Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

The two walked to the center of the hall one after the other, and first respectfully bowed to the Holy Lord and the Empress Qian Feng to express their respect. Then, they each found a seat and sat down, quietly waiting for the next agenda.

The Holy Lord's eyes swept over the two people, and nodded slightly to show his approval. Qian Feng still maintained her cold and beautiful face, but there was a hint of vigilance and scrutiny in her eyes. She knew very well that the heads of these business houses were not simple characters. Each of them had strong strength and deep background. In this martial arts world, strength is the root of everything.

The fourth person who came here was Yang Meng, the owner of Huangquan Bulao Mountain. He was dressed in a black robe, and the corners of the robe swayed gently in the wind, revealing an extraordinary temperament. His face was cold and deep, as if he could see through everything in the world.

At this time, there were still three empty seats, quietly waiting for the arrival of subsequent visitors. The atmosphere in the hall became more solemn because of Yang Meng's appearance. Everyone cast their gazes, full of curiosity and awe about his identity and strength.

Not long after, the Palace Master Long Yingtian appeared. He was dressed in a golden robe, wearing a crown on his head, with steady and powerful steps, exuding a majestic and noble aura. His seat was closer to the front, even just a little lower than the Holy Lord, which was enough to show his status and strength in the Demon Suppression Mansion.

The appearance of Long Yingtian changed the atmosphere in the hall again. Everyone stood up and saluted him to show respect. Long Yingtian smiled and nodded, motioning everyone to sit down, and then slowly walked to his seat and sat down.

The sixth person also arrived after a few breaths. This was an old man dressed like an old farmer. He was dressed in coarse cloth, wearing a bamboo hat, and his face was full of traces of time. He carried a box on his back, which was tightly wrapped in black cloth. I don't know what good things are hidden inside.

The old man walked slowly into the hall, his eyes swept over everyone, and finally stopped at the Holy Lord. He smiled and took a deep breath, and said in a hoarse and powerful voice: "Old man, am I here in time?"

The Holy Lord frowned, his eyes stayed on the old man for a moment, but in the end he said nothing.

He knew very well that although the old man was not good-looking, he was a tough guy, and even he didn't want to offend him. After all, in the martial arts world, strength is the root of everything, and this old man obviously has a good strength and background.

Seeing this, the old man didn't care about the reaction of the Holy Lord, and found a seat and sat down.

"Okay, everyone is here." The voice of the Holy Lord echoed in the hall, his voice was deep and powerful, as if it could penetrate all obstacles and reach everyone's heart.

His eyes swept over everyone, and after confirming that it was correct, he continued: "The remaining guy is not in the Demon Suppression Mansion now, so he can't come. In this case, let's start talking about business."

As he spoke, the Holy Lord's eyes suddenly turned to the Mansion Master Long Yingtian, and his eyes revealed a hint of playfulness and scrutiny. He slowly said, "Long Yingtian, I heard that your son Long Chen was very close to Ling Xiao? Is this true?"

Long Yingtian's eyelids slightly raised, and his eyes met with the Holy Lord, as if they were competing silently.

He smiled faintly, with a bit of disdain and confidence in his tone: "Holy Lord, you are joking. My son Long Chen has never left the Demon Suppression Mansion, so how could he know Ling Xiao? This nonsense is probably a rumor spread deliberately by someone."

The Holy Lord heard this, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. His voice instantly became cold and majestic:

"Oh, in this case, then this Holy Lord will believe you for the time being. But you must remember, if this Holy Lord finds out that your son Long Chen has an affair with Ling Xiao, or secretly helps the evil, then don't blame the Holy Hall for being unfavorable to him. In the martial arts world, strength determines everything, but rules are equally important. Once the rules are violated, they will be severely punished."

At this point, the Holy Lord's eyes swept over everyone again, as if he wanted to see through everyone's mind. His voice was low and powerful, as if he was warning, and as if he was reminding.

"Dare you touch my son?" Long Yingtian's voice was low and firm, and every word seemed to contain a thousand pounds of power. His face was as cold as ice, and his eyes were fixed on the Holy Lord, with unquestionable determination and anger flashing in his eyes.

In the Holy Hall, the tense atmosphere froze instantly at this moment. The faces of Qian Feng and others all sank, and their eyes moved back and forth between Long Yingtian and the Holy Lord, secretly speculating in their hearts how this sudden confrontation would end.

They knew very well that once the Palace Master Long Yingtian of the Demon Suppression Mansion got angry, the consequences would be disastrous.

The Holy Lord's face was also gloomy. He looked at Long Yingtian indifferently, and his voice was full of unquestionable majesty: "Long Yingtian, what are you going to do? Don't forget, this is the Holy Hall, not a place for you to run wild!"

However, Long Yingtian seemed not to hear the Holy Lord's words at all. His eyes were still fixed on the other party, and the air around his body seemed to become heavy and oppressive at this moment.

Boom!

At this moment, the entire Holy Hall suddenly trembled violently, as if it was shaken by an invisible force. Then, countless ground began to crack, rubble splashed, and dust flew. Everyone in the temple changed color. They knew that Long Yingtian was accumulating strength and preparing to launch an attack.

"Long Yingtian!" The Holy Lord's voice suddenly rose, with an irresistible majesty. Then, a powerful breath swept out from his body, rushing towards Long Yingtian like a violent storm. This breath contained endless martial arts will and power, as if to completely suppress Long Yingtian.

Long Yingtian glanced at the breath surging towards him indifferently, without any fear or retreat in his eyes. A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he was mocking the other party's arrogance. Then, he slowly raised his palm and slapped it lightly.

Boom!

With this slap, the originally aggressive breath instantly shattered, as if it encountered an irresistible force and disintegrated instantly.

At the same time, a more powerful force gushed out from Long Yingtian's palm like a volcanic eruption, sweeping towards the temple below. This power contained endless anger and unwillingness, as if to destroy the entire temple.

"Is this going to destroy the temple?" Everyone in the temple changed color. They had never seen such a powerful force, and they had never thought that Long Yingtian would be so crazy.

However, at the moment when this force was about to touch the temple, the Holy Lord's face was as gloomy as water. He raised his hand and flicked it forward gently, as if he was plucking an invisible string.