Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

When Master Qi heard this, he nodded slightly to express his agreement with Ling Xiao's judgment. "Indeed not!" he said, with a hint of relaxation and relief in his tone.

Then, he turned to Ling Xiao and advised with concern: "Brother Ling, you have to fight unless they provoke you. There are some boring challenges that you can completely avoid to avoid wasting energy. Of course, avoiding fights may cause you to fight. It will affect morale to a certain extent, but if you really don’t want to take action, I can fight for you.”

When Ling Xiao heard this, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes revealed a kind of confidence and calmness.

"That's not necessary," he said, with a hint of disdain and contempt in his tone, "They're just a few worthless pieces of trash, just deal with them casually."

Today, Ling Xiao's vision has become extremely high. In his heart, only real masters like Zhang Ruochen and Hun Wuxu are worthy of his action. Even the masked young souls who have caused him a lot of trouble before, he also I no longer take it seriously.

His eyes shone with determination, as if he was ready to face challenges at any time. The people around looked at Ling Xiao's confident look and couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and expectation in their hearts. They knew that once Ling Xiao took action, it would be a wonderful battle.

Although these people below the city were menacing, Ling Xiao's eyes were like a torch and he could see through their reality at a glance.

Their strength is indeed not weak, but in Ling Xiao's eyes, they are only on the same level as the two Rakshasa demons. I don't know where such an opponent got the confidence to dare to challenge him, a soul master. A powerful man with great reputation in the world.

A faint sneer appeared at the corner of Ling Xiao's mouth, and his eyes revealed a kind of pride that looked down on all living beings. For him, killing enemies is not only a means to demonstrate his strength, but also an indispensable help on his spiritual path.

Whether it is the improvement of his own realm or the promotion of the bloodthirsty sword soul, they all need to be enhanced through devouring. After all, the most fundamental technique he practiced was the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Technique that could swallow all things and turn them into his own use.

At this moment, the man holding a spear at the foot of the city suddenly spoke, his voice full of provocation and disdain: "Are you Ling Xiao? Haha, you won't dare to accept my challenge, will you? A coward!" His words It was full of insults and contempt, as if he had already determined that Ling Xiao was as timid as a mouse.

After saying that, the man spat on the ground, with a hideous smile on his face, as if he had seen Ling Xiao's humiliation trembling under his feet. He continued: "If you really don't dare, you can let someone else do it for you. I don't care. After all, I'm not interested in fighting a coward."

"Noisy!" Ling Xiao's voice was as cold as ice, exploding in the air instantly. His figure was like a bolt of lightning, and he appeared in front of the man almost as soon as he finished speaking.

The man was obviously startled by this sudden change. He hurriedly raised the spear in his hand and tried to stab Ling Xiao to block the sudden attack.

However, it was already too late. Ling Xiao's speed was so fast, as if he had transcended the constraints of time, making it impossible for the man to react effectively.

Ling Xiao's figure flashed before the man's eyes like a ghost. He held a cold bloodthirsty knife in his hand, shining with a cold light, as if it could swallow all life.

In the man's shock and fear, the bloodthirsty knife cut through the air like a bolt of lightning, instantly piercing the man's throat.

One knife! Just one knife! Ling Xiao easily took away the man's life. The man's expression was frozen, his smile was extremely stiff, and his eyes were full of unwillingness and fear. Perhaps until his death, he never thought that Ling Xiao was so powerful that he could kill him in an instant.

Ling Xiao looked at the man's body coldly. There was no pity or sympathy in his eyes, only indifference and disdain.

"How stupid," he said softly, his tone full of ridicule and contempt, "You dare to challenge me with your strength? Let Hun Wuxu or the Heavenly Soul Saint do it. You are really not qualified."

After saying that, Ling Xiao gently pulled out the bloodthirsty knife, and the man's body shriveled up in an instant, as if all his life force had been drained out, and he turned into a mummy.

Blood slowly dripped down the blade of the bloodthirsty knife and dyed Ling Xiao's clothes red, but he seemed not to notice it and just stared coldly ahead.

Ling Xiao raised his eyes and glanced at the other enemies who were also provoking with an almost indifferent gaze. There was an unquestionable determination in his eyes, as if the fate of these people had been decided.

He didn't even give the other party a chance to speak, because in his eyes, these people were not even as strong as the man with the gun before.

Ling Xiao's movements were quick and decisive. When he raised his hand, the bloodthirsty knife once again bloomed with an icy cold light, swinging it down ruthlessly like the scythe of death.

I saw a flash of cold light, and the enemies were instantly cut off from the waist. Their bodies seemed to have lost all vitality and vitality, and quickly shriveled up, eventually turning into several mummies, lying quietly under the city.

The surrounding atmosphere instantly became silent, and everyone was shocked by Ling Xiao's terrifying strength. They looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief, their hearts filled with fear and awe.

"Is he dead now?" Someone murmured to himself, with a hint of trembling in his voice.

"All dead!" Another person echoed in horror, his eyes full of fear of Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao ignored the discussions and exclamations around him. He smiled faintly and turned to walk towards the city wall. His steps were steady and calm, as if nothing had happened just now.

Bai Sha looked at Ling Xiao's departing back, his throat rolled, and he said in disbelief: "Brother Ling, you..." There was a hint of shock and awe in his voice, as if he could no longer find the right words to describe Ling Xiao's strength.

Ling Xiao stopped and looked back at Bai Sha, his eyes revealing a kind of confidence and calmness.

"Haha, if there are provocations in the future, as long as I am here, you don't have to care." He smiled, with a hint of ease and casualness in his tone, as if he had taken all this for granted.

After speaking, Ling Xiao turned around again and left with big strides. Bai Sha stared blankly at Ling Xiao who was leaving, and then looked at the shriveled corpses under the city, his heart full of shock and awe. He has not come back to his senses yet, as if he is still digesting everything that has just happened.

Not to mention him, everyone on the city wall, whether they were soldiers or generals, seemed to be frozen in that moment. Their eyes were filled with astonishment and shock, and no one could recover quickly!