Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

However, Wang Zhenshou's words revealed a bit of helplessness and regret: "It's a pity that such a big Demon Suppression Mansion has no one to teach him. He can only rely on his own talent and understanding to explore and comprehend.

This is undoubtedly a huge waste for a young man with such potential. I really hope that we can find a suitable mentor to guide him on a broader path of martial arts."

Deep in the dense forest, the aftermath of the battle was still shaking, branches and leaves were flying, dust was flying, and it was a mess.

In this chaos, Hun Wuxu had completely gained the upper hand and suppressed Zhang Ruochen firmly.

Zhang Ruochen's face was pale, and sweat slid down his cheeks. Even when he was not injured, he was not Hun Wuxu's opponent. Now he had no power to fight back. Every attack of Hun Wuxu was like a storm, so Zhang Ruochen could only barely parry and was in a precarious situation.

However, on the other side of the battlefield, Ling Xiao showed a completely different scene. He was as swift as a cheetah and completely suppressed the masked young man.

The masked youth had lost his magical recovery ability at this moment and became timid. Every time he tried to fight back, Ling Xiao easily resolved it. His eyes were full of fear and despair, and he obviously understood the huge gap between himself and Ling Xiao.

"Stop!"

"Stop!"

These two shouts sounded almost at the same time, full of urgency and threat.

Hun Wuxu tightly grasped Zhang Ruochen's throat with one hand, and he only needed to exert a little force to end Zhang Ruochen's life. And Ling Xiao stepped on the chest of the masked youth with one foot. As long as he exerted a little force, the masked youth would also die on the spot.

Both of them stared at each other closely, with fierceness and determination flashing in their eyes. They were trying to threaten each other in this way, so that the other party would put down the "chips" in their hands first. The air was filled with tension and confrontation, like a tight string that could break at any time.

Hun Wuxu's mouth curled up a sneer, and he enjoyed the feeling of being in control of everything. Ling Xiao's eyes were firm and he did not flinch. He knew that in this contest, retreating meant failure.

The two people's eyes met in the air, as if they were engaged in a silent contest, and neither of them was willing to take a step back.

"Let's release them at the same time."

Ling Xiao's eyes fell lightly on Hun Wuxu's face, which was clearly outlined but slightly indifferent. His eyes seemed to hide unfathomable thoughts, and seemed to be just pure indifference. The air around him seemed to be slightly solidified by his words, with a hint of unnoticeable tension.

"You care about Zhang Ruochen, but I may not care about the person in your hand." Hun Wuxu's face was as cold as ice in early winter. His voice was low and firm, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from his teeth, with unquestionable determination.

There was a trace of disdain in his eyes, as if he didn't take Ling Xiao's threat seriously.

"Really?" Ling Xiao's mouth corners slightly raised, and a smile appeared, with a hint of playfulness and confidence in that smile. His tone was relaxed and casual, as if he was talking about an insignificant matter, but the threat in his words was self-evident.

"If I'm not mistaken, this person should be a young master of your Soul Clan. Although his talent and strength are not as good as yours, he is higher than you in terms of status. If you want him to die here, you probably won't have an easy time. Otherwise, let me try?"

Ling Xiao's words were a bit provocative and threatening, and his eyes flashed with a cunning light, as if he had seen the moment when Hun Wuxu compromised.

As he spoke, he slowly raised his right hand and moved his fingers slightly, as if ready to attack at any time. The air was filled with a tense atmosphere of impending storms, and everyone held their breath, waiting for the next change.

"Wait!" Hun Wuxu suddenly frowned and shouted, with a hint of haste and unwillingness in his voice. A hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes, as if he was weighing the pros and cons, and finally compromised helplessly.

"You are so cruel. Let's release them together." His words were filled with a hint of reluctance and helplessness, but more of a compromise with reality.

"Okay!"

Ling Xiao's voice was firm and straightforward. Although his eyes still flashed with a strong killing intent towards the masked young man, his reason told him that the more important thing at this moment was to ensure Zhang Ruochen's safety.

Although this was only the first time he met Zhang Ruochen, the inexplicable sense of closeness, as well as the tenacity and indomitable spirit revealed by Zhang Ruochen, deeply moved Ling Xiao, making him unwilling to see this friend he just met die in front of him.

"Okay!" While responding, Ling Xiao and Hun Wuxu made moves almost at the same time. They were like tacit dancers, gently pushing the hostages in their hands towards each other, and at the same moment, they steadily caught their companions.

This series of actions was smooth and fast, without the slightest drag, showing the two people's deep cultivation and tacit cooperation.

Neither of them tried to perform any tricks or gimmicks in the process of exchanging hostages, not because they didn't want to, but because they knew each other's strength and means.

Ling Xiao and Hun Wuxu were both powerful men with great reputations on this continent. They knew that any negligence could lead to irreversible consequences, and could even put their own people in an irreparable situation.

There was a subtle tension and balance in the air, and the two people's eyes met in the air, as if they were having a silent conversation.

There was both vigilance and recognition and respect for each other's strength in their eyes. In this world where the strong are respected, underestimating the enemy is undoubtedly digging a grave for yourself.

In this silent contest, both of them chose the safest way, which not only protected their hostages, but also avoided unnecessary conflicts and casualties.

They understood that the real contest is often not about the victory or defeat at the moment, but about long-term planning and layout. The compromise at this moment is for a greater victory in the future.

Hun Wuxu stood there, but did not continue to take action. Instead, he looked at Zhang Ruochen and Ling Xiao coldly and said, "Even if you go back alive today, it won't be of much use. This time, our Soul Clan is determined to take the Demon Suppression Mansion."

Hun Wuxu's figure was like a towering mountain, standing there quietly, surrounded by an indescribable majesty and coldness.

His eyes were like two sharp ice blades, coldly piercing Zhang Ruochen and Ling Xiao, as if to penetrate their souls. His voice was deep and powerful, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with unquestionable determination and dominance.

"Even if you go back alive today, it won't be of much use. This time, our Soul Clan is determined to take the Demon Suppression Mansion." Hun Wuxu's words were full of firm belief in victory, as if he had seen the moment when the Demon Suppression Mansion was captured by the Soul Clan.