Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

"Furthermore, Ling Xiao can easily destroy the Ji family and the Jiang family with a single treasure. The power of such a treasure is truly astonishing.

Just imagine, if these artifacts fall into the hands of Yang Meng, combined with the foundation and resources of Huangquan Bulao Mountain, their strength will increase by leaps and bounds in a short period of time, and they may one day surpass our Empress Palace in the future. By then, the structure of the Demon Suppression Mansion will be completely changed, and the majesty and status of the Empress Palace will also be challenged like never before. "

Shangguan Wan'er's words were full of deep worries about the unknown future. She knew that in this world where the strong were respected, any oversight could lead to irreparable consequences. Therefore, she took the initiative to ask for help, hoping to solve the problems of the Empress Palace.

"Ms. Empress, you bear the honor and disgrace of the entire Empress Palace, so naturally you should not take risks easily. However, my subordinates are willing to come forward and meet Ling Xiao in person to find out what he is and what he is, and at the same time give him a warning. Let him know that the Empress Palace is not something he can provoke at will."

Shangguan Wan'er's tone was full of confidence and determination. She believed in her own strength and believed that the power of the Empress Palace was enough to cope with any challenge. She looked firmly at Empress Qianfeng, waiting for her final decision.

Qianfeng's eyes lightly glanced at Shangguan Wan'er. His eyes contained expectations for his descendants and unquestionable majesty.

She spoke slowly. Although her voice was soft, her words were clear, as if they could penetrate people's hearts: "Treasures are certainly the help that warriors dream of, but in this world where the strong are respected, only the improvement of one's own strength is the most important thing." The basis for establishing a foothold. Regarding Ling Xiao’s matter, I have my own concerns, so you don’t have to worry too much.”

Speaking of this, Qian Feng's eyes flashed with a subtle meaning, and she seemed to have more profound considerations about Ling Xiao's movements.

Then, she changed the topic and her tone became more gentle and encouraging: "Wan'er, you are the most dazzling genius of our generation in the Empress Palace. Your potential and talent are unmatched by anyone. As the future empress, I will I do intend to pass it on to you, but before that, you need to go through more hardships and challenges before you can take on this important responsibility."

"The Graveyard of Ten Thousand Demons is a dangerous place, but it is also a training ground for practitioners. I order you to set off tomorrow, not only to improve your strength, but also to learn more about martial arts there. and the true meaning of life." Qianfeng's words were full of trust and expectation for Shangguan Wan'er.

Upon hearing this, Shangguan Wan'er felt a surge of complicated emotions in her heart. She is grateful for the cultivation and trust of the empress Qianfeng, but also feels uneasy about the unknown challenges she is about to face. She wanted to talk more, trying to persuade Qianfeng to let her participate in Lingxiao's matter, but when she spoke, she was interrupted by Qianfeng's unquestionable eyes.

"Empress..." Shangguan Wan'er called softly, with a hint of unwillingness and helplessness in her voice. However, Qian Feng just shook his head slightly. His actions showed his understanding of Shangguan Wan'er and his determination that could not be disobeyed.

"Are you going to disobey me?" Although Qianfeng's voice was soft, it was like thunder, exploding in Shangguan Wan'er's heart. She trembled suddenly, lowered her head quickly, and replied respectfully: "I don't dare."

"That's good." Qianfeng nodded with satisfaction, then waved his hand to signal Shangguan Wan'er to step back, "Go and get ready, and leave for the Ten Thousand Demons Cemetery early tomorrow morning. Remember, you still have a long way to go. There is no need to rush. As for Ling Xiao, if he is really capable, someone will take care of him. If the temple doesn't move, we don't have to act rashly."

Although Shangguan Wan'er still had many doubts and unwillingness in her heart, under Qian Feng's unquestionable order, she could only silently accept the order, turned around and exited the hall.

Although her steps were steady, her back looked a little lonely and heavy, as if she was carrying a heavy burden. However, she knew that this was the only way for her to grow, and it was also a solid step towards her becoming the empress.

…

At almost the same moment, the sun gently fell on the holy land of Zhenmo Mansion that was surrounded by rich spiritual energy. This was the core of Zhenmo Mansion - the holy church. It was towering and shrouded in clouds and mist, as if it were the purest place in the world. All the energy is gathered here, giving this ancient palace a mysterious and solemn brilliance.

Inside the temple, the spacious hall was carefully arranged to prepare for the most grand martial arts event of the year - the final battle of the Grand Competition.

The four walls are inlaid with bright gems, which complement the natural light coming from the window, making the entire space appear both brilliant and solemn. The air was filled with the faint fragrance of herbs and the nervous and excited atmosphere of the monks, every bit of which foreshadowed the upcoming fierce battle.

The participants in this competition were all young talents carefully cultivated by the Holy Church and gifted with extraordinary talents. They were dressed in uniform clothes with the emblems of their respective families or sects embroidered on their lapels, which looked particularly dazzling under the light. .

At this moment, the faces of these proud men who were usually aloof were filled with desire for victory and respect for their opponents.

As the competition came to an end, the atmosphere became increasingly tense and solemn. Ten outstanding young men, like ten bright stars, sat around an old man with white hair and wise eyes under the attention of everyone.

This old man was a highly respected elder in the church. He had witnessed the rise and fall of countless talents in his life. He had both expectations and worries about the upcoming decisive battle.

"Elder, I heard rumors that a young man named Ling Xiao has been very popular recently and has been acting quite flamboyantly. I wonder what it would be like if he really competed with us?" A young man couldn't help but break the silence. His voice was full of curiosity about the unknown strong man and confidence in his own strength.

The other young men also cast curious glances at him. Obviously, this young man named Ling Xiao has aroused their interest and attention. The old man smiled slightly, and a deep light flashed in his eyes, as if he was recalling something, and seemed to be evaluating something.

The old man was wearing a flawless white robe, with sleeves fluttering, as if he was not stained with dust, showing his extraordinary identity.

His face was cold and his eyes were deep, as if he could see through everything in the world, and the well-groomed goatee added a bit of immortality. His aura was powerful and restrained, and the slightest bit of it that leaked out inadvertently made the surrounding air tremble slightly, revealing his profound cultivation and strength that should not be underestimated.

He slowly turned around and looked at the girl who was asking questions. Those eyes seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts and look directly into the depths of their souls.

But the girl didn't seem to be afraid, and there seemed to be a bit of provocation in her eyes, because in terms of strength, the girl was not afraid of this old man at all.