THE LING TIAN LEGEND
episode 55's

Blood splattered and the white-robed man's left arm was amputated on his shoulder. Fresh blood spurted out from the open wound like a fountain. It sprayed onto his accomplices, effectively blinding them. An intense nauseous feeling surged from all of them, however, those beside the amputated white-robed man did not even dare to squeak. They forcefully swallowed back the bile and vomited that rose into their throats. At the same time, their gaze was fixed on Ling Jian's single figure filled with fear.

The surroundings had turned silent.

Even the Iron Blood Warrior standing at the side did not expect this nine-year-old to be so ruthless in his actions! Not achieving his goal after just one sentence, he did not hesitate to lower his sword! Unlike that, his actions were extremely cruel, crippling the man in one fell swoop!

The surrounding Ling Residence Guards turned white in fear, their throats letting out a gurgling sound. Their adam apples were bobbing as if they were exercising, making them seem like they were constantly swallowing something…

The Iron Blood Warrior could not help but turn to look at Ling Tian, whose butt was firmly planted on the shaft of the carriage. However, they only saw a bland expression as he coldly ignored the scene, as if the amputation problem was common and not worth paying attention to. It was as if he had seen floating clouds and a breeze blowing. All the bodyguards at the scene could not help but feel the bubbling respect from their hearts as they thought: “These two people are not simple!”

Ling Jian remained undisturbed, with the steel sword in his hand slowly dripping blood into the snow as it flowed down his blade. The sound of ‘Plop plop’ was heard as they landed drop by drop on the snow.

Coldly staring at his victim who had already fainted from pain, Ling Jian continued in a flat tone, “My time is short, and I don't want to use punishment. It was too troublesome.I ask now; can you give me what I want?”

“Do not want to use punishment!” The Iron Blood Warriors who were standing at the side, all felt like dropping their heads to the ground after hearing this sentence. “How else do you want to punish? One piece, and you've already cut off his arm, this isn't considered punishment? Isn't your sentence a little too funny?”

Ling Jian stood there, his head bowed and the sword slanted down, silently waiting. As he waited for the white-robed man to speak, he quietly counted to ten. Even after he finished, no sound came out of them.

Ling Jian coldly snorted in his heart, before raising the sword. He cut down once more, without even looking at the time.

“No... forgive me…. I'll talk! AHHH——” One more howl of pain is heard, and the second arm is separated forever from the other white-robed man. As his arm lay on the ground, his fingers seemed to still be twitching.

A few drops of fresh blood splattered onto Ling Jian's face, slowly sliding. It drew some sneaky scars on its pale face as it flowed downwards. However, Ling Jian remained motionless as a statue, not even bothering to remove it.

Looking at the white-robed man who begged for a while before his sword cut off his arm, Ling Jian spoke with a slight apology: “Sorry, you spoke too late, you spoke too late, so I can't pull back my sword in time.”

Although there were traces of blood on his face, his tone was still calm, as if he was having a daily conversation. As if he accidentally dropped a teacup on his neighbor's place and apologized, “Oh, forgive me, I broke your tea cup!”

Looking at this weak little boy, a chill rose unhindered from the hearts of the surrounding Iron Blood Warriors, causing them to shiver involuntarily. They thought about what they were doing when they were about seven or eight years old, compared to the little man who swung his sword and cut people off as if it was a normal thing. Everyone had the same thought in their hearts, “Is this really a child? He looks more like a little devil!”

Ling Jian just stared at him flatly, before calmly turning around to look at his third ‘victim’. He just asked, “What about you? Ready to talk?” His tone was soft, as if asking the neighbor what he had for dinner this evening.

The white-robed man's eyes widened in fear, seeing this asura-like child in front of him actually throwing this question at him, he was overcome with fear. After squeaking, he had completely fainted!

Ling Jian became angry, shouting, “Fuck your mother, how dare you pretend to die!” The sword in his hand was slashed and immediately blood flew into the air. His sword rose, fell, rose again .. Fresh blood spilled endlessly, and Ling Jian had already turned into a bloody human!

“I'll talk! I'll talk!”

“No, I will speak, I am willing to speak .. please let me speak ..”

The crowd of white-robed men jostled to retreat, their faces already turning into extreme fear. They all struggled to speak, afraid that this monster would come after them next. Their voices were so loud that even deaf people could hear!

Ling Jian let out a cold snort, pointing his sword towards the somewhat fat man. “You! Talk!”

At the tip of the sword, sticky blood pooled there little by little, it slowly grew in size and then dripped down.

The white-robed man was so scared that he started leaking from the front and back, deflating to the ground as he spoke, “Little Master … this little one will reveal everything he knows, and if... if there are any lies, may my family die unjustly!” Under the coercion of fear, he actually swore and cursed himself.

Ling Jian's facial expression relaxed slightly, “Say everything you know!”

“Iya! Aye! This little fellow named Zhang DeHu, I am a disciple of Violent Wind Gang's Dark Night Hall, this time we are here under the orders of our gang leader! This little one only knows that this time we should have killed a five to six year old, and we should have silenced everyone who accompanied that child….. Mmm, besides.... of that ..” The more panicked he is, the more he can't remember what he wants to say, and he can't help but pull out a bullet.

“Who gave the mission? Who paid you to do it?”

“Ah? This problem, little one really does not know!” Seeing how Ling Jian's face became gradually colder, the white-robed man Zhang DeHu could only beg for mercy, and banged his head against the ground as if he was crushing garlic.

“What is the name of your gang leader? How many people are in your gang? Where's headquarters? The location of your branch? The number of people in your Dark Night Hall?….” Ling Jian did not bother too much, as long as he thought about the question, he would spit it towards him like a cannonball.