Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Ling Xiao's eyes flashed with an unyielding light, which was a cherishment of life and an accurate analysis of his own fate.

Hearing this, Yang Meng's mouth twitched slightly, and a trace of surprise and admiration flashed in his eyes.

He did not expect that Ling Xiao could so keenly perceive the trap behind his proposal. This kind of mind and insight is rare among the younger generation. He was silent for a moment, as if re-examining the seemingly young but extremely cunning opponent in front of him.

"......" After a short silence, Yang Meng finally spoke, and his voice was more solemn and serious. He knew that facing such an opponent, any underestimation would be a fatal mistake.

"Indeed, the conditions I proposed, in a sense, did increase the difficulty of your survival." Yang Meng admitted frankly, his eyes were deep, as if he could see through people's hearts.

"But I never thought that you would point this out so directly and reject my "good intentions". Ling Xiao, you are smarter than I thought."

Speaking of this, Yang Meng couldn't help but chuckle. In that chuckle, there was both recognition of Ling Xiao and self-mockery of his own negligence. "However, this is exactly the opponent I expect. If you agree easily, it will make me feel boring."

He changed the subject and his tone became firm and resolute:

"In this case, let's fight! Although I, Yang Meng, am not a war-loving person, I can no longer remain silent in the face of an opponent like you. If you can escape from my pursuit, then the grudge between us will be forgiven from now on. This is my promise to you."

After speaking, Yang Meng's aura suddenly rose, and a strong pressure emanated from his body, compressing the surrounding air as if it were solidified. His eyes were like torches, tightly locking onto Ling Xiao, like a beast ready to pounce on its prey at any time.

"You're letting bygones be bygones? Haha, I'll still settle accounts with you." Ling Xiao's sneer carried a hint of barely perceptible anger and determination. His eyes were like torches, staring straight at Yang Meng, as if to penetrate the other's soul.

"What you did to Zhu'er is like a brand engraved in my heart. Whenever it's late at night, the anger is like a wildfire, and it can't be calmed down. As long as you, the culprit, are still alive, my fire of revenge will never go out."

Yang Meng's face darkened instantly when he heard this. He didn't expect Ling Xiao to be so obsessed with past grievances that he would even risk his life.

"Good boy, I thought you were young and promising, so I wanted to let you go, but you hold a grudge like this, so I can only kill you and end this grudge." His voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, revealing a strong murderous intent.

As the words fell, the anger in Yang Meng's chest seemed to be ignited and burned fiercely. It was not only anger towards Ling Xiao, but also self-blame and unwillingness for himself as the master of Huangquan Bulao Mountain, but he failed to protect his disciples.

He felt an unprecedented humiliation, as if Ling Xiao's refusal was a trampling on his dignity.

"I don't need you to let me go, because in this martial arts world, only strength can determine life and death." Ling Xiao shook his head, revealing an unquestionable confidence and pride in his tone.

He knew that facing a strong man like Yang Meng, any retreat and begging for mercy would be futile, and only by trying his best could there be a glimmer of hope.

"In this case, then die!" Yang Meng shouted angrily, as if thunder was rolling in the sky, shaking the air around him.

The aura around him reached at this moment, and the terrifying power was like a mountain torrent, sweeping across the entire battlefield. He suddenly jumped up, like a tiger pouncing on its prey, with a devastating momentum, and pounced on Ling Xiao.

That terrible aura, like a dark cloud, weighed heavily on Ling Xiao, making it almost impossible for him to straighten his spine. His legs trembled unconsciously, as if carrying a heavy weight.

At this moment, he felt an unprecedented shock and awe in his heart. He finally realized that the strength of Yang Meng in front of him was far beyond all his previous imagination.

Ling Xiao's eyes flashed with a trace of astonishment and unwillingness. He recalled that the Tianhe Realm masters he had seen in the past, even at their peak, had never brought him such a strong sense of oppression.

This was not only a gap in strength, but also an insurmountable gap between realms. He had to admit that Yang Meng was indeed a real Tianren Realm master, a realm he had dreamed of but was out of reach.

This pressure was not only a display of strength, but also a crushing of martial arts will, which made Ling Xiao feel the huge gap between himself and the real masters.

He gritted his teeth and resisted falling down. His eyes flashed with an unyielding light. He secretly vowed that one day, he would reach such a height, or even surpass it.

In the distance of the battlefield, Long Yingtian and the black-armored man stood quietly. Their eyes crossed the distance and fell on the two people in the fierce battle.

The black-armored man's face was solemn, and his tone was a little worried: "This Yang Meng is indeed as rumored, he is undoubtedly a strong man in the realm of heaven and man. Mansion Lord, should we help him? Ling Xiao and the young master have a deep friendship. If he dies here today, the young master's martial arts heart will be covered with an indelible shadow."

Long Yingtian shook his head gently, his eyes flashing with deep wisdom and trust. He slowly said: "Do you think that Ling Xiao is the kind of fool who does not know the height of the sky and the depth of the earth and acts blindly?" As he spoke, his tone was filled with a hint of imperceptible pride and expectation.

The black-armored man was stunned when he heard this, then he reacted and shook his head and replied: "No! How could the young master's friend be a mediocre person." Although there was some uncertainty in his voice, it was more of recognition and awe of Ling Xiao's potential.

"Since it's not, then we don't need to worry too much." Long Yingtian raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth and continued.

"Since he dared to face a strong man like Yang Meng, he must have his own plans and trump cards. As bystanders, we just need to wait quietly and believe that he can create his own miracle."

At this moment, the atmosphere on the battlefield was extremely tense, and even the air seemed to be frozen. In the distance, Yang Meng's figure stood still like a mountain. Suddenly, he waved his arm and condensed a palm with all his strength.

This palm was too domineering and too shocking! It seemed to carry the will of heaven and earth, with irresistible power, like the sky turned upside down, and smashed towards Ling Xiao fiercely.

The surrounding space seemed to have lost its color at this moment, leaving only that dazzling palm shadow and the terrifying power that followed, like the coming of doomsday.

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