Having realized this point, Wang Ling's countenance began to shift from his usual calm to somewhat anxious. He wanted to get out but he can't. He wanted to scream in denial but he knows that it will not work.

He was granted access in this place because his body was young despite his soul not being so. The fact that Bai Xue, the companion who accompanied him for so long was out there, with the Abyssal Demons trying to fight is something Wang Ling finds hard to accept.

However, after noticing the fact that he is being too caught up with everything, Wang Ling stopped his anxiety by biting lips and swallowing his emotions.

[I can't drown in my emotions, I have already been there. Bai Xue is strong, she is capable enough to face me and with her strength, anyone under eight meridian is nothing to her.] He convinced himself and then raised his head to take in a deep breath.

He let out the gathered air within his body and his eye became clear, "I need to reach the eighth meridian as quickly as possible then." Wang Ling knows that he will not be invincible once he reaches the eighth meridian, but it should grant him exit next time so all is well.

Yan Renhuo stared at Wang Ling's expressions and her heart began to ache. Although she still wants to claim Wang Ling as hers, she knows the place Bai Xue occupies in her dearest's heart is bigger than what she can hope to occupy.

Call it a woman's instinct but she is well aware of this fact. She wants to make her move now but she knows that it will only backfire so it is not worth trying. Wang Ling's mind is bent on advancement and leaving this place and all of these are for one person alone — Bai Xue.

She momentarily showed a saddened smile on her face but cleanly wiped it the next moment. Her emotions cannot change and the fact that Wang Ling's mark had been left on her being by granting her the True Chaos Flames, Yan Renhuo knows that nobody can take his place in her heart.

[Well, not being stupid has its downsides I supposed. I hope to stay in this place longer, but it seems like time is running out.] Yan Renhuo tapped Wang Ling's shoulders, "Brother Ling, do you have any questions? It saddens me to say this but I will be leaving this layer sooner or later."

"Leaving the layer? Do you mean to say that you've already reached eighth meridian?"

"I already have three years ago, I am merely stalling my advance as I wish to reach the pinnacle in a single jump. The level of qi my flames possess is quite intent and by using that I'll be able to jump a few levels. I would have left earlier if not for the fact I encountered you here."

"Is that so, then, let us descend the mountain and I apologize for wasting your precious time." Wang Ling apologized and Yan Renhuo accepted. They descended the mountain as they held a conversation.

No one tried bothering them mostly because of Yan Renhuo's cultivation.

But, this world is not complete without idiots and the people who just entered the Black Dragon's Final Battlefield are just that — useless idiots.

"Hmm, a beautiful lady for a capable man. Why don't you come with me fair maiden?" It was abrupt but a second meridian Immortal appeared before Yan Renhuo and Wang Ling. He had long black hair and golden eyes, from his clothes he should come from a good background. And from the way he stared at Yan Renhuo's body, he can only be a pampered Young Master.

Wang Ling did not know if it was because this Young Master is too much of an idiot to challenge those who came down from the peak or if he is just courageous and confident. But what confirmed Wang Ling's doubt if this man was from the outside or if he was originally here is the fact that there are two men adjacent to the Young Master acting as a guard.

Both were at the fifth meridian and they stood tall adjacent to the trash.

The salacious gazes of the man infuriated not only Yan Renhuo but also Wang Ling who spoke, "I do not know who you are but this is not the mainland, I see that you hold a sword, are you a swordsman from the Thousand Swords Sage Province?"

Wang Ling butting in caught the attention of the Young Master who looked at his cultivation and then at his sword before snorting in disdain, "Indeed I am from the Thousand Sword Sage Province and I am the son of the Fleeting Sword Sovereign, do you even have the qualifications to speak to me? Who are you to speak? I am not speaking to the servant but to your beautiful master."

Wang Ling was still full of smiles, but Yan Renhuo was already showing displeasure from her countenance alone and in irritation, she raised her halberd and with the flick of her fingers azure flames burst out of her halberd and body.

A powerful flame erupted and scorching heat appeared out of nowhere. The Young Master got scared of Yan Renhuo's flames and took ten-step backward, the two men who was with the Young Master stepped forward to protect him but against Yan Renhuo, what can they do?

They had thought these two came from the middle area of the mountain and were nothing, but when they saw the prowess of Yan Renhuo their hearts chilled despite the heat coming from the opposition.

"We apologize for not recognizing such an expert, I apologize for the words of my Young Master. On behalf of the Fleeting Sword Sovereign, I apologize." With the mention of the name Fleeting Sword Sovereign, the two expected Yan Renhuo to back away, but Yan Renhuo stood before them with her head held high.

She looked down upon them even more now as her voice was filled with nothing but disdain, "Hiding behind the name of your Master, what a useless bunch. That useless trash's father may be the Fleeting Sword Sovereign, but who cares? He must pay for his insolence for speaking nonsense against what he said about Brother Ling!"

Yan Renhuo's halberd was brandished and twisted. A blazing tower was created from her single movement and the clothes of the bodyguard was singed together with their skin. She was just about to behead them when Wang Ling stopped her.

"Don't do it, Renhuo."

"Yeah, listen to him. If you kill him then you will be killed by my Father!" The Young Master acted tough as he screamed out to Yan Renhuo in anger.

Seeing Wang Ling's action the brat of a Young Master found someone who he can get behind. But, Wang Ling's eyes showed a dangerous glint, "What the fuck are you saying? I didn't tell her to stop because I am scared of your Father, it's because I also need to unwind…"

"What?!"

Slash!

Wang Ling moved and what seemed a single slash created a deep ravine in front of him. The head of the two bodyguards flew as Wang Ling's Reaper hummed in delight.

His anger finally dissipated as his sword finally get to cut the neck of someone. It had been so long since he had killed someone and as he stared at his Reaper he found that the sharpness of his word had increased even without the bestowal of his Sword Qi.

"Killing will be more efficient, huh. Such is the quintessence of Killing I suppose."

Wang Ling and Yan Renhuo stepped out of the Weapon God's Mountain leaving the Young Master who had pissed his pants.