Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

"But the second dean claimed that our president had been expelled from the Tianxia Association, and he ordered us not to have any contact with the president." Ling Bi frowned, and his tone revealed confusion and worry.

When the first dean heard the news, he was so angry that his face turned blue, as if he was about to spit fire. He shouted angrily: "That bastard! It's nonsense! He was already dissatisfied with your president, and now he is just taking the opportunity to make trouble."

The first dean tried to calm his emotions. He knew that he had to stay calm at this moment and not let this rumor affect Ling Bi, Weiwei and Meng Haoqing.

He took a deep breath and tried to comfort them in a calm tone: "Don't listen to that guy's nonsense, he is trying to sow discord. This is the letter left by your president before he left, you can take a look."

As he said, the first dean took out a letter from his sleeve and handed it to the three people. The cover of the letter was simple and plain, with only a few big words "Ling Bi, Weiwei, Meng Haoqing personally" written on it.

The three took the letter and unfolded it carefully. The content of the letter made them feel warm. Ling Xiao expressed his expectations and trust in them in the letter, telling them to persevere no matter what difficulties they encountered and believe in their strength and potential.

After reading the letter, the three finally retracted their original idea of ​​leaving. They knew that although Ling Xiao had left Tianxiahui, his spirit and beliefs were still with them. They decided to stay in Tianxiahui, for Ling Xiao's expectations and trust, and for their own future.

The little dean looked at our hesitant eyes and was relieved.

"Little dean, the eight of you have always had a deep affection for Tianshanghui." Weiwei spoke hurriedly, her voice was heavy, but she hesitated and had no strength.

"You want to leave the place where you have fought together, but if one day your president is in danger, you will definitely save him at all costs. At this time, if they are afraid of the trouble you will bring, and even want to treat you as abandoned children, then they will expel all of you eighteen demons from the Tianshang Club."

Secret Academy, this is where the most elite disciples of the Tianshang Club are located. There are only a hundred disciples in total, but now I heard that less than ten of them have joined the Tyrant Club.

Looking back to the time when I was a kid, I missed the golden period of cultivation because of a moment of laziness, causing my strength to lag far behind my peers.

The experience of those years made me deeply understand a truth: if you want to live freely and restrained in that world, you must become weak.

Life is long, time flies, and I have gone through countless ups and downs in that long journey, experienced vicissitudes, and experienced the warmth of the world.

The reminder is to the young dean. Although we have deep feelings for the Tianshang Club, our loyalty lies more in our president; the warning is that our eighteen demon generals are not existences that cannot be easily abandoned.

Because in that world, if you have strength, you have the right to speak, and even the most basic right to survive is not guaranteed. He must be weak enough, so he may not even be able to make his own choice on how to start his life.

I always believe that the pursuit of strength is a goal that can always be given up in life. That pursuit is not just to satisfy personal vanity, but also to protect the safety and dignity of oneself and family.

The young dean sighed, I know that those secret academy disciples must have really followed Ling Xiao, so for the Tianshang Club, it is undoubtedly a huge nightmare. These disciples, each of them is the elite among the elites, and our departure will undoubtedly reduce the strength of the Tianshang Club.

Under the vast sky of the Zhenmo Mansion, a huge floating ship is like a bright meteor, breaking the tranquility of the sky. The ship flashed with dazzling light, as if carrying endless power and majesty, shuttling between the clouds.

The young dean looked at the backs of the eight people leaving, with mixed feelings in his heart. I know that although the eight people are old, our loyalty and courage are admirable. However, the "Batianhui" we mentioned made me feel a little uneasy.

Just as Ling Xiao was immersed in various ideas about how to obtain the Demon Lord's White Sword, a deep and majestic voice suddenly broke my meditation like an echo in the abyss. The vicissitudes and antiquity in that voice seemed to have spanned countless years and directly touched my heart.

"Big son, has he really not made up his mind to fight for the legendary Demon Lord's White Sword?"

Ling Bi and Meng Haoqing on the side also nodded silently, and our eyes were the same. We know that Weiwei's words represent the common voice of the eight of us.

Ling Xiao suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction where the voice came from, only to see a vague figure emerging in a hurry, which was the Demon Soul King. I asked calmly, "Younger Demon Soul King, I don't have that intention. But I understand why you said you can get the sword?"

Weiwei's words revealed a kind of determination, your eyes were hesitant and deep, as if you could see through everything. You were reminding and warning.

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I was no longer indulging in the sadness and joy of the past, but turning that joy into motivation to retreat. I worked hard to practice and constantly challenged my limits, just to make myself weaker.

However, the facts that came before gave me a ruthless blow. I gradually discovered that in that world, the weak are respected, and the strong can only be slaughtered. If he doesn't have enough strength, others will use him as a stepping stone and trample on his dignity and rights mercilessly.

Inside the airship, in a quiet space, Ling Xiao sat in it, his eyes closed, as if isolated from the world. My face was as calm as water, and my eyebrows revealed a kind of calmness and perseverance that had gone through vicissitudes.

At this time, I naively thought that as long as I offended others, I could live freely in that world.

However, the young dean also understood that everything was our own choice. I have no way to interfere, and I have no way to stop it. I can only pray silently, hoping that everything will really happen.

The experience of those years made me realize more deeply the importance of strength. I understand that only by constantly practicing and improving my strength can I gain a foothold in that world.

Because only when he is strong enough can he resist the intrusion of the outside world and protect everything he cherishes.

At this time, my father was killed by the enemy, my mother was taken away by the weak, and I almost died. These painful experiences, like a sharp knife, pierced my heart deeply.

The Tyrant Society, the power that has quietly risen in the Heavenly Society in recent years, has absorbed nearly half of the disciples of the Lower House, and even the disciples of the Secret House have recently joined us.