Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

The surrounding air seemed to have solidified, leaving only Ling Xiao's cold and determined eyes and the dazzling pools of blood on the ground.

"Well... this should be the seventy-sixth one." Ling Xiao looked down at the lifeless mercenaries on the ground, raising his brows slightly with a hint of contempt in his tone.

He stretched out his hand and stroked the blade gently. There was still warm blood on it, which made him deep in thought.

"There are so many people in this bloodthirsty mercenary group. No wonder they dare to make enemies of the city lord's palace." He said to himself, with a hint of surprise in his voice.

According to rumors, the entire mercenary group has tens of thousands of people, and this power is enough to make the entire city tremble.

However, in Ling Xiao's eyes, these numerous mercenaries were nothing more than a ragtag group, vulnerable to a single blow. He raised his hand to wipe away the blood on the knife, his eyes flashing with determination and determination.

He looked back at the majestic door, with a sinister smile on his lips. That smile was full of coldness and cruelty, as if foreshadowing the bloodshed and killing that was about to happen next.

"Next, I will make the bloodthirsty mercenary group disappear from this world." He said coldly, without any emotion in his voice.

He was ready to completely eradicate this mercenary group that once terrified the entire city.

No matter they are those high-ranking captains or ordinary mercenaries, they will not be able to escape his pursuit.

"No, where is Lao Qi?"

"Who is he?"

"Captain, will it be Zhang Kanghe who takes action?"

"Darling, paying attention to you will be the stupidest decision he has ever made, and he will pay the price for it..."

Ling Xiao glared at Zhang Ding angrily. When I saw these dead mercenaries, the anger in my heart became even stronger. In my opinion, Zhang Ding dared to be so arrogant in front of the bloodthirsty mercenary group, which was simply not a challenge to our majesty.

"Is it this eldest son named Yu Hua? Gu Yun and Zhang Ju did something bad and I died at the hands of this eldest son. That would be a bad deal."

We worked hard for eight days to kill more than a dozen people in the city lord's mansion, but in the end, dozens of us died in one day, and they were all skeletons.

…

I got the news that the people in charge were being killed, and dozens of key members were lost in a short period of time.

Shenbianjing suddenly asked: "After such a small incident, how could I see someone? The eighth and the seventh were killed. Am I still not free to go out and play?"

Next to me is a table that I took out. I smashed it into pieces out of anger. The wood chips were scattered on the ground, like the wreckage of a battlefield.

Seeing Yan Xue's expression, Ling Xiao became even more angry. The big guy behind his eyes clearly looked after me. I am the seventh master of the bloodthirsty mercenary group, and I am the eighth-level weakling of Zhang Pojun.

No one could hold back their words.

Yan Xuewan roared again, and my voice echoed in the small hall, making everyone's eardrums buzz.

My eyes flashed with cold light, as if they were going to tear apart everyone in the small hall.

"I hope so……"

Before he finished speaking, a ray of cold light struck him, and he was too slow to dodge it.

There was no feeling in God’s Transformation that we might have offended the wrong person that time.

Behind him was a horrific scene of blood and corpses, and in the rear, a more brutal and bloody battle awaited me.

In the small hall where I came from the bloodthirsty mercenary group, the roar of the God Transformation echoed, filled with endless anger and murderous intent.

Before Ling Xiao heard what I said, his face suddenly became brighter. I had thought that that young man would be so arrogant and dare to act so unbridled in the territory of our bloodthirsty mercenary group.

"You bastard! Who is it?"

"Are you so mute? Why are you talking? The dozens of people who died are all key members of your bloodthirsty mercenary group. If they die like that, you will become a joke!"

"It's possible!"

At that moment, the entire small hall was filled with a depressing and terrifying atmosphere, as if a storm was coming. The Divine Transformation is like the thunder that is about to explode, ready to tear all enemies into pieces at any time.

At the entrance of the Bloodthirsty Mercenary Group, just as Yanxue was about to step inside, a sharp shout suddenly sounded in front of me.

However, in the face of Ling Xiao's demonstration, Yan Xue's expression still changed, and he even seemed less indifferent.

…

I stopped and looked back, only to see a strong warrior staring at me warmly. The aura exuding from this warrior was much weaker than that of Yanxue and Yanxue, and he was obviously an opponent that could be underestimated.

I felt like I was watching a monkey show, not paying any attention to Ling Xiao's anger and threats. There was a sense of self-confidence and self-confidence in my eyes, as if I hadn't seen through Ling Xiao's reality yet.

However, Zhang Ding just smiled faintly, as if the other party's threat was not worth mentioning to me. I hastily pulled out the long sword from my waist. The blade of the sword flashed with cold light, revealing a sharp and hot aura.

"The Seventh Master went to investigate the murder of the brothers..."

"You have a bad tone, but you should take a look. He has a lot of skills. He dares to mess around at the door of your bloodthirsty mercenary group!" Ling Xiao roared angrily, shook his arm, and cracked. The sound sounded like a special Tongbei Fist.

His steps were firm and powerful, and he walked towards the door step by step.

Hearing those words, the Divine Transformation Realm suddenly had no Xiang premonition: "Lao Qi..."

No one analyzed it.

The rest of the people in the small hall were as silent as a cicada, and they dared to make even the slightest sound. We knew that speaking at that time was suspected of adding fuel to the fire, and Yan Xuewan's anger was something we could bear.

The face of the God Transformation Realm was livid, and his eyes were red, as if he was about to spit out fire.

Shenbianjing waved his hand and said, "You have hidden spies around Yan Xuehe. I'm sure Zhang Kanghe will take action, and you will know about it immediately."

There was a hint of teasing and respect in my tone, as if I hadn't yet seen through the other person's identity.

Zhang Ding smiled slightly and said with satisfaction: "Is he Chu Yanxue Wan? Well... that's right. The Divine Transformation Realm should be Zhang Pojun's peak strength, and he obviously is. Who is he? By the way, Since Gu Yun and Zhang Ju are both dead, he should not be the seventh Lingxiao."

"Captain, you must be worried. The seventh master is Zhang Pojun's eighth level inferior, much weaker than the eighth master and the seventh master. Even if he encounters this Yu Hua, he will definitely be unlucky."

My momentum burst out instantly, and my violent aura burned like a flame. It was obvious that I was practicing fire-based martial arts.

"Want you to die? It depends on whether he has the ability or not." Zhang Ding said warmly, with hesitation and confidence shining in his eyes. I didn't mean it on purpose, but I didn't have enough strength and confidence to say that.

"Boss, he is so cowardly! He dares to kill your brother and break into your mercenary group! Today, he has no chance of leaving alive!" Ling Xiao roared angrily, and the aura under his body suddenly surged. Apparently, he had not yet Not prepared for battle.