Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

"Forget it, I wanted to treat you politely, but you are so unreasonable." Ling Xiao said lightly, with a hint of helplessness and ridicule in his tone, "Since you are unwilling to convince others with reason, then I don't need to do it anymore. What etiquette is concerned about?”

At this moment, the aura around Ling Xiao began to change, and an invisible force surged in his body, as if it would burst out at any time.

He is no longer the traveler trying to solve problems peacefully, but becomes a warrior ready for battle. His eyes became sharp and determined, as if he was ready to face any challenge.

The next moment, Ling Xiao's whole body was filled with light, and an ancient and powerful aura spurted out from his body and shot straight into the sky.

As this power surged, the sky above his head seemed to be torn open, and a huge divine dragon with shimmering scales suddenly appeared. It was the legendary Houtu Divine Dragon, which Ling Xiao currently controls. The strongest dragon soul.

Houtu Shenlong hovers wantonly in the void, its body is wrapped with thunder and lightning, and every breath seems to stir up the wind and clouds of heaven and earth.

It suddenly opened its huge mouth and let out an earth-shaking roar. The roar contained endless majesty and anger, as if even the mountains and rivers were shaking.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely terrifying energy spurted out from his mouth, shooting into the mountains like a torrent. Wherever it passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, leaving behind shocking cracks.

"boom!"

A loud noise shook the sky, and the entire ground seemed to be suddenly slapped by an invisible big hand, shaking violently.

Immediately afterwards, cracks spread on the ground like spider webs, quickly extending to the mountains in the distance. Wherever they went, rocks cracked, dust flew, and it was a mess.

However, just when this destructive force was about to wreak havoc on the entire Huangquan Bulao Mountain, a figure suddenly appeared in mid-air, holding a simple and majestic dragon-headed crutch. With a slight wave, it hit the target accurately. That raging torrent of energy.

"boom!"

There was another loud noise, but this time, it was the sound of the terrifying energy being instantly resolved. The ground trembled slightly again, but then calmed down, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

The power released by Houtu Shenlong, which was enough to shake the mountains, was easily eliminated by the visitor at this moment.

The visitor slowly landed on the ground, leaning on a dragon-headed crutch, staring at Ling Xiao indifferently with bright eyes.

His face was full of anger and confusion, as if he was extremely dissatisfied and angry at Ling Xiao's sudden attack.

"Ling Xiao, I, the immortal mountain of Huangquan, am not in conflict with you. Why on earth did you do this crazy thing?" His voice was low and powerful, and every word struck Ling Xiao's heart like a heavy hammer.

There was a hint of imperceptible sarcasm in Ling Xiao's eyes, the corners of his mouth were raised slightly, and there was a hint of provocation and questioning in his tone:

"Are you willing to have a serious talk with me? Where did that arrogance just now go? I thought that the people of Huangquan Bulao Mountain, besides being able to order people to 'go away', there is no other way. way of communication.”

The other party's face darkened slightly, obviously not buying Ling Xiao's sarcasm. He stared at Ling Xiao closely, his eyes full of wariness and confusion, and asked in a low and powerful voice: "What exactly do you want to achieve here? Purpose?"

Ling Xiao's eyes instantly became cold and firm, and he said bluntly without hesitation: "Where is Xiao Lianzhu? Hand her over." Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, revealing the depth of his heart. Urgency and determination.

"Hmph, where do you think our Huangquan Bulao Mountain is? Let you run wild and ask for people at will?" The old man snorted coldly, his tone full of disdain and vigilance.

But then, he changed the topic again, obviously touched by Ling Xiao's persistence, and couldn't help but ask: "What is the relationship between Xiao Lianzhu and you? It makes you so aggressive that you don't hesitate to break into my mountain gate."

When Ling Xiao heard this, his eyes softened slightly, but he still maintained that firmness that could not be ignored.

He spoke slowly, with a hint of warmth and nostalgia in his voice:

"Pearl, she is my childhood sweetheart. We grew up together and experienced countless laughter and tears. More importantly, she has long been my fiancée and an indispensable part of my life. No matter where we are in the world, I want to find her and ensure her safety."

At this point, Ling Xiao's eyes became cold again. He looked directly at the old man, as if telling him with his eyes that his determination and belief in this trip could not be shaken by any force.

"That's it." The old man, who was leaning on a dragon-head crutch, shook his head slightly, and a faint sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, but there was a bit of ridicule and coldness hidden in that smile.

"However, things in the world are unpredictable. After all, you came a step too late. Xiao Lianzhu's master, because of his strange thoughts, tried to subvert the tranquility of our Huangquan Bulao Mountain. In the end, he offended the mountain owner and ended up with a mutilated head. The fate of the place.

And Xiao Lianzhu, the woman who was supposed to have a bright future, also died in that sudden battle. She fell into a pool of blood and never woke up again. "

The old man's words were as cold as ice, and every word hit Ling Xiao's heart hard. He was stunned, time seemed to freeze at this moment, and everything around him became blurry and distant.

Dead... The woman who had spent countless days and nights with him, who carried all his tenderness and dreams, left this world forever.

Ling Xiao's silence contained endless grief and anger. He clenched his fists, his nails deeply embedded in his palms, but he felt no pain at all.

In his body, a terrible murderous intent surged like an undercurrent, gradually gathering into an unstoppable torrent, as if to swallow him whole.

Seeing this, the old man smiled coldly and took out a piece of memory metal that flashed with strange light from his sleeve. The surface of the metal flowed with complex patterns, as if containing endless information and pictures.

"If you still have doubts and don't want to believe this cruel reality, I can let you witness the moment she left with your own eyes."

As the old man's words fell, the memory metal suddenly burst into a dazzling light, and a light curtain appeared out of thin air and slowly unfolded in front of Ling Xiao. In the picture, it was a chaotic and fierce battle, with swords clashing and light and shadow interweaving.

Xiao Lianzhu's figure was looming in the crowd. She fought hard, but in the end she was no match for the enemy that was surging like a tide.

Finally, she fell down after a violent impact, blood staining her clothes, and her eyes that were once full of life slowly closed and never opened again.

This scene, like a sharp blade, pierced Ling Xiao's heart fiercely.