115: Feng Yixue cries for help

Early the next morning.

The Heaven Ranking was updated.

Ling Xian's rank reached 163rd!

The name of Mr. Ling of Donghai had truly made a mark in the Martial Arts World.

Especially in the Southern Border region; Shangguan He was a long-established Master, yet the Heaven Ranking information showed that he had been insta-killed.

That's right, an insta-kill!

This news spread throughout the entire Martial Arts World.

Some restless individuals and factions went into hiding one after another.

After the Flying Fox Sect was ransacked, Grandmaster Zhao Qingfeng fell, and Shangguan He was insta-killed, Jiangnan instantly fell silent.

Donghai was even regarded as a forbidden land by some martial artists, simply because it was the territory of the King of the East Sea, Mr. Ling.

The entire Donghai was as solid as a rock, more so than ever before.

On Qianji Net, the official designated forum of the Qianji Pavilion.

The pinned post, "A Rising Genius, Slaying Masters in Succession! The King of the East Sea? A Joke or a Monster?" made almost the entire younger generation feel suffocated.

Ling Xian held his phone, looking at the blurred satellite image on it; amidst the whistling wind of a punch, five beastly shadows seemed to roar out, their momentum so great that it made Shangguan He look as small as an ant.

His own figure was even more blurred, shrouded by the phantom images of the five beasts.

"Has the Qianji Pavilion collaborated with the authorities?" Ling Xian frowned slightly, also somewhat surprised.

He discovered that the Qianji Pavilion was not as simple as it appeared on the surface and could no longer be treated as a common hidden power.

In Ling Xian's mind, the Qianji Pavilion had already risen to the same level as the Martial Arts Association and the Dragon Group.

Inside the Dragon Group headquarters in the Imperial Capital.

A pair of eyes, majestic as a tiger's, slowly opened.

Gazing at the gloomy sky, the entire sky above seemed to shake involuntarily.

"Are these things becoming impossible to suppress?"

The voice was old and powerful, like the roar of a dragon or a tiger, echoing in the silent forest.

The owner of those eyes and the aged voice was an old man.

He was none other than the founder of the Dragon Group, the Spear Saint!

Not far away, the Immortal Elder's body trembled as he slightly raised his head to gaze at the sky.

A young girl beside him put down the wooden sword in her hand and then sent a message on her phone.

Shortly after, the phone vibrated slightly; the girl stared at it for a long time before turning and leaving.

The surrounding bamboo forest swayed and twisted, only returning to its original state once the girl had completely left.

"Notify Xuanyuan Lu that a great era is coming!"

It was unclear who these words were meant for; they seemed like a self-muttering, yet also like an announcement to the world.

The Immortal Elder was indeed the Sword Immortal of the Dragon Kingdom, and the girl was his disciple.

Meanwhile, in the Abyss of Ten Thousand Races, a forbidden land of the Dragon Kingdom, a middle-aged man with a long saber on his back was stuffing candy into his mouth, looking at the soaring black mist thoughtfully.

"What's meant to come has finally arrived. Those old fellows almost all have disciples now; it seems I should also take on a successor."

The middle-aged man murmured to himself, seemingly afraid of losing his legacy.

This middle-aged man was none other than the legendary Blade Demon.

In a secret room on Heavenly Snow Mountain.

The White-haired Man, Xue Yao, sat cross-legged, quietly observing the progress of a chess game, completely oblivious to the changes on the Blue Planet.

"Hiss~ Lost again?" While feeling extremely annoyed, Xue Yao looked up and said to the old man in front of him, Old Master Ling, Grandfather Ling Tianwu.

"You don't even know how to go easy on me."

"Hehe..." Grandfather Ling Tianwu chuckled. "Can't help it, my strength doesn't allow it!"

Grandfather Ling Tianwu's laughter was particularly annoying, but Xue Yao gritted his teeth and ultimately didn't strike then and there.

"Alright, I have no choice either; my grandson's birthday is coming up soon," Grandfather Ling Tianwu said helplessly. "I have to put in some effort to get my hands on your precious 'Silent Snowfall'."

