Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Ling Xiao watched the flame of Xiao Lianzhu's life gradually extinguished, and the grief and anger in his heart almost drowned him.

But he knew that he could not fall down, and could not give up just like that. Because he still had an unfinished mission and a vow that must be fulfilled.

At that moment, Ling Xiao's body was like being swept by an invisible storm, shaking violently, and every inch of his muscles was tense to the extreme, as if all the emotions that had been pent up for a long time were about to burst out.

His eyes were red, as if burning with blazing flames, revealing endless pain and anger.

The surrounding space seemed to be distorted with his emotional fluctuations, and streams of black air surged out of his body, like a wild horse that had run away from its reins, raging wildly in the air, covering the sky and the sun, and dyeing the world with an ominous color.

"Zhu'er..." Ling Xiao's voice was low and hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the deepest part of his heart with difficulty, full of endless sorrow and despair.

Every warm moment he spent with Xiao Lianzhu flashed through his mind. Those laughter, tears, vows and promises turned into sharp blades, cutting his heart one by one.

"Poor Zhu'er..." He murmured to himself, his voice full of self-blame and regret.

In his world, Xiao Lianzhu was not only his childhood sweetheart, but also an indispensable light in his life, and someone who stood by him unswervingly regardless of wind and rain.

Even if the whole world was indifferent and betrayed him, Zhu'er always believed in him and used her weak shoulders to support a piece of sky for him.

Ling Xiao's heart was filled with unprecedented grief. He realized that although he had found his long-lost mother and aunt and regained the recognition and warmth of the family, all this could not make up for the pain of losing Zhu'er.

Zhu'er, the close relative who had shared hardships and life and death with him, had left his world forever, leaving only endless thoughts and regrets.

At this moment, a strong sense of crisis suddenly surged into the old man's heart. He looked up suddenly, and saw Ling Xiao's figure had appeared in front of him like a ghost, with a bloodthirsty light flashing in his red eyes.

Ling Xiao said nothing more, but waved his hand suddenly, and a majestic force instantly gathered into a bloodthirsty sword soul, turning into a blood-red sword light like a silk thread, tearing the air, with the momentum of destroying the world, and slashing towards him fiercely.

The blood-red sword light was like a meteor across the sky, with destructive power, leaving a shocking gully on the top of the mountain, and its unstoppable momentum was approaching the old man.

The old man frowned deeply, and a solemn look flashed in his eyes. He quickly adjusted his posture, and the dragon-headed cane drew an elegant arc in the air. The dragon ball inlaid on the head of the cane seemed to come alive, emitting a strange light, and collided fiercely with the oncoming sword light.

"Boom!" A deafening roar echoed in the valley like thunder. When the blade light came into contact with the strange energy released by the cane, it was like fragile porcelain, instantly shattered into countless tiny fragments, scattering in all directions, and the air was filled with a faint smell of blood and burning.

However, this was just the beginning of the battle. Ling Xiao's figure was like a ghost. With the help of the moment when the blade light shattered, he had already bullied the old man, with determination and coldness flashing in his eyes.

The Soul of the God-Slaying Sword, the legendary peerless weapon that could kill gods and demons, had quietly appeared in his palm at some point, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at the old man's throat, and the cold air was pressing and palpitating.

The old man's face changed suddenly. He knew the power of this sword very well and dared not be careless. Almost instinctively, he raised his hand and the dragon-headed cane turned into a solid barrier, steadily blocking the sudden and thunderous blow of the Soul of the God-Slaying Sword.

The two touched each other, making a sharp sound of metal clashing, sparks flying, as if even the space was shaking at this moment.

But this battle is far from over. The tension and depression in the air indicate that a more intense confrontation is coming.

In the sky, the thick earth dragon soul that was originally hovering suddenly showed its power. Its huge body swooped down with the momentum of destroying the world. Its claws covered with hard scales were as heavy as a mountain and smashed hard on the old man.

The old man was caught off guard. Facing this sudden attack, he had no time to react and could only grit his teeth and resist.

There was a loud "boom" and the whole mountain range seemed to tremble. Under the huge force of the dragon soul, the old man's figure was smashed into the mountain range, stirring up a cloud of dust and covering the sky.

"Die!" Ling Xiao's voice was low and resolute. Every word seemed to come from the underworld, carrying an irresistible breath of death.

In his eyes, black flames burned fiercely, which was the ultimate concentration of anger and murderous intent, as if it could devour all light and vitality.

As this power surged, the shadow of the demon behind him became more hideous and terrifying, and his body expanded to cover the sky and the sun, releasing a terrifying pressure that made people palpitate.

At this moment, Ling Xiao seemed to merge with the demon and became the most terrifying killing machine in the world.

As he moved, the space seemed to be torn apart, leaving a series of dark cracks, which was the proof of his speed beyond the limit. When his figure appeared again, he was already close to the old man, and his speed was unbelievable.

"Swish!" A sharp sound of breaking through the air sounded, and Ling Xiao's attack cut through the sky like lightning. Wherever he passed, the space collapsed inch by inch, as if even time was frozen by this power.

The old man felt a breath of death coming towards his face, which made him involuntarily feel a strong sense of crisis, which was a kind of fear gushing from the depths of his soul.

"What kind of monster are you..." The old man's voice was trembling with disbelief. He widened his eyes and looked at the opponent in front of him who seemed young but possessed such terrifying power.

As a strong person at the third level of Tianhe Realm, he should have no control over this world, but at this moment, he felt unprecedented pressure and powerlessness.

His heart was filled with shock and shock, even mixed with a trace of indescribable fear. He had never seen such a strange and powerful enemy, especially when he learned that the opponent was only in the state of divine transformation, his shock reached its peak.

Although the external rumors were wrong and overestimated Ling Xiao's strength to that of the Divine Soul Realm, even if he was in the Divine Transformation Realm, being able to compete with him, a third-level powerhouse in the Tianhe Realm, was enough to show how extraordinary and terrifying Ling Xiao was.

The old man looked at Ling Xiao, his eyes full of disbelief and deep confusion. He murmured to himself, with a tremor of disbelief in his voice:

"You...you are obviously at such a low level and are only in the realm of divine transformation. How come your combat power is so strong and beyond common sense? What on earth is going on?"