Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Ling Xiao's voice echoed on the battlefield, with a hint of ridicule and disdain. Every word was like a sharp blade, piercing deeply into the heart of the masked young man.

He revealed the secret of the masked young man in one word. It was a chilling revelation, as if the darkness and fear deep in the masked young man's heart were exposed to the broad daylight.

"Your martial spirit should be a stand-in doll, right?" Ling Xiao continued, with an unquestionable firmness in his tone, as if he had been convinced of his judgment.

The body of the masked young man shook slightly. He did not say a word, but devoted himself to the battle more indifferently, as if he wanted to use this method to conceal his inner panic and uneasiness.

However, his eyes had betrayed him. Those once cold and ice-like eyes were now flashing with complex emotions, including fear, unwillingness, and deep worry.

There was a huge wave in his heart. He didn't expect that Ling Xiao would see through the secret of his martial spirit so quickly. This secret has always been the capital that he has been most proud of, and it is also the key to his ability to wander on the edge of life and death countless times but always save the day.

However, now all this has been easily revealed by Ling Xiao, which makes him feel unprecedented panic and helplessness.

Having Ling Xiao see through his secret was undoubtedly an extremely bad thing for the masked young man. This means that he can no longer rely on this secret to protect himself, nor can he use it to deter his enemies.

He knows very well what kind of crises and difficulties he will face once this secret is made public. Therefore, his heart was full of anxiety and uneasiness, and he had to come up with countermeasures as soon as possible to deal with this sudden change.

Of course, the most important thing is that the life force stored in the martial soul that the masked young man relied on has indeed been exhausted at this moment.

This means that once he is injured in the next battle, he can only rely on his own recovery ability that is no different from ordinary people to heal slowly.

Without that extra vitality as a backing, he became extremely fragile. Once a vital part was hit by Ling Xiao's attack, what awaited him would be irreversible death.

In a towering building in the distant stronghold of Zhenmo Mansion, Wang Zhenshou was standing in front of a huge crystal screen. The screen emitted a soft light and clearly reflected the battlefield where Ling Xiao was. Every detail of the picture on the screen is vivid, as if you are on the scene.

Standing next to Wang Zhenshou was Zhao Heng, Deputy Guard Zhao. He frowned and his eyes were fixed on Ling Xiao on the screen, with a complicated look on his face. The corners of Zhao Heng's mouth drooped slightly, revealing his inner worries and thoughts.

"This Ling Xiao..." Zhao Heng's voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to carry a huge weight. "This person is really too defiant. With such a terrifying talent, if he can dedicate himself to suppressing demons, If you serve in the Mansion, you will definitely become the future pillar of our Demon Suppressing Mansion and contribute immeasurably to the prosperity and strength of the Demon Suppressing Mansion.”

However, Zhao Heng's tone changed, and there was a hint of helplessness and regret between his brows:

"However, this guy is too proud, sharp-edged, and overly flamboyant. If he could be a little more restrained and learn to hide his strength at the right time, it would be more perfect. However, things in the world are unpredictable and people's hearts are unpredictable. We can only You can do your best and obey fate.”

Zhao Heng's words contained both appreciation for Ling Xiao's talent and concerns about his character. He knows very well that a truly strong man not only needs to possess extraordinary strength, but also needs to have a calm and restrained temperament in order to remain invincible in complex and ever-changing situations.

Hearing this, Governor Wang brought a smile to his lips, with a hint of amusement and admiration in his smile: "It's really rare to be favored by Deputy Governor Zhao! You know, in your eyes, being able to be called There are never many people who are talented."

When Zhao Heng heard this, his expression became solemn, and he said solemnly: "Before, I did have some prejudices, thinking that he was just lucky, and with the help of such treasures, he was able to reach this point today.

However, just now, what I saw on the screen was a brave, resourceful and more loyal young man. Such quality is very rare in this day and age. I, Zhao Heng, like this kind of boy! "

Wang Zhenshou nodded, with a wise light shining in his eyes: "Well, I have always trusted your vision. Then, since you think so highly of him, how about becoming his instructor? You will be by his side to guide him. Mijin, his path to growth will definitely be smoother.”

Hearing this, Zhao Heng fell into deep thought. He frowned slightly, as if he was weighing some important decision.

After a moment, he slowly shook his head, with a hint of helplessness and regret in his tone:

"Well, Lord Guard, I appreciate your kindness. But, I can't teach him. Moreover, his martial arts path and mine are not compatible. His talent and potential are far above mine, and I can't teach him. All I did was watch silently and give some suggestions occasionally.”

Zhao Heng's words revealed a deep self-knowledge and recognition of Ling Xiao's potential. He knew very well that his martial arts did not match Ling Xiao's, and he could not give him the most appropriate guidance. But he also understood that Ling Xiao's future would definitely surpass him and become an even more dazzling star.

"Yes!" Guard Wang sighed, and that sigh contained too much emotion and confusion.

His eyes were deep, as if he had penetrated the barriers of time and space, looking directly at the battlefield where Ling Xiao was, and said slowly:

"Although you and I are much higher than him, in terms of actual combat skills and experience, we are actually inferior to him. This is really incredible. I am really curious, is he really only a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old? ? This kind of calmness and sophistication is simply not something a young person can possess. ”

When Zhao Heng heard this, his expression became more solemn, and he said solemnly: "Sir, I thought of the reincarnation.

Reincarnators are a group of beings who have gone through countless reincarnations. They fight against fate and contend with the way of heaven. Each reincarnation is to strive for new growth and breakthroughs.

Such people were often the top beings in their respective fields during their lifetimes. Their wisdom, experience and strength were beyond the imagination of ordinary people. "

When Wang Zhenshou heard this, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes. He nodded slightly, as if he had found some answer in Zhao Heng's words:

"Reincarnation... is a possibility. If that is the case, it can explain many of his current doubts.

For example, his extraordinary fighting wisdom, and his seemingly innate calmness and composure. These are seriously inconsistent with his age, but if he is a reincarnation, then everything makes sense. "