Chapter 51

The thick iron chains seemed like two fierce black pythons rampaging in the confined space, striking the black stone walls mercilessly, as if carving ugly scars on a smooth and perfect face.

Han Long and Leng Xue hastily crouched to dodge, the black shadows and the muffled whistling of the air told them they must not take the hits head-on! Unfortunately, the burly man wielding the leather whip was directly slammed against the wall.

Ling Xiao looked at the huge red-black wound on the man's belly, sneered, and cursed, "I've been wanting to beat you up. Playing with a whip bare-chested? Looking so ugly and still want to be the S!"

He never forgot where he was. He hadn't committed a crime and didn't need to break out, but the nauseating way the Six Gates handled cases had forced him to this point. If he hadn't acted today, his master's wife wouldn't be in danger, but how could he face Ling Lingfa in the future, even if Ling Lingfa wouldn't blame him? Even the tiniest wound on his master's wife would feel like a deep cut in their hearts! Since you are so unreasonable, today I'll show you my way!

At this moment, Ling Xiao's mind was like an F1 racing car, processing and analyzing information at an unprecedented speed.

This is the Six Gates. Even ordinary constables are at the level of third-rate martial artists in the江湖 (jianghu). Therefore, he must use the terrain to prevent being surrounded.

The chaotic sounds from the small black room naturally caught the attention of the constables outside. "What's going on?" Two constables opened the door and poked their heads in to ask.

"Be careful!" Leng Xue shouted a warning.

With a cold glance at the door, he raised his arm, and the huge iron chain slammed into the door with a loud clang. The two constables' heads were neatly clamped between the door panels. Ling Xiao regretted it, hoping they wouldn't suffer any aftereffects.

The door was closed again, and even a fool could tell something was wrong. The constables reported the situation layer by layer, and within minutes, they had gathered a force to surround the small black room.

Inside the room, Han Long and Leng Xue drew their weapons, but they were helpless against Ling Xiao's rampage. The monstrous force from the iron chain was almost unbearable, and for a moment, they could only dodge using their lightness skills.

Ling Xiao, still wildly swinging the iron chain, paid no attention to them. He looked around at the iron clamps, steel needles, and tiger stools, all the interrogation tools were present. "No shortage of weapons, can be used."

He flipped his wrist and reeled in the still flying iron chain. The two looked at him in surprise as he wrapped the chain around his forearm. Although the threat of the chain was gone, Leng Xue felt this wasn't a good thing.

Han Long swung his saber, and Ling Xiao roared, curling into a ball, using the iron chain on his arms to protect his head as he charged into Han Long's embrace. He never thought the man who could defeat the Colorful Clown would use such a brutal fighting style. Caught off guard, he was hit by a massive force in the chest, feeling a dull pain as if his ribs were screaming.

Han Long grunted and staggered back a few steps, kneeling on the ground with his saber. Leng Xue was shocked, never expecting Han Long to be defeated in one move! Although there was an element of carelessness, it also demonstrated Ling Xiao's strength.

Leng Xue thrust his sword, his sword technique derived from combat and loyal to practicality. Each thrust was accompanied by a surging killing aura. Ordinary martial artists would shiver and stiffen upon contact, or worse, be overwhelmed by illusions. Ling Xiao also felt the killing aura, but having grown accustomed to the overbearing sword intent of the Heavenly Flying Immortal, he found this slightly heavy killing aura easier to handle.

Leng Xue didn't know he was a body cultivator; otherwise, he wouldn't have dared to clash with him in such a confined space. Ling Xiao took full advantage of this, charging forward and meeting Leng Xue's sword with his chain-wrapped forearm.

Clang! Sparks flew as the long sword was predictably deflected, and Leng Xue was thrown back. Before he could recover from his shock, Ling Xiao seized the fleeting opportunity. His charging figure didn't pause, using the momentum to get within half a foot of Leng Xue. Leng Xue tried to defend, but Ling Xiao changed his attack to a grab, wrapping his arm around Leng Xue's waist and slamming him to the ground in a furious tackle!

The black walls, various torture instruments, and everything in sight were spinning. In the critical moment, Ling Xiao regained a bit of rationality in his rage. He suddenly remembered this was Leng Xue! One of the future Four Great Detectives. If he killed him here, wouldn't it cause a major plot collapse? The story had already deviated significantly from what he knew, and he couldn't afford to make it worse!

Thinking of this, he threw Leng Xue horizontally, avoiding the fatal head-first impact. Bang! Leng Xue felt every bone in his body ache, but he still stubbornly stood up, coughing, "Why didn't you kill me?"

As Leng Xue asked this, Ling Xiao didn't idle. He grabbed the gasping Han Long and threw him against the wall as easily as slapping a pancake on a pot, showing no mercy like he did with Leng Xue. To be honest, he was starting to enjoy the feeling of embedding people into walls.

"Your character doesn't suit the Six Gates. I see loneliness in your eyes. In this big melting pot, you'll only become a dirty piece of trash. To become a masterpiece, you need to follow the right person." He suddenly remembered the Capture God's kindness and added, "Although the Capture God is righteous, he can't escape the constraints of bureaucratic thinking."

After saying this, he looked at Leng Xue, who seemed to be deep in thought, believing his life would be tough after today, especially since Han Long's eyes were filled with deep hatred, partly directed at Leng Xue.

Ling Xiao didn't care. After today, with Ling Lingfa's petty nature, who knew how he would retaliate against Han Long!

Under Leng Xue's puzzled gaze, Ling Xiao took his sword and gathered all the torture instruments he could find. He tore his clothes and used the scraps to bind the instruments to his back, his eyes fixed on the door, a fierce look in them.

"Because Ye Gucheng challenged Ximen Chuixue, the palace has mobilized almost all available forces. According to my knowledge, the Capture God has been strengthening the palace's security. This means the Six Gates' best forces are the so-called Four Great Detectives. I once heard Qinglong mention that among the four, their investigative skills are completely useless. If not for the Capture God's pressure, many more innocent lives would be lost. In terms of martial arts, only the top-ranked Cen Chong has reached the innate realm. As for other factors, the numerous formations the Six Gates have invented to capture martial artists are also a threat." Ling Xiao mused, speaking a lot of surprising words.

"How... how do you know all this?" Han Long, after a brief rest, had recovered a bit of strength, struggling to stand and leaning against the wall, asked with a look of shock.

"Qinglong told me. To be honest, the environment here is not bad, at least better than the Jinyiwei prison!" Ling Xiao scanned the surroundings and nodded.

"Who are you?" Leng Xue asked, knowing he was no ordinary person.

"I am Ling Xiao!" He looked at their puzzled faces and rolled his eyes, "Look, I don't get it. Is it that your intelligence is so poor, or is the Capture God's secrecy so good? Even the palace guards know I can't be provoked, yet you dared to raid my home!" His anger flared up again.

"You'd better pray to all the gods. If anything happens to my master's wife, the Six Gates will need a real makeover. Believe me, this is not a threat, really not!" Ling Xiao calmed his anger and said calmly.

"Listen up, you are surrounded. Release the hostages and you might get lenient treatment!" A voice outside the door urged.

"Looks like we can't chat anymore. Well, you two pray well here!"

Ling Xiao slowly walked towards the door, each step seeming to weigh heavily on everyone's hearts. As his steps grew heavier, the airflow in the small black room changed noticeably, a gentle breeze ruffling their hair. As martial artists, they were very sensitive to the room's changes. But when they regained their senses, the gentle breeze had turned into a raging storm!

The air currents came in waves, each contact feeling like a soul interrogation. The two felt as if they were carrying several tons of iron chains, unable to move. Han Long's mind screamed, "What is this? Aura? How can aura be materialized to this extent? Impossible! Even the Capture God doesn't have such an aura, so how can he, so young, have it? Is it not aura? Then what is it?"

Leng Xue never thought it was an aura. He couldn't move not because of the aura but because of an instinctive fear! Like a lamb encountering a predator, at this moment, he was the lamb, and Ling Xiao was the wolf!

Fortunately, Ling Xiao didn't know what Leng Xue was thinking, or he would have beaten him up. This guy had just heard the story of the wolf and the lamb!

Regardless of what the two were thinking, Ling Xiao didn't notice the room's changes. His attention was on the door in front of him. Behind the door were countless constables, and next door was his master's wife. This was his battle and his responsibility.

Outside the door, countless constables surrounded the area. Xu Feng and Lei Yiming, two of the Six Gates' Four Great Detectives, had rushed over upon hearing that Han Long was being held hostage. They exchanged a glance and were about to order their subordinates to open the door when a chilling premonition struck them, and they quickly retreated.

This premonition saved them. The originally very sturdy iron door flew out with a thunderous boom, knocking down many constables. The door opened wide, and a figure rushed out.

"Fire!" Xu Feng and Lei Yiming shouted in unison, not caring who came out of the room, they just wanted to kill first.

Thirty archers obeyed and fired in unison. The arrows whistled through the air, their cold tips terrifying. Thud, thud, the arrows accurately hit the target. When the target became a corpse, everyone realized it was a bare-chested burly man!

"This... This isn't the bald guy who uses the whip!"

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