Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

The old man knew very well that if something unexpected happened to her due to impulse, it would be a huge irreparable loss, and he would never allow such a situation to happen.

As the horn of Dabi blew again, the entire venue was once again filled with an atmosphere of tension and anticipation. The warriors took their positions one after another, preparing to face the next challenge.

In the midst of this commotion, the space behind the old man suddenly experienced subtle fluctuations, and a golden light quietly emerged, condensing into an illusory figure.

This figure has a tall and straight figure, a handsome face, and is dressed in a gleaming golden robe. He looks like a god of war descending from the sky, carrying an indescribable majesty and dignity.

"Holy Lord!" The old man was shocked when he saw this, and he quickly bowed and saluted, his tone full of awe and loyalty. The surrounding warriors also cast surprised glances. They were both curious and full of awe for this mysterious young man who suddenly appeared.

"No need." The young man spoke calmly. Although his voice was soft, it was like spring breeze turning into rain, warm yet majestic. He waved his hand gently, indicating that the old man did not need to be polite.

"You have done a good job. You really need to be cautious when dealing with people like Ling Xiao. Although the younger generation is aggressive, they are still inexperienced and should not take risks easily. To deal with him, we still need strong men from the older generation to personally Take action."

The young man's words revealed a profound wisdom and determination, which made the old man feel his precise grasp of the situation and his thoughtful consideration for the future of the church.

"Are you going to touch Ling Xiao?" The old man couldn't hide the excitement in his voice, and his eyes were shining with the flame of revenge. He knew very well that the name Ling Xiao was more than just a name for the East China Sea Temple. It symbolized shame and hatred.

The lives that fell in the churches of the Southern Territory and the Northern Territory were like heavy chains, binding their hearts and reminding them of the hatred they could not forget.

"This person acts in a flamboyant and arrogant way. He dares to be so arrogant in the East China Sea. He is simply asking for death." The old man gritted his teeth and continued, "His killing of our temple warriors, regardless of his identity, is a provocation to the majesty of our temple. .

What's more, he also possesses a treasure that has attracted the covetousness of all forces. Even Yang Meng, the owner of Huangquan Bulao Mountain, came to the temple in person to complain. Martial arts families such as the Ji family and Jiang family, as well as businesses such as Bada Trading Company and Sitong Trading Company The giants also came one after another, demanding an explanation from our church.

As the leader of the martial arts world, our Holy Church cannot sit idly by and take on the responsibility of maintaining justice and order. "

The Holy Lord's voice was calm and firm, but with unquestionable power: "Yes, this matter is related to the face and dignity of our church and must be handled properly.

But more importantly, after our investigation, we found that this person is actually a demon cultivator, a cancer lurking in the dark and trying to subvert the martial arts world.

The demon cultivators and our temple are natural enemies, and their existence is a huge threat to the entire martial arts world. Therefore, for whatever reason, this person must die to avoid future troubles. "

Having said this, the Holy Lord's eyes became extremely cold, as if he could penetrate the void and look directly at Ling Xiao. In his words, there was both a firm belief in the future of the temple and a deep hatred and intolerance towards the demonic cultivators.

At this moment, he was no longer the gentle young man, but became a staunch guardian of the peace of the martial arts world.

"The Holy Lord is wise, but who should he send?" The old man's words contained admiration for the Holy Lord's decision, but also a hint of curiosity and worry. He knew very well that to deal with a strong man like Ling Xiao, he had to send out a force that could match him, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

The Holy Lord nodded slightly, and a flash of determination flashed in his eyes: "Since we want to kill this person, we must go all out and make no mistakes. I have ordered the fourth bishop to go in person. He is a strong man at the peak of the Tianhe Realm, and he will definitely be able to complete it. Task."

After saying this, the figure of the Holy Lord seemed to blend into the air and disappeared quietly, leaving only a faint lingering sound echoing in the air.

"The fourth bishop!" When the old man heard this, he couldn't help but feel shocked, with a look of disbelief on his face. He is well aware of the status and strength of the fourth bishop in the church, which is enough to intimidate any party.

Now, the Holy Lord actually sent him to deal with Ling Xiao, which shows how seriously he takes this matter. The old man couldn't help but secretly sigh that the Holy Lord's move undoubtedly dropped a shock bomb to the entire martial arts world.

As time passed, the competition in the temple slowly came to an end. In this competition that brought together countless young talents, Xiao Ruolin finally won the third place with her outstanding strength and tenacity.

However, she seemed a little annoyed about this result. Standing on the podium, looking at the two trophies in front of her that symbolized higher honors, Xiao Ruolin's eyes flashed with a trace of unwillingness and regret.

She knew that she could have done better, but she missed the opportunity to go further because of some minor mistakes. This feeling of frustration was like a huge stone weighing on her heart, making it difficult for her to let go.

"If I can get the treasure from Ling Xiao, I will definitely be the first in the competition." Xiao Ruolin's eyes flashed with determination, and her words revealed an undoubted confidence.

She knew very well that the gap between herself and the first place was not due to the disparity in strength, but the lack of a treasure in her hand that could determine victory or defeat. This regret, like a sharp blade, cut into her heart and inspired her desire for Ling Xiao's treasure.

When Xiao Ruofeng saw this, he felt extremely anxious. He knew very well that his sister's temper would not change easily once she decided something.

He hurried forward and grabbed Xiao Ruolin's sleeve, with a bit of pleading and worry in his voice: "Sister, do you really want to go find Ling Xiao? But the elders have warned us not to act rashly. . The forces behind Ling Xiao are complex, what if..."

Xiao Ruolin stopped, turned around, and glared at Xiao Ruofeng with a burning gaze.

There was both love for her brother and unquestionable determination in her eyes: "You have two choices now. The first is to follow me and face unknown challenges together; the second is to stay here, but please close your door." "Don't let those unnecessary worries shake my determination."

Xiao Ruofeng looked at his elder sister's firm eyes. Although he was reluctant in his heart, he also understood that he could not change her decision. He sighed helplessly, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, but then he became firm again.

He knew very well that he could not be a burden to his elder sister, but should be her strongest support. So, he nodded, followed Xiao Ruolin, and embarked on this unknown and challenging road.

The two walked one behind the other through the corridors of the church. The sunlight shone on them through the windows, adding a bit of warmth to the tense atmosphere.