Yun Qianlang panicked.
Ling Fan's gaze was too cold, like a celestial dragon observing an ant, and a dragon would show no mercy to an ant.
At this moment, he had no doubt that Ling Fan would truly kill him.
He could clearly feel the arrogant disdain for life emanating from the youth.
What kind of monster was this?
Under Yun Qianlang's terrified and desperate gaze, Ling Fan slowly raised a finger.
A terrifying bolt of lightning gathered above the Mu Wang Ding, like a lightning serpent flicking its tongue, aiming its fangs at him.
"Don't..."
"I, I have a lot of gold and silver treasures, I have many beautiful women, my power is immense, I am second to none in Yunmeng City. I can give you all of this if you want it, as long as you spare me, I..."
Yun Qianlang only regretted not having an extra tongue, speaking as fast as he could with all his might.
However, the next moment, his expression froze, the fear and despair in his pupils magnified infinitely. A bolt of lightning descended from the Mu Wang Ding, piercing a bloody hole through his forehead.
"How dare you kill me!"
Yunmeng City's Deputy City Lord, a powerful cultivator in the middle stage of the Xuan Gang realm, was dead.
"Ah!"
A scream of utter horror erupted.
Ling Fan followed the sound and saw Yun Rui crawling outside with his broken body, using his hands and feet.
Ling Fan raised an eyebrow.
He hadn't expected Yun Rui, the arrogant young lord of Yunmeng City, to possess such a strong will to survive.
Just thinking of Yun Rui's previous arrogance and superiority, and then seeing him wriggling on the ground like a maggot, the contrast was so stark and laughable.
"I said, those who take my things will pay a price."
Ling Fan said softly, as if talking to himself.
He, the dignified Qingyun Emperor, viewed even the holy lands and heavenly sects of the Ten Great Heavenly Realms as mere chickens and dogs.
Let alone a small city in a lower realm.
How dare they act so presumptuously before him.
Yun Rui trembled with fear and crawled faster.
It was a pity that as soon as he extended half of his palm outside the door, a terrifying bolt of lightning struck...
...
When the people of Yunmeng City arrived.
The luxurious Room Number One, which had been the epitome of extravagance, was now in ruins.
Two charred and cold corpses lay on the ground.
Yun Rui, the young lord of Yunmeng City and a genius in the middle stage of the Qi Refining realm, was dead.
Yun Qianlang, the deputy city lord of Yunmeng City and a powerful cultivator in the middle stage of the Xuan Gang realm, had also become a cold corpse.
Zheng Bilie and the others who arrived couldn't help but their pupils contracted sharply, and immense waves surged in their hearts.
Yun Rui was one thing.
But Yun Qianlang was a top expert. Who could have killed him in such a short time?
This was truly terrifying.
Zheng Bilie, Zheng Bicheng, and Jin Wudao felt a chill run down their spines.
"Where is the Mu Wang Ding!"
Zheng Bilie suddenly thought of something and shouted with wide eyes.
Everyone immediately began searching the vast room.
But there was no trace of the Mu Wang Ding anywhere.
Zheng Bilie stared blankly at the air, his body staggering.
"Ah! Damn it, who was it!"
He suddenly let out a beast-like roar.
The young lord was dead, the deputy city lord was dead, and even the Mu Wang Ding, a powerful spirit weapon capable of trấn giữ the city, was gone. This trip to Jiangnan City had resulted in an immeasurable loss for Yunmeng City.
Thinking of this, the other people from Yunmeng City were disheartened and dejected.
Just then, someone suddenly widened their eyes and exclaimed, staring at the wall, "Look quickly!"
Upon hearing this, everyone quickly looked and saw several bloody characters clearly imprinted on the wall.
The killer.
Ling Qingyun!
The moment they saw these words, everyone felt a chill rise from the base of their spine to the crown of their head.
Who was Ling Qingyun?
Everyone had never heard this name before.
But it didn't stop everyone from developing immense fear towards this name.
To be able to kill a martial master in the middle stage of the Xuan Gang realm with such swiftness and audacity to leave their name.
How arrogant was this Ling Qingyun!
How powerful.
He was likely at least a peak expert in the late stage of the Xuan Gang realm.
And thinking that such a powerful figure was within Jiangnan City, and that they had an irreconcilable enmity with him, the people of Yunmeng City felt their backs grow cold.
Even Yun Qianlang was no match, if this mysterious expert wanted to deal with them, wouldn't it be as simple as killing chickens and slaughtering dogs?
"His surname is Ling... could it be related to that Ling Yun!"
Suddenly, someone hesitantly guessed.
As soon as this person spoke, everyone's minds flashed with lightning, and the more they thought about it, the more logical it seemed.
"Do you remember, that Ling Yun threatened us at the end, saying that no one could take his things without paying a price... and this Ling Qingyun also has the surname Ling, could he be in league with that Ling Yun!"
As soon as this sentence fell, everyone fell silent.
Especially Zheng Bilie, whose face turned extremely grim.
He vaguely regretted and felt a sense of lingering fear.
If he had known that such a thing would happen, he should have just given the Mu Wang Ding to that Ling Yun earlier. Now, they had lost both the wife and the soldiers!
However, there was no turning back now. The priority was to return to Yunmeng City immediately, report this matter to the City Lord, and then discuss a countermeasure.
"We will return to Yunmeng City tonight!"
Zheng Bilie said decisively.
"What?"
Many of the experts from Yunmeng City widened their eyes upon hearing this.
"We're just leaving like this, shouldn't we go and seek revenge from that Ling Fan!"
"If you want to die, go ahead. No one is stopping you."
Zheng Bilie said coldly. The person immediately deflated like a frost-bitten eggplant, shrinking back and not daring to speak again.
Soon, Zheng Bilie led the people of Yunmeng City in a hasty retreat.
When they arrived, they were so high-spirited and made such an impressive display. But when they left, they did so in such a pathetic manner, leaving quietly.
After all the people from Yunmeng City had left, the owner of Tianxiang Tower finally appeared.
He walked into Room Number One, saw the residual bloodstains, charred marks on the ground, and the deeply etched characters on the wall, and was left in stunned silence for a long time.
Coupled with the memory of the plain-clothed youth who had sat with him for half the night, his shock only deepened.
Although this guess was incredibly astonishing and almost unbelievable, his intuition told him...
This Ling Qingyun was very likely Ling Yun himself.
At the very least, he was the backing behind Ling Fan.
"Indeed, life is unpredictable. Who would have thought that the useless son-in-law of the Lan family was actually a dragon stirring up trouble!"
"The people of Yunmeng City have truly hit a wall this time."
Soon, the shocking news that Yun Qianlang, the deputy city lord of Yunmeng City, and Yun Rui, the young lord, had died in Tianxiang Tower, and that the Mu Wang Ding had also been taken, spread throughout Jiangnan City.
For a time, the entire city was in shock!