Chapter 147
The Flower Immortal watched everyone's reactions in silence, then raised her voice: "Miss Tang!"
Hearing this, Tang Ruoxuan stepped forward half a pace: "You're looking for me?"
The Flower Immortal smiled faintly: "Your Tang family was wiped out by the Xueyueshen Sect, isn't that right?"
At the mention of the massacre, Tang Ruoxuan's gaze darkened; after a moment of silence, she said: "Yes. Why bring this up?"
"Then who gave the order to destroy your Tangjiaman Sect?"
"Naturally, their sect leader."
"Who is their sect leader?"
"Abi Luo Wang. You know full well."
"Miss Tang, don't rush. Let me ask a few more questions. You must hate Abi Luo Wang with all your heart, then?"
"The blood feud of a wiped-out family is irreconcilable! Tang Ruoxuan vows in this lifetime to kill Abi Luo Wang and appease the spirits of my parents!"
"Good."
The Flower Immortal smiled in satisfaction, pointed at him amid Xiao Ting's gloomy gaze: "Then go kill him!"
Tang Ruoxuan's fierce momentum froze; she followed her finger and saw Xiao Ting, unable to suppress a start of surprise.
Gu Hanyang shouted outright: "Hey, you bitch, what are you crazy for? One word from you and you want to turn us against each other?"
"Madman's dream!" Huang Xiang coldly echoed.
"Shut up! When the Flower Sister speaks, when do you get to interrupt?!" Sima Huan barked sharply.
"Oh? You dare yell at me?!" Huang Xiang's hair stood on end; she rolled up her sleeves and prepared to strike.
But then the Flower Immortal spoke again: "Abi Luo Wang, are you still going to keep pretending?"
Abi Luo Wang!
Upon hearing those four words, everyone's hearts jolted; all turned to look at Xiao Ting.
Xiao Ting? Abi Luo Wang? Pretending?
Every single word they understood, but strung together, they were utterly baffled.
Of course, they weren't truly unable to understand—they simply couldn't believe their own comprehension, so they chose not to.
Tang Ruoxuan's heart trembled; she glanced at the silent Xiao Ting, then at the Flower Immortal, urgently: "What do you mean? Explain clearly!"
"Is it not clear enough? Then I'll say it again: your lover Xiao Ting is none other than Abi Luo Wang! He infiltrated your side to use all your strength to gather the 'Heavenly Sword Five Nobles,' so he could reap the rewards."
"You… how dare you say that? What proof do you have?"
"Proof? I have none."
"No proof? Then you're slandering!"
"Slandering?"
The Flower Immortal sneered, ignored Tang Ruoxuan, and turned to Xiao Ting with mockery: "The great Abi Luo Wang won't still be pretending, denying it with a straight face, will you?"
At these words, the atmosphere instantly tightened.
Everyone stared at Xiao Ting, hearts in their throats.
All waited for his answer.
Xiao Ting, who had remained silent, stirred his pupils, gazed coldly at the Flower Immortal, his tone utterly flat—yet the words he spoke shattered the heavens:
"I am Abi Luo Wang."
Tang Ruoxuan's ears rang with a deafening buzz; her chest felt as if struck by a heavy fist; every expression froze on her face, and she stood rooted in place.
Dazed, numb, as if struck by divine lightning.
Seeing this, Xiao Ting's heart ached; his right hand, hidden behind his back, slowly clenched.
He confessed, because there was no longer any need to pretend.
First, the Flower Immortal already knew his identity—meaning a flaw had surfaced in his plan, no longer flawless.
Second, her words today were a thorn lodged in the hearts of all three; whether they still trusted him or not, future mentions of the sensitive "Heavenly Sword" would inevitably recall this day, and they would remain wary of him.
After all, one must guard against others.
This had nothing to do with trust—it was a human instinct to avoid harm and seek advantage.
Third, he was Abi Luo Wang!
To achieve his goal, he could falsify his identity and go undercover—but Abi Luo Wang had his pride; he would not shrink from admitting his name when directly accused.
