Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Ling Xiao nodded secretly, feeling more wary of this mysterious man from Fu Zun Mansion, and also a little more respectful.

After flying for about half an hour, they finally arrived at the top of a towering mountain. On the top of the mountain, clouds and mist linger, like a fairyland.

There, stood a middle-aged man, wearing a gorgeous python robe, colorful, in sharp contrast with the surrounding mountains. The middle-aged man's back was upright and aloof, with his hands behind his back and his back to them, as if the whole world could not attract his attention.

However, it was this otherworldly temperament and the kingly aura that inadvertently exuded from him that made Ling Xiao's face become solemn.

He stared at the middle-aged man, feeling unprecedented pressure in his heart. This pressure does not come from the other party's words or actions, but from the indescribable coercion on the other party, like an invisible mountain, which makes people feel awe.

Ling Xiao could feel that this middle-aged man's strength was unfathomable and he was definitely one of the strongest people he had ever seen. Perhaps, among the people he had met so far, only the Demon Soul King could Compare it to that.

Thinking of this, Ling Xiao couldn't help but secretly sigh, the road to martial arts is indeed vast and boundless, with strong people emerging in large numbers. He adjusted his breathing, tried to calm the fluctuations in his heart, and prepared for whatever might happen next.

Lord of the mansion!

This name exploded like thunder in Ling Xiao's heart, and he instantly thought of the three top powers in the martial arts world - the Holy Hall, the Fu Zun Mansion and the Empress Palace.

The middle-aged man in front of him exuded a kingly aura and extraordinary strength, making him almost certain that this man was the helmsman of Fu Zun Mansion, Fu Zun Long Yingtian.

A flash of shock and awe flashed in Ling Xiao's eyes, and then he regained his composure. He knew that in this martial arts world where the strong were respected, any exposure of emotions could become a fatal weakness. He adjusted his mentality and prepared for the next conversation.

"Sir, Ling Xiao is here." The voice of the man in black armor sounded at the right time. He took a step forward and bowed in salute. His posture was respectful yet majestic, perfectly showing the demeanor of a subordinate of the Fu Zunfu.

The middle-aged man slowly turned around, his deep eyes seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts. He looked at Ling Xiao with a smile. There was both the kindness of the elders and the confidence and calmness of the strong in his smile.

"Introducing myself, Long Yingtian, the Lord of the Demon-Suppressing Mansion, is also the father of your brother Long Chen." His words were calm and powerful, and every word was clearly passed into Ling Xiao's ears, making him feel a Inexplicable kindness and pressure coexist.

Hearing this, Ling Xiao felt a surge of complicated emotions in his heart. He was both proud that Long Chen had such a powerful father, but also felt nervous that he was about to have a conversation with this giant in the martial arts world.

He took a deep breath to stabilize his mind, then solemnly clasped his fists and saluted, "The key to the Underworld's Everlasting Mountain must have been given to me by Master Fu Zun last time, right?"

Long Yingtian's smile became even brighter, and he nodded gently, as if everything was under his control.

"It's just a small matter! Little brother is a cheerful person, and I won't beat around the bush. I called little brother today because I want to discuss some things with you." There was a kind of sincerity and expectation in his tone, which made Ling Xiao feel a sense of sincerity and expectation. A feeling of being valued.

"Senior, please speak." Ling Xiao responded respectfully, his tone full of respect and understanding for Long Yingtian. He knew very well that no matter what the other party's purpose was, the mere fact that the other party was the father of his good brother Long Chen was enough for him to let go of his guard and treat him with courtesy.

Long Yingtian smiled slightly, and that smile contained both the love of a father and the calmness of a strong martial artist.

"Actually, it's not a big deal." He said lightly, but his deep eyes shone with seriousness and seriousness that could not be ignored.

"First of all, I hope you don't reveal your acquaintance with my son Long Chen outside. Can you understand this? Now that you are in the Demon Suppressing Mansion, due to various reasons, your reputation is not so bright. I don't want it to be because of my My son, I will be unnecessarily implicated again.”

When Ling Xiao heard this, a warm current surged in his heart. He naturally understands Long Yingtian's worries and concerns. As a father, he is willing to protect his son from all storms, even if it means sacrificing some personal emotions and connections.

Ling Xiao nodded lightly, his voice firm and sincere: "Understood! Senior, don't worry, although I, Ling Xiao, am not a saint, I know how to repay kindness, and I will never bring any trouble to Brother Long Chen because of myself."

"Understood!" Ling Xiao's response contained deep resonance, and his eyes revealed his understanding of Long Yingtian's deep love as a father.

Of course he understands that in this martial arts world where the strong are respected and interests come first, Long Yingtian, as the leader of a force, has too many considerations and responsibilities.

Protecting his son from outside disturbances and preventing him from falling into endless fights and dangers because of himself is a choice that any father would make.

"To put it simply, Senior Long Yingtian doesn't want Brother Long Chen to offend those complicated forces and powerful people because of me, so that he becomes the target of public criticism."

Ling Xiao silently added in his heart, this understanding made him respect Long Yingtian even more. He knows very well how lucky and rare it is to have such a father who can protect his son from the wind and rain in this world full of competition and calculation.

A warm smile appeared on Ling Xiao's face, and he continued: "Even if you don't say it, I will do it. After all, Long Chen is my good brother, and his safety is equally important to me.

I will never let him be implicated because of me, so you can rest assured about this."

His tone was sincere and firm, and every word revealed his cherishment and protection of this friendship.

Long Yingtian's smile became even more intense when he heard it. He seemed to see the shadow of his son in Ling Xiao's words, and his loyalty and righteousness to his friends made him feel relieved and proud.

"That's good." He patted Ling Xiao's shoulder gently, as if conveying a silent affirmation and encouragement, "I know my son has a good vision, and he has no mistakes with your friend."

At this moment, a subtle tacit understanding and trust seemed to be established between the two. Although they are not blood relatives, in this deep friendship and mutual understanding, they seem to have become an indispensable part of each other's lives.

The sun shines on them, adding a bit of warmth and light to this warm and touching scene.

"So, Senior, what is the other thing you are talking about?" Ling Xiao's eyes flickered with curiosity and expectation. He knew that Long Yingtian, as the helmsman of Fuzun Mansion, must be referring to something extraordinary.