The martial artist of the Xuan She Demon Sect looked at Ling Jiaojiao with disdain, as if he had already seen the moment when her head would be crushed by him.
However—
An icy, sinister feeling suddenly pierced his throat.
"What?"
The martial artist of the Xuan She Demon Sect never expected that someone from the Ling Family would dare to ambush him.
This sword was silent and ghost-like, piercing his throat.
One sword!
A Tenth Cave Heaven Realm martial artist of the Xuan She Demon Sect, dead!
Although this killing was somewhat treacherous and less than honorable.
But with Ling Xiao's current strength, trying to openly kill such an expert was virtually impossible, even unleashing the Night Demon Flower wouldn't work.
Moreover, since this martial artist of the Xuan She Demon Sect could ambush Ling Jiaojiao, why couldn't he ambush this guy?
Sheathing his sword, Ling Xiao's emotions were not as stirred as expected.
