122: Chapter 122 If you oppose me, you deserve to die.

Hun Tiandi gently shook his head, looking calmly at Tang Junyao.

He spoke indifferently, "Other matters can be set aside, but as for this business with Ling Yuan, there is no room for negotiation."

"Forgive me, but I am unable to help."

As his words fell, his green robes fluttered in the wind. Hun Tiandi put away the abi sword, manifested a jade bottle with a flip of his hand, and took a few leisurely sips of spirit wine.

The sword aura around his body gradually dissipated, and tiny, sharp glimmers of sword light appeared and vanished like stars in the night sky.

The several red-robed youths behind them were greatly alarmed upon hearing this.

Coldness appeared on their faces; they could not believe that the youth in green robes before them was so unappreciative of favors.

Senior Sister Jun Yao had advised him kindly, giving him more than enough face.

Yet who could have imagined that he would be so ungrateful, refusing flatly? It was extremely rude and far too overbearing.

Did he really think he was a Dou Di?

Tang Junyao raised her delicate eyebrows, parted her fiery red lips, and said softly, "Little Sir, by doing this, are you determined to make things difficult for me?"

"Fairy Junyao, this youth is a bandit, a rogue cultivator with no sect or home. This time, he slaughtered my junior brothers for no reason, just to seize the cultivation methods and Dou Technique heritage of Starfall Pavilion on me..."

Suddenly, Ling Yuan shouted loudly, twisting the truth and turning black into white.

Tang Junyao's fair, jade-like face changed slightly, a flash of surprise passing through her eyes, before she immediately returned to normal.

She revealed a gentle smile and said with an implied meaning, "I did not expect that you were a rogue cultivator, Little Sir. Jun Yao failed to recognize you, so please do not take offense."

Tang Junyao did not completely believe Ling Yuan's words. Was he truly a rogue cultivator without a sect or home, with no power backing him?

She glanced lightly at Ling Yuan and snorted coldly in her heart, "He's practically beaten to death, yet his mouth remains the toughest part of his entire body."

She then looked at Hun Tiandi and asked, "I wonder if this matter is truly as Ling Yuan says? Are you after the heritage of Starfall Pavilion..."

"A bandit?"

Hun Tiandi sneered coldly, his frigid gaze landing on Ling Yuan as he spoke, "Who gave you the gall to frame me in my presence?"

Tang Junyao heard this and also looked at Ling Yuan.

Hun Tiandi remained as still as a mountain. Suddenly, he brought his fingers together to form a sword, and a bloody sword aura erupted, sharp and piercing. He swung the chilling sword aura out.

"Ah..."

Ling Yuan screamed in agony. The flesh on his legs was completely sliced away, revealing stark white bones that glistened with a grayish-white luster under the sunlight.

"You still dare to spread rumors and twist the truth..."

Hun Tiandi said coldly.

"I... I dare not anymore... It was I who coveted his exquisite movement Dou Technique. In my greed, I forced you to hand over the movement technique, intending to... intercept and kill you afterward."

Ling Yuan's handsome face twisted together like soft candy.

He was in extreme pain now, cold sweat streaming down like a river, as he confessed the cause and effect amidst his wails.

At this moment, Tang Junyao's pretty face turned livid and ugly. This Ling Yuan was so brainless; he had tried to act like a thug, only to be crushed in return...

He had been completely wiped out by the other party. He had schemes but no strength; he was truly speechless, such a piece of trash.

If it weren't for the fact that Burning Flame Valley and Starfall Pavilion had a deep friendship, Tang Junyao would not have intervened no matter what.

Ling Yuan wanting to seize a movement Dou Technique was something that often happened in the dark world. If you succeeded, your dreams could come true, but if you failed...

At this moment, Ling Yuan's life was in Hun Tiandi's hands.

Suffering such torture, Tang Junyao felt unwilling and angry, but it was not appropriate to flare up.

Ling Yuan's reckless action truly resulted in a double loss. It didn't take much imagination to realize that for a youth to travel alone through dangerous mountain ranges, he must have someone protecting him behind the scenes.

If it hadn't been a struggle between juniors, he would have been wiped out countless times already.

"Fairy Junyao, have you heard clearly? The cause and consequence of this matter are that Ling Yuan was greedy and wanted to kill me; he brought this upon himself."

