Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Having said this, Hua Shan gently put the towel in her hand on Ling Xiao's forehead, her movements gentle and meticulous. Her eyes were full of care and love, as if she was taking care of a long-lost relative.

Ling Xiao lay there quietly, feeling the warmth and care from Huashan, and her heart was filled with gratitude and happiness.

"Thank you!" Ling Xiao's voice was filled with sincerity and gratitude. He paused for a moment, as if he was thinking about something, and then he casually took out a sword from his side. The sword's blade shone with a faint cold light, exuding an extraordinary aura.

"I noticed before that the sword you used was only a mere Earth Master level, which was really shabby. This low-grade Tianzun level sword was accidentally obtained by me during a previous experience. It is not of much use to me. , just give it to you.”

Ling Xiao's words revealed a kind of open-mindedness and generosity. He knew well that wealth should not be exposed, but at this moment, he was more willing to trust his own intuition and judgment. In his opinion, if one can clearly see a person's character through a sword, then the effort is worth it.

What's more, he deeply trusted Hua Shan.

Recalling that when she was in trouble before, Hua Shan clearly had the opportunity to escape, but she resolutely chose to stay. How could this courage and responsibility be shaken by a mere sword?

However, facing Ling Xiao's generous gift, Hua Shan waved her hands repeatedly, her face full of surprise and rejection. "No, this is too expensive. I really can't have it." There was a bit of determination and shyness in her voice, and she was obviously shocked by Ling Xiao's generous gift.

Hua Shan's eyes were fixed on the sword, a trace of envy and desire flashed in her eyes, but she soon regained her composure.

She knew that this gift was too precious for her to accept. In her opinion, true friendship and care cannot be measured by material things, and she has deeply felt Ling Xiao's sincerity.

"Sister Hua, you must accept this sword." Ling Xiao's tone was unquestionable. He gently pushed the sword into Hua Shan's palm and continued, "If you don't accept it, I will also take it." Instead of selling it, it’s better to let it stay with you and help you kill more enemies.”

Hua Shan still wanted to refuse, but Ling Xiao's eyes revealed a power that could not be refused, which made her waver. Just as she was hesitating, there was a sudden knock on the door. The sound was clear and powerful, interrupting her thoughts.

Hua Shan reacted subconsciously and quickly put the sword in her hand into the storage ring with quick and skillful movements. She took a deep breath, calmed down, and then said softly: "Come in!"

As she finished speaking, the door slowly opened, and a tall man with a resolute face walked in from the outside, it was Bai Sha.

His appearance instantly made the atmosphere in the room tense, especially when she saw the mottled scars on his body, Hua Shan's expression couldn't help but change.

"You're injured!" Hua Shan's tone was filled with urgency and worry. Obviously, she had an extremely close relationship with Bai Sha and was very concerned about his safety.

Seeing this, Bai Sha raised an indifferent smile at the corner of his mouth, shook his head slightly and said: "It's okay, Sister Hua, it was just a fight with the Soul Clan. Although I was slightly injured, the opponent was ten times worse than me. , so don’t worry.”

He spoke easily, but Hua Shan could feel the imperceptible tenacity and bravery in his words. She knew that Bai Sha must have gone through a thrilling battle in exchange for this seemingly easy victory.

"How dare the Soul Clan blatantly attack the Demon Suppression Mansion?" Ling Xiao's tone was filled with curiosity and confusion. His eyes were fixed on Bai Sha, as if waiting for the other party's answer.

Hearing this, Bai Sha curled up into a sneer, his eyes revealing disdain and contempt for the Soul Clan.

"What don't those people dare to do? However, their recent actions are just small fights. They are obviously testing our bottom line and trump cards." There was a bit of playfulness in his words, as if he was telling an insignificant story. Interesting facts.

However, Ling Xiao heard something unusual in Bai Sha's words. He frowned slightly and fell into thought.

"It's too quiet, which is not a good thing." He murmured to himself, as if he was saying to himself, and as if he was warning everyone present, "It's like the calm before a storm, It makes people feel panicked.”

Hua Shan saw this and patted Ling Xiao's shoulder gently with a gentle smile on her face.

"Brother, don't worry about this kind of thing. Your task now is to recover well and take good care of your body. We take care of other things." There was a sense of comfort and comfort in her words. The encouragement made Ling Xiao feel the warmth and strength from the team.

"I'm fine." Ling Xiao shook his head gently. His face was filled with confidence and vitality, as if all the previous fatigue and weakness had been wiped away with these three days of sleep. His eyes were bright and firm, revealing a brand-new atmosphere.

After sleeping for three full days, Ling Xiao felt as if his body had been re-energized. He took a deep breath, feeling the power surging in his body, and his heart was filled with joy and expectation.

He knows that he is in excellent condition now and is ready to face new challenges.

Hua Shan looked at him, a trace of satisfaction and relief flashed in her eyes.

"Now that you are well, you can't just lie there all the time. People outside have been complaining about you these days, and my brothers are also complaining. This Ten Thousand Demon Cemetery is not a place to keep idle people. If you don't show off, it will be hard to convince others. No one will respect you, understand?"

Her tone was a bit serious and earnest, as if she was giving Ling Xiao a profound lesson.

Ling Xiao smiled slightly when he heard it, and didn't feel strange. In this world where martial arts is respected, strength determines everything.

If you don't have enough strength, you can't get respect anywhere. "I know, the martial arts world, isn't it the same everywhere?" His voice was calm and firm, revealing a deep understanding and persistence of martial arts.

Hua Shan looked at him, nodded, and her tone became more serious.

"You know it, then go out and kill a few soul tribesmen to prove your strength to everyone. Otherwise, I guess the guards here will let you go. This is not a joke."

Her eyes revealed an unquestionable firmness and determination, as if telling Ling Xiao that this was a task he must complete.

"No problem!" Ling Xiao's answer was clear and crisp, his eyes revealing a kind of determination and coldness. The hatred between him and the Soul Clan had already taken root in his heart, so killing the Soul Clan was not only no psychological burden for him, but also a kind of relief and catharsis.