this, a cold glint flashing in his eyes with a faint trace of killing intent; sooner or later, he would slaughter his way to the Starfall Pavilion.

By then, it remained to be seen who would not let whom go.

At this moment, Ling Yuan, as the second-generation Senior Brother of the Starfall Pavilion, had no backbone left to speak of.

Seeing this scene was truly laughable and lamentable.

Ling Yuan looked at him as he frowned, thinking that Hun Tiandi was hesitant.

His face immediately lit up with joy, and he shouted loudly: "If you are sensible, let me go early. Otherwise, once I die and the Starfall Pavilion finds out, let alone you, even the family behind you will suffer a disaster of extinction."

"By then, you, your parents, and your kin will all die."

Hahaha! Upon hearing this, Hun Tiandi laughed loudly and said in a deep voice: "If that is the case, then you deserve to die even more."

As the voice rang out, the cold tone fell upon the ears of Ling Yuan and his fellow disciples like a bolt of lightning from the blue.

"Senior Brother, stop provoking him; this handsome youth is a madman..." the fellow disciples prayed in their hearts.

Hun Tiandi stomped one foot, and surging energy, like a violent storm, immediately sent the severely injured Ling Yuan flying.

He flew into the air and crashed heavily to the ground, the intense pain causing him to roll his eyes back.

The rebounding force from his body made his vision go black, and blood gushed from his mouth.

A moment ago, he had still been nursing a lucky mentality, thinking that Hun Tiandi was wary of the forces behind him and dared not kill him, and he had immediately become overbearing.

However, the next moment, he saw Hun Tiandi's killing intent surge, almost driving him to his death.

"You..." Ling Yuan was flustered, fear appearing in his eyes; he wanted to say something more? But meeting that cold gaze, his blood seemed to freeze in his veins.

Hun Tiandi hardened his heart; if he did not kill these people before him, failing to cut the weeds and dig up the roots would sooner or later lead to a backlash against himself.

Therefore, they must die.

As for the consequences afterwards, Hun Tiandi could not care less...

"Stop." Just as Hun Tiandi swung his sword, a delicate voice suddenly came from afar. He frowned slightly, and the force in his hand slackened just a little.

After a moment of hesitation, he waved his large sleeve, and the Blood God Child transformed into a streak of blood-red light and disappeared from the spot.

Ling Yuan gasped, as if seeing a savior, having crawled back from the gates of hell.

On the mountaintop, the wind howled and lingering clouds obscured the sky. Hearing a sound from the distance, Hun Tiandi could not help but turn his head to look.

Swish... Swish... Several hundred zhang away, a woman wearing a veil and a light red dress appeared. Her neck was slender and fair, her black hair like ink, tied into a bun, with a few stray strands hanging by her temples.

Her eyes were like black stones in a clear spring, her lips seemed to hold a smile, and she wore a pair of fire jade bracelets on her fair wrists.

Her whole being exuded a gentle and elegant temperament, truly like a fairy from a painting descending into the mortal world.

With ice-like skin and jade bones, her slender waist like a willow, she also exuded a touch of coldness.

She was not one bit inferior to Hao Meili, and due to the difference in age, this woman's temperament was even more beautiful.

Hun Tiandi praised her in his heart, but his pitch-black eyes remained clear and unmoved.

"Fairy Junyao, save me." Less than a few zhang away, just as Hun Tiandi was silently marveling, Ling Yuan looked at the newcomer and roared hoarsely, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.

"Ling Yuan is the second-generation Senior Brother of the Starfall Pavilion and has always been a person who does not make enemies with others."

"I wonder, what has he done to make you, young sir, so furious that you must kill him?"

Hearing Ling Yuan's plea for help, Tang Junyao swept her beautiful eyes around, her lovely brows knitting slightly; the disciples of Ling Yuan were looking at Hun Tiandi with eyes filled with fear.

She lifted her chin, looking at Hun Tiandi with confusion, her red lips parting slightly, her voice crisp like a jade plate, yet carrying a faint trace of majesty.

Hearing this, Hun Tiandi's handsome face remained indifferent and unmoved.

With a cold gaze, he stared at Tang Junyao and asked instead of answering: "Who are you? If you have come for Ling Yuan, I am afraid you will be disappointed, Fairy."

"Today, even if a Dou Saint were to descend, he would not escape death."

Tang Junyao saw that Hun Tiandi had retorted with such an arrogant attitude.

She did not show a hint of anger, but smiled slightly and said: "Tang Junyao, daughter of the current Valley Master of Burning Flame Valley, Tang Huo'er."

After revealing her background, she saw that Hun Tiandi remained expressionless, with no intention of speaking.

He thought strangely in his heart: "Burning Flame Valley? My second enemy in the Central Plains; fate really plays tricks on people."

Previously, Hun Tiandi had been hunted by elders of the Burning Flame Valley and had used the tian quan sword talisman to explode and kill many experts from various factions.

Today, this Fairy Tang Junyao before him actually came from the Burning Flame Valley; what a small world, indeed.

A flash of surprise crossed Tang Junyao's beautiful eyes; every young talent who had met her had always wanted to be on good terms with her.

But this youth in green robes, with his pitch-black eyes like stars in the endless void, was deep and profound.

She said softly: "I would not normally wish to interfere in your affairs, Sir."

"However, Ling Yuan is a member of the Starfall Pavilion, and my Burning Flame Valley has always had a good relationship with them. I wonder, young sir, if you could grant Jun Yao a little face."

"Let this matter rest for now. If you need help in the future, Jun Yao will remember today's favor and will never refuse."