Silent Snowfall was a precious bow-type treasure, snow-white all over and radiating a piercing cold.

Its core was a piece of Ten-Thousand-Year Profound Ice that never melted.

A single arrow could freeze a thousand miles!

"Well now, you little rascal, I was wondering why you were so eager to play chess; turns out you had it all planned out." A hint of a smile appeared on Xue Yao's eternally unchanging face.

"Haha, no problem. No need to compete; just consider it a gift from this handsome man to the little fellow." Xue Yao was very generous and straightforward.

In reality, it was to get Grandfather Ling Tianwu to leave so he could carefully study the chessboard.

He didn't believe that if he studied for a few more years, he still wouldn't be able to beat Grandfather Ling Tianwu... That night, Ling Xian was briefly arranging his plans for Jiangnan and Donghai.

A message suddenly arrived on his phone.

[Help!]

Four concise words, accompanied by the sender's name, Feng Yixue.

Ling Xian's mind jolted, knowing that something was wrong.

[Where are you?]

However, several minutes passed without a reply.

"illusion dream, retrieve Feng Yixue's location!"

[Ding! Consuming 500 villain points, retrieving location...]

At this moment, the moonlight was like water, drenching Jiangnan.

Feng Yixue was curled up, her face pale and lips purple; her terror hadn't subsided as she sat in the car, shivering.

The driver was a Third-Rank Martial Artist and a confidant of Father Feng.

Feng Yixue never expected that her father's inheritance would involve so many complications.

Finally calming her emotions, a strange sorrow rose in Feng Yixue's heart. "Dad, it seems your death wasn't simple."

Don't blame your daughter for being unfilial; the involvement is just too great, and I am powerless!

It wasn't that she hadn't thought about asking Ling Xian for help, but she simply didn't want him to get involved.

She was afraid of harming him!

This could be considered her love and protection for Ling Xian.

With her father's precedent, Feng Yixue didn't want to lose any more loved ones.

Just as Feng Yixue was immersed in her grief, a dark shadow suddenly flashed by, and the driver jerked the steering wheel to avoid it.

Boom!

Two tire tracks were particularly conspicuous under the moonlight; at that moment, Feng Yixue still couldn't help but send a distress message to Ling Xian.

The car creaked and groaned, coming to a halt across the road.

The driver was dripping with cold sweat, the dark shadow from just now flashing through his mind, leaving him with lingering fear.

He was a Third-Rank Martial Artist, yet he couldn't see the shadow clearly.

Was that shadow a person or a ghost?

"Mi... Miss..." the driver stammered, trying to speak.

Before he could finish, there was a loud bang as the front windshield shattered, countless glass shards flying and glinting in the moonlight.

Feng Yixue's breath hitched, and the sense of crisis in her heart surged.

Immediately, a flash of blood appeared before her eyes; without a word, she got out of the car, with the driver following closely behind.

Leaving the car behind to be instantly enveloped and soaked in blood.

"Who's there?" the driver shouted alertly, his body tense as if facing a great enemy.

In the next moment, a head rolled off; the driver widened his eyes, looking at his own body in disbelief.

In the silence of the night, everything around felt more eerie and terrifying than ever before.

Feng Yixue's heart pounded wildly, as if waiting for death to descend at any moment.

She closed her eyes tightly, waiting for death, when a magnetic voice rang in her ears.

"Oh, such fresh blood." The voice spoke in a Western language, sounding unfamiliar and mysterious.

"Overseas Ability Users?" Feng Yixue's pupils shrank.

She had been by Ling Xian's side for some time and knew a thing or two about martial artists and the Ability Users.

How was this possible?

How could these overseas Ability Users appear in the Dragon Kingdom?

How did they dare?

Feng Yixue had countless questions in her mind, which were shattered by the words that followed.

"NO! NO! NO! We are not lowly Ability Users, but noble Bloodkin—or perhaps you can use the classic term, Vampire, to address us."