Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Suddenly, Ling Xiao's expression condensed, and his gaze penetrated the crowd and fixed on the figure at the front.

That was the masked young man he met outside the Black Swamp that day. He was still wearing the half-covered silver mask, with a mysterious light shining in his eyes.

"You are indeed here, Ling Xiao!" There was a hint of unnoticeable excitement in the voice of the masked young man, as if he had anticipated Ling Xiao's appearance, but also had a hint of indescribable greed and excitement.

He raised his chin slightly, and his eyes hidden behind the mask flashed with light. He looked directly at Ling Xiao and chuckled: "That day outside the black swamp, I didn't know that your true identity was Ling Xiao. Otherwise, I should kill you without hesitation that day to avoid leaving any hidden dangers today."

When Ling Xiao heard this, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. The smile contained both mockery of the past and helplessness for the current situation.

He looked at the masked young man coldly, and his deep eyes seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts: "I regret it too. If I could have noticed your conspiracy earlier, I should have caught you all at that time. Our people would not have died innocently and their blood would have flowed into rivers today.”

With the strength of Young Master Qi, he is already a top-notch being in the younger generation of Ten Thousand Demons Cemetery, and ordinary people cannot compete with him. Even the two demons of Rakshasa are just clowns in front of Young Master Qi, and it is difficult to shake him in the slightest.

However, Master Qi's cultivation has been ruined, and the strangeness of this is self-evident. Apart from the mysterious masked young man in front of me, who else could abolish the cultivation of masters like Mr. Qi?

Indescribable regret and anger surged in Ling Xiao's heart. He clenched his fists and dug his nails deeply into his palms, as if he wanted to carve the pain and unwillingness into his bones.

To be honest, Ling Xiao really regretted it at this moment. He regretted that he could not act decisively that day, which made today's situation so difficult and he suffered heavy losses.

His eyes shone with determination, reflecting reflection on the past and determination for the future.

"Hahaha, your joke is not funny at all." The masked man laughed, with a hint of contempt and disdain in his voice, as if Ling Xiao's words were just insignificant dust in his eyes.

"Really?" Ling Xiao's voice was low and calm, like the calm before the storm, chilling people's hearts. His eyes flashed with determination and anger, which was a response to the masked man's provocation and a foreshadowing of the impending battle.

The moment the words fell, Ling Xiao suddenly took action, like a cheetah hunting prey, swift and ruthless. The Daluotian Demonic Shadow he had just upgraded unfolded, and his body turned into afterimages, like ghosts, moving freely on the battlefield.

Two hundred clones appeared almost at the same time, like stars, covering the entire space, making people dazzled and unable to tell which one was the real body and which one was the phantom.

Puff puff... A series of dull sounds sounded, which was the sound of the Soul Clan warrior falling. They died tragically on the spot one by one, without any reaction, like straw being harvested, without the ability to fight back.

Ling Xiao's clone is like the scythe of death, harvesting lives one by one. The scene is cruel and shocking.

After the battle, the strength left on the battlefield far exceeded their expectations.

Hua Shan and others were stunned. They stood aside and witnessed this thrilling battle. They knew Ling Xiao was very strong, but they didn't expect Ling Xiao to be so fierce.

Those Soul Clan warriors, even they may not be able to defeat them easily, but they didn't expect to be killed so easily in front of Ling Xiao. There was an indescribable awe and shock in their hearts. Ling Xiao's strength was truly unparalleled.

The air was filled with the smell of blood and murder, and Ling Xiao's figure stood on the battlefield like an insurmountable mountain.

There was both joy of victory and determination for the future in his eyes. He knew that this battle was just the beginning, and greater challenges were still waiting for him.

The masked man's face was so gloomy that it seemed like it could drip water, and his eyes flashed with complex emotions, including unwillingness and anger. He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling violently, as if he was trying to suppress all his emotions.

Then, he spoke coldly, with a hint of imperceptible coldness in his voice: "I take back what I just said, you are indeed not joking, your strength exceeds my expectations. But even so, you are only qualified to let I just took action, but you are not enough to defeat me."

His words were still full of arrogance and confidence, as if Ling Xiao's powerful strength was still just a trivial trick in his eyes.

There was an unfathomable domineering look in his eyes, as if he was the real controller and Ling Xiao was just a pawn on his chessboard.

Ling Xiao frowned and looked at the masked man deeply, as if assessing the other person's strength and intentions.

Then, he turned to look at Hua Shan, with a hint of imperceptible tenderness and determination in his eyes: "Take the bodies of the brothers and go back to report. Leave it to me to handle."

Hua Shan was stunned when she heard this, and a trace of surprise and confusion flashed in her bright eyes.

The next moment, she said angrily: "Ling Xiao, what nonsense are you talking about? How could we leave you here alone? Who do you think I am? We are partners who share life and death, and comrades who advance and retreat together! Don't even think about it! One person bears all this..."

Her voice was firm and resolute, as if she would not change her mind no matter how Ling Xiao persuaded her. Her eyes flashed with an unyielding light, as if she wanted to fight side by side with Ling Xiao and face the crisis together.

Ling Xiao suddenly interrupted Hua Shan's passionate words, his voice was calm and firm, with a hint of unquestionable determination.

He looked at Hua Shan, with a hint of guilt in his eyes, but more of planning and consideration for the future.

"Sister Hua, I speak more directly, don't blame me." He spoke slowly, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart, "If you stay, you will only become a burden to me and will seriously affect my combat performance. At that time, should I distract myself to protect you, or go all out to fight?"

Everyone was silent when they heard this, and the air seemed to solidify at this moment, leaving only Ling Xiao's steady and powerful voice echoing in their ears.

Burden!

This word was like a sharp knife, deeply hurting their hearts. Although these words were really hard to hear, very unpleasant to hear, and chilling, they had to admit that this was a cruel and true reality, a truth that could not be avoided.

Hua Shan opened her mouth to say something, but in the end she could not say it.