Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Everyone couldn't recover from the shock for a long time.

Because they were once again deeply shocked by Ling Xiao's unfathomable and heart-stopping strength, which was as deep as an abyss. This is really too terrifying. Among the younger generation, it may be difficult to find someone who can suppress him.

This is absolutely great luck for them. The stronger their companions are, the safer this stronghold will be in the future.

On the other side of the city wall, Wang Zhenshou stood quietly, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, piercing through the crowd and looking directly at the land stained red with blood below.

The corner of his mouth curved into a complicated arc, as if he was sighing and worried: "This kid has become a lot stronger... His growth rate is simply unbelievable."

Beside Wang Zhenshou, Zhao Heng also fell into deep emotion.

He looked at the direction Ling Xiao was leaving, with a complex light flashing in his eyes: "Yes, this kid will show new strength almost every once in a while, and every time he is not a little bit stronger. I see, this time If the Soul Clan were to become enemies with him again, they would probably fall into his hands. "

However, Wang Zhenshou was not as optimistic as Zhao Heng. He frowned, with a hint of worry in his tone:

"He needs time! He is indeed growing, but he is not strong enough yet. When encountering a truly powerful person from the Soul Clan, such as Hun Wuxu or Heavenly Soul Saint, he may still have no choice but to escape. We cannot be blindly optimistic. You must be fully prepared.”

Hearing this, Zhao Heng nodded and his expression became solemn. He understood that Wang Zhenshou's concerns were not unreasonable.

"Yes, but will the enemy give him and us time?" Zhao Heng's heart was as anxious as being burned by fire. He clenched his fists and his eyes shone with determination.

Seeing such a key existence like Ling Xiao, he knew very well how important Ling Xiao was to the battle situation, but time was passing ruthlessly like fine sand in an hourglass, which made him feel extremely anxious and helpless.

Wang Zhenshou sighed deeply, his eyes also solemn and complicated.

He shook his head and said slowly: "Let's not talk about him anymore. The forces in Zhenhun Mansion have joined forces with the Soul Clan. Their goal is clear and firm, which is Ling Xiao. To be precise, it is those in Ling Xiao who are enough to change The treasure of the war. It seems that we must do our best to protect this kid during this period, and we cannot let down the slightest bit."

Having said this, Wang Zhenshou's eyes revealed a kind of determination and firmness, as if he was ready to face all difficulties. He understood that in order to kill Ling Xiao and obtain the treasures on his body, the enemy might do anything, even at any cost.

When Zhao Heng heard this, a trace of perseverance and determination flashed in his eyes.

He gritted his teeth and said in a firm and powerful voice: "Don't worry, even if I die, I will protect him. Ling Xiao is our hope, and we cannot let him fall into the hands of the enemy."

His tone was full of unquestionable determination, as if he was ready to sacrifice his life for Ling Xiao at any time.

"Bullshit, I want you to live, and I want him to live." Wang Zhenshou's words were filled with unquestionable determination, and his eyes were deep and firm, as if he had seen through the hesitation and struggle in Zhao Heng's heart.

"It's true that he is evil, but you are my friend. Just do your best and don't make fun of your own life. Our common goal is to protect this land and our home."

When Zhao Heng heard this, a warm current surged in his heart. He nodded deeply, his eyes shining with gratitude and determination. Then, he retreated quietly, with a sense of determination and courage in his steps, as if he was ready to sacrifice everything for his friends and his homeland at any time.

Wang Zhenshou watched Zhao Heng leave, feeling both relieved and worried. He knew that the road ahead would be extremely difficult, but they must persevere for the sake of their common beliefs and responsibilities.

Just as Wang Zhenshou was about to turn around and leave, his eyes were suddenly attracted by a figure. That was a familiar and majestic figure, it was Cheng Shifei, the lord of Luanmo City.

"Lord City Lord!" Wang Zhenshou shouted in surprise, with a hint of respect and surprise in his tone.

Cheng Shifei smiled and nodded. His eyes were deep and wise, as if he had understood everything. "Where's Ling Xiao?" He asked directly, with an unquestionable dignity in his tone.

Wang Zhenshou was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "He is practicing. He has been working hard to improve his strength in order to cope with the upcoming challenges."

Hearing this, Cheng Shifei's eyes flashed with approval and expectation. "Well, you go about your business, I'll go find him." After he finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared on the spot, leaving only a faint afterimage, as if it had merged into the world.

The next moment, Ling Xiao, who was practicing in seclusion, suddenly opened his eyes. There was a sparkle in his eyes, as if he had sensed some unusual aura. He stood up and walked out of the room. Standing at the door was none other than the lord of Luan Mo City - Cheng Shifei.

Ling Xiao quickly bowed slightly, leaned forward slightly, and said in a humble and respectful manner: "I have met the Lord of the City!" His voice was clear and powerful, and every word revealed his deep respect for Cheng Shi.

In his eyes, there was an unconcealable feeling of gratitude, because the city lord in front of him had come to his rescue at his most critical moment, saving him from the vicious hands of the old man in green robe.

Ling Xiao's respect for Cheng Shifei comes from the heart. He knew that if the other party hadn't appeared at the critical moment, he might have died long ago.

This life-saving grace was like a brand deeply engraved in his heart, making him full of gratitude and admiration for Cheng Shifei.

Cheng Shifei smiled and nodded slightly, his eyes deep and wise, as if he could see through people's hearts.

He spoke slowly, with a calm and majestic voice:

"Ling Xiao, I noticed that although your realm is only the peak of the Unresting Realm, your combat power is extremely amazing, not inferior to the average low-level warriors in the Heaven Realm. Moreover, from the aura emanating from you, you don't seem to hide your cultivation, which makes me very curious, what is going on..."

Ling Xiao was silent, frowning slightly, as if he was weighing something. His eyes were deep, as if hiding endless secrets and choices.

He had his own considerations in his heart about the Nine Revolutions of Samsara. This technique was like a huge stone in his heart, heavy and difficult for him to speak. Even to Cheng Shifei, who had saved his life, he did not intend to reveal a single word.

After all, the Nine Revolutions Samsara Art, like the Heaven Devouring Magic Art, was one of the ten great magic arts of the Demon Sect in the past. The complexity and danger behind it were far beyond the imagination of outsiders. Once this matter was leaked, it would probably cause more trouble than facing the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword.