Yi Lingling ignored the prying eyes of the experts and strolled over to the Marquis of Swords' residence.
There were many experts hiding in the surroundings, and almost all of them were ninth-level emperor realm experts.
She spotted the Marquis of Swords waiting outside the entrance.
He was known as the number one sword cultivator in the world.
However, Yi Lingling was a little disappointed.
To others, he was indeed very powerful. To her though, he was nothing special. Looking into the residence, she saw a young man standing behind the Marquis of Swords.
The son of the Marquis of Swords, Wan Jie!
Yi Lingling's expression was cold.
"Since you're here, let's fight," The Marquis of Swords said indifferently.
"In this world, strength is everything. The strong can do whatever they want, so don't ask why we targeted you. You can only blame yourself for being special but weak."
Yi Lingling looked at the Marquis of Swords.
Indeed, he was right.
In this world, it was all about strength. However, the ranking lists published by the Heavenly Pavilion exacerbated this.
Since ancient times, how many women had ended up in a miserable state because they were on the Hundred Flowers ranking without a strong background or strength?
Of the women listed on the current Hundred Flowers ranking, there were already several who had become the playthings of various strong experts.
The rules of this world were like this. Furthermore, no one could hold the Heavenly Pavilion accountable.
"Alright, let's see how powerful the famous Marquis of Swords is," Yi Lingling said indifferently.
"Where's your sword?"
The Marquis of Swords already had his sword in hand.
"Why do I need a sword to kill you?"
Yi Lingling even had one hand behind her back.
"How arrogant!"
The Marquis of Swords was furious.
Sword beams flashed and surged violently toward Yi Lingling.
Everyone's eyes narrowed. The Marquis of Swords' fame was indeed well-deserved!
There were not many people present who could withstand this sword attack.
Facing the sword beams, Yi Lingling's expression remained calm.
She raised her right hand and put two fingers together.
Pointing it at the Marquis of Swords, her sword intent condensed into tangible form and flew forward, shattering the Marquis of Swords' attack like a bubble.
The surroundings turned completely silent!
The Marquis of Swords was stunned.
He had always believed that he had mastered the Sword Dao.
However, his belief was shattered in an instant.
Pfft!
He spat out a mouthful of blood and his entire body seemed to rapidly age.
It was as if he had lost his spirit.
Yi Lingling's mocking voice entered his ears.
"The number one sword cultivator in the world? You haven't even comprehended sword intent! What a joke!"
Pfft!
The Marquis of Swords fell to the ground and spat out two more mouthfuls of blood.
Behind him, Wan Jie was in despair.
His father, who was his pillar of support, had actually been defeated so easily.
Despair flooded his heart.
Yi Lingling walked forward slowly and reached the Marquis of Sword, who was lying on the ground, exhausted and devastated.
The experts from the Heavenly Pavilion were hesitating.
Yi Lingling was too strong!
The other emperor realm experts watching felt their hearts throb and their breathing quicken.
The more powerful Yi Lingling was, the better and more extraordinary the opportunity she had received.
They could barely contain their greed.
"Wan Jie, you killed my parents. Today, I want you to watch as the Marquis of Swords' faction goes up in flames!"
Yi Lingling glared at Wan Jie, who was in utter despair.
His eyes were filled with endless regret.
Shua!
One of the Marquis of Swords' arms fell off.
At this moment, Marquis of Swords seemed to have lost his spirit and did not react at all. He seemed to be an empty husk of himself.
Wan Jie staggered a few steps, his eyes full of despair and regret. He shook his head and suddenly shouted, "Honorable Pavilion Master, quickly attack! Kill her, kill her!"
He screamed as if he had gone mad.
Yi Lingling watched him go crazy in silence, and then calmly beheaded the Marquis of Swords' head.
The spurting blood instantly drenched Wan Jie's body.
"Bathe in your father's blood."
Yi Lingling's beautiful face revealed a devilish smile.
Wan Jie fell to the ground in fear.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me! I was wrong, I was wrong…"
Yi Lingling stretched out her hand and grabbed the Marquis of Swords' divine soul.
"This is your father's divine soul. It's currently dying, and it's all because of you."
"Ah!"
Wan Jie suddenly screamed madly.
"Spare me, spare me!"
He started to kowtow madly.
His eyes were filled with fear.
He was so scared that he peed his pants.
The experts who were watching looked at Yi Lingling and felt a chill run down their spines.
Should they make their move?
"Spare you?"
Yi Lingling extinguished the divine soul in her hand and stood in front of Wan Jie, looking down at him.
"Are you worthy of mercy?"
