Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

At this time, on the edge of the battlefield, undercurrents surged. The masters of Sitong Trading Company and Bada Trading Company hid in the shadows, their eyes as sharp as hawks, staring at every subtle change on the field, trying to glimpse a hint of business opportunities or crises.

The representatives of Fuzun Mansion were more cautious. They knew that in such an occasion, any disturbance could cause unnecessary trouble.

Qian Xuejin, as an important figure of Sitong Trading Company, was far away, but with his keen perception, he could still feel the tension and depression on the battlefield. There was a complicated look on his face, both shock at Ling Xiao's strength and worry about the changes that might happen next.

Qian Yingying, Qian Xuejin's daughter, could hardly hide her shock and unwillingness. She had met Ling Xiao before, and thought she had a deep enough understanding of him, but she never thought that the other party had hidden so many strengths and secrets.

At this moment, her face was pale, and her beautiful eyes flashed with complex emotions, including disbelief at Ling Xiao's sudden increase in strength, and regret for not seeing him clearly earlier.

"He's going to die!" Qian Yingying's voice revealed an excitement that was hard to conceal, and her eyes flashed with a strange light, like the brightest star in the night sky.

Her heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, and the expectation of Ling Xiao's imminent fall made her extremely excited. Recalling the hatred that Ling Xiao had cut off one of her arms, she couldn't help but smile coldly, thinking in her heart: Today is the time for you to pay back.

Qian Xuejin heard the words and looked at his daughter sideways. The pair of excited eyes made him feel mixed.

He sighed softly, as if talking to himself: "Really?" His eyes were complicated, with both helplessness about his daughter's feelings, recognition of Ling Xiao's strength, and all kinds of unknown worries behind this struggle.

He knew that hatred and interests were nothing but floating duckweed in this dispute, and the forces hidden in the dark were often the ones that could truly determine fate.

In another hidden place, Pang Yaoyue and his men from Bada Trading Company were also deeply attracted by the upcoming showdown. They wore dark cloaks and hid in the shadows, revealing only a few pairs of sharp eagle eyes, staring at every corner of the battlefield.

Originally, they only planned to wait for an opportunity after Ling Xiao was defeated to seize those coveted treasures. But at this moment, facing the amazing strength and unyielding will shown by Ling Xiao, they couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts, and even began to doubt their plans.

"This Ling Xiao is simply a monster!" Pang Yaoyue was secretly shocked, his voice was low and solemn, and it was transmitted to the ears of several men around him through the gap in the cloak. These men also looked at each other, with shock and confusion on their faces.

They had never seen such a person who defied the heavens. Under the pressure of the Huangquan Bulao Formation, he could still maintain such a strong momentum and vitality. This was beyond their imagination.

The entire battlefield seemed to be shrouded by an invisible force at this moment. Tension and expectation were intertwined, forming an indescribable atmosphere. Whether it was Qian Yingying's excitement, Qian Xuejin's complex emotions, or the shock and uneasiness of the people in Bada Commercial Bank, it all indicated that this battle was far from as simple as it seemed on the surface.

At this time, the ground seemed to be shaken by an invisible giant hand, and the tremor gradually turned from weak to violent, as if the entire Huangquan Bulao Mountain was experiencing an unprecedented awakening. Between the mountains, dust flew, stones loosened, and bursts of dull sounds were made, foreshadowing the revival of ancient power.

As the tremor intensified, the entire Huangquan Bulao Mountain seemed to be shrouded by a layer of strange fog, which flashed with a green light, revealing a heart-pounding chill.

In this mist, countless ghosts and spirits slowly emerged. They were either ethereal like smoke or solid like shadows. With unfulfilled obsessions and resentments from their previous lives, they wandered on every inch of Huangquan Bulao.

Even more horrifying was that the skeleton zombies also crawled out from the dark corners of the mountain. Their bones glowed palely under the moonlight, and green flames seemed to burn in their empty eye sockets. Step by step, they firmly and slowly gathered towards the direction of the Huangquan Bulao Mountain Hall.

Above the hall, when the last ghost and skeleton zombies gathered, the entire space seemed to be covered by a thick layer of haze.

Inside the hall, various spirits and ghosts floated in the air, whispering or wailing, interweaving into an ancient and desolate elegy. Among these spirits, some were dressed in gorgeous clothes, obviously of noble status in their lifetime; some were ragged, with distorted faces, revealing endless pain and unwillingness.

What is most shocking is that the bones and zombies that walked out of the Huangquan Immortal Formation began to change after coming into contact with some mysterious power.

Their bones gradually became tough and strong, and flesh and blood slowly grew on the bones, eventually forming a terrifying army of tens of thousands of people. Every member of this army exudes a strong evil spirit and fighting spirit. There is no fear in their eyes, only the desire for battle and the persistence of victory.

In this army, the weakest warriors have the cultivation of Tongtian Realm, and their strength is enough to shake the mountains and rivers and tear the void. And the strongest existence has reached the realm of heaven and man. Their breath is like the arrival of gods, which makes people feel awe and dare not look directly.

Such a lineup is undoubtedly invincible.

Looking at the entire Demon Suppression Mansion, or even the wider region, it is probably difficult to find a force that can confront it head-on. Faced with such a large army, even the bravest warriors will have the intention to retreat, because it is not just a battle, but a desperate contest.

"Invincible! Absolutely invincible!" Such a voice echoed in everyone's heart. It was both an admiration for this army and a helplessness and fear of the impending disaster.

This huge army of death, like a group of hungry beasts, stared at Ling Xiao standing in front of the battle with a sharp gaze.

In their eyes, greed and fanaticism intertwined, as if they could devour all living things. Ling Xiao could feel the biting cold from all directions. It was a terrifying atmosphere formed by the resentment of countless dead souls and their desire for power.

He smiled bitterly and shook his head, revealing a bit of helplessness and determination between his eyebrows. Although it was not the first time he faced such a large army of death, the scene in front of him was so rare that he couldn't help but secretly smack his lips.

Ling Xiao knew very well that with his own strength, he might be able to deal with them one by one, but it would be a long and exhausting battle, and he would most likely end up exhausted and at the mercy of others.