Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

The knife was so fast that everyone present could only see a red arc flashing, and then Ming Lao's head separated from his body and rolled to the ground.

This scene shocked everyone present. They stared at the scene in front of them with wide eyes and disbelief.

What shocked them was that Ling Xiao actually dared to kill people here. After all, this was the territory of a trading house. Who would dare to act wild here?

But what shocked them even more was that Ling Xiao's strength was so terrifying. Ming Lao, who was a master at the peak of the Endless Realm after all, couldn't even catch a sword and was killed by the sword.

However, Ling Xiao did not stop because of this.

He glanced around at the people around him with cold eyes. The dozen Eternal Realm warriors who had originally planned to attack him were all standing there with pale faces, daring not to move. But Ling Xiao didn't give them any chance. He moved and disappeared again.

This time, when he appeared, a pile of corpses had fallen beside him. The dozen or so people who tried to attack him were all killed by him one by one, and no one was spared.

Their storage rings were also taken away by Ling Xiao. He opened them and checked them. There were not many spiritual stones in them, only tens of thousands in total.

Ling Xiao sneered, put away the storage ring at will, and thought to himself: "What a poor man, no wonder he is greedy for those 300,000 middle-grade spiritual stones."

At this time, the entire trading house fell into a dead silence. Everyone was shocked by Ling Xiao's terrifying strength. They had never seen such a powerful and cool person.

Before the bloody storm, the atmosphere in the trading house became more relaxed. Liao Chan's eyes were as sharp as a hawk, and finally settled on this man. A sinister smile appeared on my lips, and my voice was cold and cruel: "Next, what should you do with him?"

Ling Xiao took a deep breath, calmed down the anger in his heart, and then continued: "One day later, you entrusted the trading bank to buy something for you and paid half of the payment. It was not eight million middle-grade spiritual stones. .

"Yes, yes, eight million, eight million mid-grade spiritual stones!" The man almost cried. Your face was as pale as paper, and your eyes were full of fear and despair.

I gritted my teeth and tried to keep calm, but the anger in my eyes could not be concealed.

You know in your heart that the entire trading house's annual profit is over 10 million mid-grade spiritual stones. Ling Xiao's asking for 80 million is simply an astronomical figure. How can you afford it?

The man narrowed his eyes, looked at Liao Chan in disbelief, and asked stammering: "Is... is it 800,000?"

Liao Chan laughed and retorted: "Guilty? He asked us if we were guilty. Oh, I almost forgot, we can't speak yet." I pointed to the corpses on the ground. These once arrogant The domineering trading house employee who was trying to benefit me has not yet turned into a cold corpse, lying quietly in a pool of blood.

When the old man heard Ling Xiao's question, his face became increasingly ugly. I frowned, as if I was trying to suppress the anger and solution in my heart.

The man was locked with Liao Chan's gaze, and you felt as if you were being stared at by a hungry beast, and the blood in your body seemed to freeze.

Your voice trembled in fear, and you begged coherently: "Don't...don't kill you, you...you were forced to do it, you were just following orders."

There is so much fear and despair in your voice. Who would have thought that a seemingly special young man would dare to kill in a place like the Tianhui Trading Co., Ltd.

Ling Xiao looked at your frightened look, and a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Oh, he reminded you, you just said eight million, but it seems that that number is still enough. So, eighty million mid-level spirits Shiba.”

Ling Xiao's words were like a sharp sword, piercing the old man's heart. The old man's face turned blue and white, obviously deeply hurt by Ling Xiao's words.

However, Ling Xiao was not swayed by the man's plea. I laughed warmly and said calmly: "I hope you will kill him. That's right, their trading bank owes you a debt, but you have to pay it back."

Liao Chan nodded and replied calmly: "That's right, you are a disciple of Tiantianhui Lower Court."

However, when there was such shameful fraud and betrayal in the trading house, he only failed to stop it in time, and instead planned to retaliate against you. Is that really the attitude that the Heavenly Society should have? "

Although you know his specific identity, his status in the trading industry should be high.

However, when you come to pick up things today, are those people just giving them, or are they willing to return your spirit stones, or even kill you?

I took a deep breath and tried to make my tone as fierce as possible: "He claims to be a disciple of the lower courtyard of the Tiantian Society, but you have never seen him, and you know which disciple of a lowly person he is. As a disciple of the Heavenly Society, you A member of the guild is naturally not responsible for maintaining the reputation and rules of the sect, but after that, you need to confirm his identity."

That requires only a very small amount of courage, and even more absolute confidence in strength. Ling Xiao killed more than a dozen people with one move, and showed no mercy. He was a complete lunatic, a god of murder that made people fearful.

The old man walked up to Liao Chan, stared at me, and asked in a deep voice: "Is he a member of the Heaven Society?"

When the man heard that, he felt a little relieved, but Ling Xiao's words immediately plunged you into despair again: "Their trading house owes you eight million mid-grade spiritual stones, and they have to pay off that debt."

The man's face instantly turned pale. You never thought that Ling Xiao would offer such a low price. That is simply going to drive your trading business to a dead end.

The old man's face darkened, and there was a hint of joy in his voice: "Since you are a member of the Tiantianhui, why do you want to kill innocent people indiscriminately in the trading house of the Tiantianhui?"

As a disciple of Tiantianhui Lower Court, you have a very bad temper. The worst thing is that no one dares to deceive you. Since we are willing to act according to the rules, you have no choice but to take action. "

After a while, the man brought an old man. The old man was short in stature, with a majestic face, and his robes were flowing freely, revealing my profound cultivation. My breath is restrained, like a silent volcano that may erupt with amazing power at any time.

The man was panicking, but you know that this is the time to panic. You have to find a way to solve that problem, otherwise the trading house will be in dire straits. So, you turned around and walked away, walking in a hurry, as if there was no evil ghost chasing you.

Judging from my breath, it is obviously much weaker than this Ming Lao who is not dead yet.

Liao Chan laughed warmly, with a hint of disdain in her eyes: "What? He is inquiring about your background now, and then he plans to decide whether to attack you based on your background? That's just what happened in heaven. What a bad tradition.