Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

When Zhao Heng heard this, his expression became stern, he immediately nodded, turned around and strode away, each step appearing so firm and powerful.

He knew that although this operation had achieved certain results, it also exposed some weaknesses of the Demon Suppression Mansion, and adjustments must be made as soon as possible.

Not long after, Ling Xiao and others rushed back to the stronghold, covered in travel. Their faces were a little tired, but their eyes shone with unyielding light. Ling Xiao walked in the front, his figure tall and resolute, as if he could move forward courageously no matter what difficulties he faced.

Zhang Ruochen was weakly carried by Bai Sha. His face was as pale as paper, but his eyes revealed his gratitude to Ling Xiao.

He looked at Ling Xiao and said in a weak but firm voice: "Thanks to you this time. If you hadn't taken action in time, we might have been annihilated this time. The strength of the soul is really terrifying. I have never seen it so powerful. enemy."

Hearing this, Ling Xiao shook his head slightly. His eyes showed both admiration for Zhang Ruochen and fear for Hun Wuxu. He said slowly: "If Brother Zhang hadn't blocked that Hun Wuxu, I wouldn't have had the chance to capture that masked young man. Each of these geniuses of the Hun clan has extraordinary strength, so we must be more careful."

"In addition to Hun Wuxu, there is also a Heavenly Soul Saint. This girl and Hun Wuxu are called the two prides of the Soul Clan. Her status in the Soul Clan is very important, and in some aspects, she has shown strength and The method is even more terrifying than Hun Wuxu.”

Zhang Ruochen's expression became extremely solemn, and he reminded Ling Xiao word by word, as if every word carried a huge weight, "If you meet her in the future, you must be extremely careful and don't be careless."

When Ling Xiao heard this, a wry smile appeared on his face. He shook his head helplessly and laughed at himself: "It seems that I, Ling Xiao, am really quite proud. I can actually attract two of the proud soul clan members to treat me." Be interested." Although there was a bit of self-deprecation in his tone, it was more vigilant and determined for the future.

Seeing this, Zhang Ruochen patted Ling Xiao's shoulder gently to express comfort and encouragement.

He continued: "In addition, I also heard some not-so-good news. It seems that in addition to the Soul Clan, there are also some warriors from Soul Zhenfu who are also interested in you. The talented warriors they sent are very powerful. It is no less powerful than Hun Wuxu, and your future journey may be even more difficult."

Ling Xiao always held an unwavering view in his heart, that is, among his peers, he, Ling Xiao, was invincible. This confidence is not groundless, but comes from his deep understanding of his own strength.

Whether it was the mysterious and powerful Hun Wuxu or the Heavenly Soul Saint who was known as one of the two prides of the Soul Clan, Ling Xiao did not show the slightest fear when facing them.

Even now, he has not been able to keep pace with these two people, but he knows that this is only temporary.

Because he practices the Nine-turn Reincarnation Kung Fu, this technique has endless potential. As long as he is given enough time, he believes that he will be able to catch up with or even surpass them.

In Ling Xiao's eyes, although there are many geniuses, he is the only one who can truly be called a monster. He has talent and perseverance beyond ordinary people, and can continue to grow in adversity and constantly break through himself.

This confidence and pride are the source of his ability to remain calm and determined when facing any challenges.

In this graveyard of ten thousand demons, Ling Xiao was even more fearless. As long as there is no strong person above the heaven and human realm, he can deal with any crisis with his own strength.

This confidence is not blind arrogance, but comes from his deep understanding of this land and precise grasp of his own strength.

After Zhang Ruochen was sent to heal, Ling Xiao also returned to his room.

His room is simple and plain, but there is a strong atmosphere of cultivation in the air. He sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes and concentrated, and started a new round of practice.

In his heart, only by continuous practice can he become stronger and go further on this road full of thorns.

To Ling Xiao, the value of today's actual battle far exceeded any monster he had killed in the past.

After all, fighting people and fighting monsters are two completely different experiences.

Monster beasts, even those with certain intelligence, are nothing more than ant-like existences in front of real warriors. Their actions are often based on instinct and lack the complex and changeable thinking and strategies of humans.

Human beings are the most insidious and cunning existence in the world. Their thoughts are elusive, and their methods are endless.

Fighting against such a person can not only hone Ling Xiao's martial arts skills and practical combat experience, but also allow him to learn how to stay calm in complex situations and gain insight into people's hearts. This kind of experience is undoubtedly much more valuable than simply hunting monsters.

Ling Xiao secretly thought that perhaps, through today's actual combat, he could achieve greater gains, not only in improving his martial arts, but also in tempering his mind and will.

At this time, Wang Zhenshou had just walked out of Zhang Ruochen's ward. He looked slightly tired, but there was a trace of concern in his eyes. He looked up into the distance and happened to see Zhao Heng walking in a hurry, with a bit of urgency in his steps.

"Ling Bi and the others are back, right?" Wang Zhenshou asked, with a hint of expectation in his voice. He knew very well that Ling Bi and others were the hope for the future of the Demon Suppressing Mansion, and their safety was directly related to the future of the Demon Suppressing Mansion.

Hearing this, Zhao Heng stopped and replied respectfully: "You should be back soon. Don't worry, Wang Zhenshou, I have already sent someone to respond." There was a bit of firmness in his tone, and he was obviously towards Ling Bi and others. Come back full of confidence.

"I hope to come back soon," Wang Zhenshou said with a hint of unnoticeable worry, as if foreshadowing the coming storm, "The city lord will also visit the stronghold in person recently, and the young lord, and even the lord may come in person. Such a battle makes people feel that things are not trivial.”

His eyes were deep, as if he could see into the undercurrents of the future, making the air around him freeze a bit.

When Zhao Heng heard this, his brows furrowed and his voice was low and firm: "Soul Clan, are you planning to make any big move? They have been secretly preparing for these years, and it seems that they can finally hold back." There was a hint of concern in his tone. Wary of the unknown, but also looking forward to the upcoming challenges.

Wang Zhenshou sighed softly, his voice low and magnetic: "Yes, they can't wait any longer. For so many years, they have been reflecting on past failures and summing up experience, and they seem to think that the time has matured and it is time to do something with us. One is over."

His eyes revealed an indescribable complex emotion, including emotions about the past and worries about the future.