Thus, even knowing this answer was not what Tang Ruoxuan wanted, Xiao Ting gave it truthfully.
Paper cannot hide fire; he would inevitably face this day.
But in his plan, this day should not have come so soon!
So…
Xiao Ting looked at the Flower Immortal and said coldly: "You know what consequences you've triggered by exposing my identity."
The Flower Immortal smiled calmly: "Of course—I must first endure Abi Luo Wang's wrath."
"Aren't you afraid of death?"
"Afraid? Of course I am."
"Yet you still did it—meaning you're confident."
"Not ten out of ten, but eight or nine."
"Did the Immortal Mother come?"
"A mere Abi Luo Wang doesn't warrant the Palace Lord's personal attention."
Xiao Ting smiled, nodded: "Xiao Ting may be powerless against you—but Abi Luo Wang is not."
"Enough talk!"
The Flower Immortal let out a sharp cry, raised her hand first—her palm bloomed with colorful light, like an immortal wielding Immortal Arts.
A cluster of silver needles hid within the blinding light, shooting at extreme speed toward Xiao Ting.
"Nine Heavens Heavenly Maiden Needles!"
Gu Hanyang and Huang Xiang had suffered losses from this move before. Seeing it, they were greatly alarmed and hurriedly dodged.
Fortunately, the Flower Fairy was not aiming at them, so they were unharmed.
When the swarm of needles arrived, Xiao Ting merely propped up one hand, and a massive true qi shield covered both him and the dazed Tang Ruoxuan within it.
The "Nine Heavens Heavenly Maiden Needles" struck against it, only Rippled with a layer upon layer of true qi ripples, utterly unable to breach the defense.
Then, King Ahbira extended his right hand, aimed at the Flower Fairy, and grabbed from afar!
But then, blazing light flared brilliantly in his palm, and a bolt of purple lightning shot forth, like a winding wandering dragon, striking toward the Flower Fairy!
The Flower Fairy saw it and was about to leap up to dodge, but the surrounding heaven and earth seemed to have become a cage, and an unseen binding force enveloped her.
The Flower Fairy's figure stalled.
In that brief hesitation, the purple lightning had already caught up.
Just as the Flower Fairy was about to be struck into charcoal, a layer of protective light shield propped open outside her body, blocking the purple lightning outside.
The Flower Fairy was unharmed, not a hair touched.
Seeing this scene, Xiao Ting's expression finally changed.
Without a word, he flew up. While still midair, a crescent-shaped leg gleam swept out horizontally and chopped straight down.
The Flower Fairy had no time to dodge, nor could she dodge, but that protective light shield took the brunt of Xiao Ting's attack entirely.
Seeing he could not breach the defense, after the leg gleam came dense finger forces and fist auras, like river waves and ocean tides, wave after wave, sweeping down without pause.
Explosions rang out continuously, light shot in all directions across the field, dazzling so that one truly could not open one's eyes.
Gu Hanyang and Huang Xiang had long since taken Tang Ruoxuan and retreated far away, watching the scene before them with eyes full of shock.
Unlike ordinary martial artists like them, every strike of Xiao Ting's carried immeasurable divine light.
That scene was like an immortal casting a spell — though murderous intent lurked within, it was also utterly resplendent.
At this moment, the Flower Fairy's voice rang out from within the "sea of light"—
"King Ahbira, have you played enough yet?"
163 Severing Ties, the Immortal Princess Descends
King Ahbira, have you played enough yet?
Hearing these words, Gu Hanyang and Huang Xiang both petrified on the spot.
The Flower Fairy — calls this grand spectacle… playing?
That teasing tone, if someone unaware were to hear it, would think it was some household's my lord scolding a child not to play with mud, telling them to hurry home and eat.
Thinking of this, both Gu Hanyang and Huang Xiang were left disheveled in the wind.
Xiao Ting also finally stopped attacking, landed on the ground, and looked at the Flower Fairy with an iron-blue face, saying in a deep voice, "Is this the confidence you dare to face me with?"
End of Chapter
