On the way, Abao rode his horse while thinking about what had happened before.

Ling Yun, standing to the side, looked at A Bao's furrowed brows and asked with a smile:

"What's wrong? Do you feel it's a pity to kill such a beautiful girl as Huang Yan?"

Abao immediately shook his head like a rattle-drum, and said shyly:

"What are you saying, brother! But Huang Yan is quite pretty. Sigh~ I'm a little nervous about killing someone for the first time!"

Ling Yun laughed:

"It's alright, you'll get used to it after killing a few times!"

Abao didn't want to discuss the murder and immediately changed the subject:

"Brother, the hot pot in Kowloon City is absolutely amazing! The old beggar who took me under his wing always told me how delicious it was. Unfortunately, I didn't have the money to treat him back then. When I finally wanted to treat him to hot pot after I started following you, he had already starved to death. Sigh..."

Lingyun knew that Abao was a kind child who had secretly helped his beggar friends ever since he came to live with him.

"Alright, when we get to Kowloon City, we'll definitely eat our fill for three days and three nights!"

“Okay, bro~” Abao’s face lit up with joy, and his previous sadness vanished.

You must eat several plates of tripe to calm your nerves.

Just then, hundreds of people flew towards them, followed by thousands of people on horseback.

In no time, they surrounded Lingyun and Abao.

An elderly man in a yellow robe took out a portrait, glanced at it, then at Ling Yun, and said in a deep voice:

"You are Ling Yun from the Ling family of Mo City?"

Ling Yun said coldly:

"You already know, why are you asking?"

"Hehe..." A glint of greed flashed in the old man's eyes as he chuckled.

"Ling Yun, the bounty from the Immortal Martial Academy says that anyone who comes alive must come with me to avoid suffering."

The bounty from the Immortal Martial Academy has been issued to Kowloon City. At first, the old man in the yellow robe and others did not know Ling Yun's location. When they saw the Huang family mobilize in full force, the old man assumed that the Huang family had found Ling Yun's whereabouts.

Wanting to capture Ling Yun and claim the reward, they gathered several major families in Kowloon City and followed the trail left behind by the Huang family's experts.

Immortal Martial Arts Academy!

Ling Yun suddenly remembered that his former fiancée, Xiao Yanran, whom he had broken off their engagement with, was a disciple of the Immortal Martial Academy.

How much reward does the Immortal Martial Academy offer?

The old man in the yellow robe stroked his white beard and said with a smile:

"Ten thousand spirit stones and a top-grade martial soul!"

Upon hearing this, Ling Yun's face stiffened, feeling offended. Who was this person looking down on?

"You've come here to die for just 10,000 spirit stones and a top-grade martial soul?"

"Haha..." Before the old man in the yellow robe could speak, a middle-aged man in black beside him pointed at the old man and said smugly:

"Going to your death? I didn't expect you to be so young but so arrogant. This is Mo Biao, the number one expert in Kowloon City, a master of the ninth level of Martial Soul, just one step away from reaching the Sealed Mortal Realm."

"You're only at the third level of Martial Soul Realm. Patriarch Mo could kill you with a single slap!"

The original owner was at the third level of Martial Soul before his death. Ling Yun did not change his external realm, so his opponents would regard him as a minor martial artist at the third level of Martial Soul.

Ling Yun sneered:

"A mere ninth-level Martial Soul cultivator, easily annihilated with a flick of the wrist. I have no desire to kill; return to where you came from."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man in black burst into mocking laughter:

"This kid's really bluffing!"

After speaking, he looked at Mo Biao, clasped his hands in a fist and said:

"Patriarch Mo, let me help you subdue him!"

Mo Biao nodded, "Go ahead~ Just don't kill them!"

"Alright!" The man in black leaped up and reached out to grab Ling Yun's neck.

However, the moment he raised his hand, his body exploded, and he was dead beyond any doubt!

Hiss~

Upon seeing this scene, everyone gasped in shock, staring at Ling Yun in disbelief.

The man in black was a master of the sixth level of Martial Soul, yet Ling Yun easily killed him. Ling Yun must be at least at the eighth or even ninth level of Martial Soul.

Mo Biao's contempt vanished instantly, realizing that Ling Yun was a formidable opponent and must be hiding his true strength.

"To reach the eighth level of Martial Soul at such a young age, you are indeed a genius, but you still cannot escape the fate of being captured!"

Mo Biao glanced at his more than a thousand experts on his side, but remained completely calm.

Someone nearby offered advice:

"Patriarch Mo, this young man is hiding his strength. We must not be careless. I suggest we join forces to capture him, lest things get complicated!"

Mo Biao paused for a moment, nodded, and shouted to everyone:

"Go get them! You can cripple them, but don't kill them!"

Instantly, everyone swarmed forward and attacked Ling Yun.

boom!

The moment they made their move, their bodies exploded simultaneously.

Hiss~

Mo Biao gasped again. To be able to instantly kill more than a thousand experts, Ling Yun's realm had already surpassed the Martial Soul Realm and must have reached the Mortal Sealing Realm.

At this moment, Mo Biao was terrified. He was no match for them. He quickly clasped his hands in a fist salute, trying his best to appear calm, but his voice trembled uncontrollably as he said:

"Young friend Lingyun, this is all a misunderstanding. I promise I will not target you again from now on... Ah!"

Before he could finish speaking, the old man's body exploded instantly.

Seeing more than a thousand people flee in terror, A Bao stood frozen in place for a long time, unable to recover.

He looked at Ling Yun in disbelief, his body trembling as he backed away, his eyes still glistening with tears.

Abao had a terrifying thought: Ling Yun might not be the same Ling Yun as before; he knew that Ling Yun might have been possessed.

Noticing Abao's unusual behavior, Lingyun asked with a smile:

"What's wrong, Bao?"

"You're not Young Master Ling!"

Ah Bao staggered backward, tears streaming down his face. He crouched on the ground, burying his head in his hands, and cried out in anguish:

"Waaah... Did you possess Young Master Ling? Although he was cowardly and endured humiliation, he was my savior and never treated me like a beggar. He shouldn't have died!"

After saying that, A Bao suddenly stood up, gripping the knife. Although his body trembled with fear, his eyes were resolute as he said:

"Why did you try to possess Young Master Ling! I know him too well. He always avoids killing bad guys if possible, and even if he does, he suffers for a long time. But you, you didn't even blink an eye at over a thousand people. You are not Young Master Ling at all! He doesn't have your strength either."

Ling Yun sighed helplessly. He walked up to A Bao, patted him on the shoulder, and said seriously:

“Abao, do you believe in something called enlightenment? The moment Ling Feng ordered his men to kill me, I had an epiphany.”

After this epiphany, I not only overcame my previous cowardice, but my strength also increased rapidly.

Only in the moment of impending death can one achieve enlightenment! I am Lingyun!

Looking into Ling Yun's clear eyes, A Bao felt a long-lost sense of familiarity, perhaps he was just overthinking it.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have doubted you!"

Ling Yun smiled and said:

"It's alright, it's normal for you to have these doubts. If you didn't have these doubts, I would doubt whether you are truly loyal to me."

Haha~ Let's not talk about that anymore, let's go to Kowloon City for hot pot!