Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

The air around them suddenly stopped, and even time seemed to freeze at this moment. The originally unstoppable force also began to disappear little by little at this moment, as if it was swallowed by some mysterious power.

However, just when everyone thought that the crisis had been resolved, Long Yingtian suddenly punched out. His fist was wrapped in endless wind and thunder, like a meteor that cut through the sky, aiming directly at the Holy Lord.

The Holy Lord's face suddenly changed at this moment. He obviously did not expect Long Yingtian to be so bold and attack him directly.

A trace of astonishment and anger flashed in his eyes. Is this guy really crazy? However, there was no time to think about it at this time. The Holy Lord also punched out, and the fist wind was sharp, like a violent storm, and collided with Long Yingtian's fist in the air.

Boom!

The fists of the two people collided violently in the air, like two stars colliding, bursting out with dazzling light and terrifying power fluctuations.

This force was brewing in the hall, as if it was going to tear the entire space apart, but in the end it miraculously disappeared, leaving only a faint aftermath in the air.

It was an evenly matched fight!

Long Yingtian slowly stood up at this time, his eyes were like torches, staring directly at the Holy Lord, with an unquestionable firmness in his tone: "I think you are the Holy Lord, you are the Holy Lord, but if you dare to touch my son's hair, I promise to destroy your temple at all costs. There will be no chickens and dogs left here, and no grass will grow!"

His voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to contain a thousand pounds of power, which made people involuntarily feel awe. After saying this, his figure had disappeared in the hall like a ghost, leaving only a trace of afterimage flickering in the air.

Since the topic of this meeting was to deal with Ling Xiao, and he, Long Yingtian, had already stated his position and determination, then there was no need for him to attend this meeting. He was going to find his son and ensure his safety.

Inside the hall, the Holy Lord's face was extremely ugly. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his upper and lower teeth clenched, as if he was trying his best to suppress the anger and unwillingness in his heart.

He had never thought that Long Yingtian would be so bold as to attack him directly, and he never thought that he would be forced into such a situation by a junior in this martial arts world.

"Holy Lord, is this meeting still open?" Qian Feng's voice sounded at this time. She asked lightly, with a hint of subtle sarcasm and gloating in her tone. She seemed to be very happy to see the Holy Lord, who was usually high and mighty, being humiliated, which greatly reduced his image in her heart.

"Of course it will be open!" The Holy Lord's voice echoed in the hall, with unquestionable majesty.

He withdrew his gaze from the direction where Long Yingtian disappeared, and instead scanned the people in the hall, and continued: "He Long Yingtian is unwilling to participate, so he doesn't have to participate in the future. Our Holy Hall will not stagnate because of the absence of one person. As for the position of the Palace Master of the Demon Suppression Palace, it cannot be left vacant for long. Among you, one of you will surely stand out in the future and become the new Palace Master."

The words of the Holy Lord were full of deep meaning, as if hinting at something. His eyes stayed on Qian Feng and others for a moment, as if observing their reactions and thoughts.

Qian Feng and others showed different expressions on their faces. Some showed expectation and desire, as if they were determined to get the position of Palace Master; some showed caution and vigilance, as if they were thinking about the deep meaning of the Holy Lord's words and the possible consequences.

The Holy Lord looked at their reactions, and a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He knew very well that these people were not easy to deal with, and everyone had their own ambitions and calculations.

But this is exactly what he expected, because only after fierce competition and contest can we select people with real ability and strength to serve as the position of the Lord of the Demon Suppression Mansion.

"Okay, let's get back to the point." The voice of the Holy Lord sounded again, pulling everyone's thoughts back to reality, "Our topic today is about how to deal with Ling Xiao. Although Long Yingtian has left, his threat still exists. We can't relax our vigilance because of one person's absence. We must go all out to ensure the smooth progress of the plan."

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After leaving the Holy Hall, Long Yingtian walked through several busy streets with firm steps, and finally came to a tavern that seemed inconspicuous but revealed an ancient atmosphere.

The tavern was full of people, but Long Yingtian seemed to be isolated from all this. He found a seat by the window and sat down, looking at the bustling crowd outside the window with a serious look, but thinking about the next plan in his heart.

About half an hour later, a slight sound of footsteps broke Long Yingtian's meditation. He looked up and saw an old man carrying a box slowly walked into the tavern.

The old man was thin, but his steps were steady, and his eyes were shining with wisdom. He was Master Lu, whom Long Yingtian respected very much in the martial arts world.

Seeing this, Long Yingtian immediately stood up to greet him, with a respectful look on his face: "Master Lu, you are here." There was a bit of excitement and expectation in his voice, as if he saw hope of solving the current dilemma.

Master Lu nodded slightly, his eyes stayed on Long Yingtian for a moment, then sighed and said: "You were too impulsive just now. Now is not the time for the Fuzun Mansion to fall out with the Holy Hall. You should know that the strength of the Holy Hall is extraordinary. Once it really falls out, the consequences will be disastrous."

Long Yingtian's face sank slightly when he heard this, but then he regained his calm.

He took a deep breath and said firmly: "It doesn't matter. No one can touch my son. Whoever touches my son, I will kill him. Even if it costs me everything, I will not hesitate. I should have left with his mother. Now I am alive just to protect my son."

At this point, a trace of determination and sadness flashed in Long Yingtian's eyes.

He seemed to have returned to the painful moment of losing his wife, and his heart was filled with endless anger and unwillingness. But even so, he never gave up the protection and promise to his son. This determination and persistence moved Master Lu.

Master Lu looked at Long Yingtian, and a trace of complex expression flashed in his eyes. He knew Long Yingtian's character and personality very well, and he also understood why he was so impulsive and resolute.

But he knew more clearly that the current situation could not tolerate any mistakes or impulses. So, he patted Long Yingtian on the shoulder and said earnestly: "I know how you feel, but you must calm down. Only by thinking calmly can you find a solution to the problem."

"This is why I asked Master Lu to come here, to help me protect Ling Xiao!" Long Yingtian's voice was filled with a hint of pleading and determination. His eyes were deep, as if he had seen the possible crisis in the future, and Ling Xiao's safety was what he was most concerned about at the moment.