"Plotting to steal my movement Dou Technique is unforgivable."

"However, man proposes, God disposes. If not for my decent strength, I would likely have already become meat on the chopping block."

"At that time, would Fairy Junyao also have been willing to take the lead in saving my life?"

Hun Tiandi questioned.

"This..." Faced with Hun Tiandi's aggressive questioning, Tang Junyao's face turned completely dark, not knowing how to respond.

"Now, do you think I will spare his life?"

Hun Tiandi's expression was calm, his words sharp and pearls of truth.

For a moment, Tang Junyao fell silent upon hearing this and stepped over to Ling Yuan's side.

Her beautiful eyes looked coldly at Ling Yuan, her face frosted as she said, "As the second-generation head senior brother of Starfall Pavilion, are you lacking in movement Dou Techniques?"

"Why did you take such a risk to do something so despicable?"

Hearing Tang Junyao's questioning, a trace of resentment appeared in the depths of Ling Yuan's eyes. He snorted coldly in his heart, "Bitch, don't let me survive this, otherwise..."

"Actually, it was the head senior brother of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, Jian Wuchen, who made a deal with me, asking me to secretly suppress and kill him, with all the cultivation methods and Dou Techniques on his body going to me."

"Yes, it was also my own greed. I beg Fairy Junyao to save my life. I am willing to use the cultivation methods and Dou Techniques on me to compensate the Little Sir, only asking that he spare my life."

Ling Yuan shook his head, a look of confusion appearing in his eyes as he stated the backstory.

However, the angry Tang Junyao did not notice the abnormality in Ling Yuan's eyes.

However, it did not escape Hun Tiandi's excellent soul perception. Upon hearing this, his eyes filled with killing intent, a flash of red light passing through them. His heart stirred, and he secretly pondered.

From Ling Yuan's expression and reaction, it did not seem fake.

"Jian Wuchen, you were the one who made the first move. Our grudge starts from here..."

Hun Tiandi's heart was filled with towering rage, and the aura on his body became increasingly icy.

"Swish..."

"Jun Yao, is that you here?" Suddenly, a joyful voice came from afar. A youth tapped his toes on the bluestone, and his figure instantly shot out.

Like an explosive step, he crossed tens of meters, rapidly approaching Tang Junyao.

"Why are you here?" A look of impatience appeared in Tang Junyao's beautiful eyes, though it seemed to also flow with other emotions.

"The body of the Crown Prince of Tianxuan was divided up by the factions in this operation. I obtained the left arm, and Jian Wuchen obtained the head..."

The youth looked at Tang Junyao, seemingly very happy, without the slightest concealment.

Like beans pouring out of a bamboo tube, it flowed directly from his mouth.

Tang Junyao nodded slightly.

Previously, she had also sent people to capture the red-robed eunuch, but unfortunately, it was unsuccessful; he chose to self-destruct, leaving no corpse behind.

Afterwards, she chased westward for a while, but Tang Junyao chose to give up and left with her people.

Halfway, she encountered this troublesome business with Ling Yuan.

"Eh, how did Ling Yuan get injured like this? Who dared to do this?"

Suddenly, the youth saw Ling Yuan lying on the ground, his lower legs without a shred of flesh, nothing but stark white bones.

Tang Junyao heard this and looked at Hun Tiandi.

"You severely injured Ling Yuan..." A coldness appeared in the youth's eyes. Although it was a question, it carried an unquestionable tone.

"Who are you?" Hun Tiandi asked, puzzled.

"Are you qualified to know my background? Hmph, for Jun Yao's sake, I will tell you!"

"I am the Heir of the Xiao Family, Xiao Tian."

The youth Xiao Tian had a high-and-mighty expression, looking at Hun Tiandi with contempt.

"Xiao Family?" Hun Tiandi frowned slightly, exclaiming in his heart.

What was going on today? It was as if his enemies had made an appointment to all appear before him.

"Little Sir, could you listen to one word from Jun Yao? Now that the cause and consequence are clear, can you spare Ling Yuan's life?"

"Although he did something wrong, he is willing to compensate."

Tang Junyao collected herself and spoke indifferently.

"Hahaha!"

Suddenly, Hun Tiandi burst into wild laughter, his voice like thunder, spreading outward across the mountain peak.