Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

"Let's go." When Hua Shan saw that everyone had arrived, a gentle smile appeared on her lips, her voice soft but with unquestionable firmness. Her eyes passed over everyone's face, as if silently confirming everyone's preparation and determination.

Just as everyone was preparing to leave, a familiar yet unexpected voice suddenly sounded: "Wait a minute, I'll be with you." Everyone turned around and saw Mr. Qi walking slowly, with a faint smile on his face. , but there are indescribable complex emotions hidden in that smile.

Mr. Qi walked up to the crowd, looked at them firmly, and said slowly: "My enmity with the Soul Clan is greater than yours. I must be counted as one for this mission."

Although his voice was soft, it revealed unquestionable determination, as if every word carried a heavy past and firm belief.

Hearing this, Hua Shan was about to refuse, but she heard Ling Xiao take the lead and said, "That's okay. Mr. Qi, please protect Hua Shan and the others. I will challenge the genius of the Soul Clan later."

There was a bit of joking and confidence in Ling Xiao's words, as if he had already regarded this unknown battle as his own.

When Mr. Qi heard this, a relieved smile appeared on his lips. He patted his chest and replied confidently: "No problem!"

His eyes shone with determination, which was his trust in his own strength and a response to Ling Xiao's frivolity and challenge.

In Mr. Qi's heart, except for the two top experts of the soul clan, Hun Wuxu and Tianhun Saint, he no longer paid attention to the other opponents. He has the confidence and ability to protect Hua Shan and others and ensure that they are safe and sound during this mission.

When Hua Shan saw that Ling Xiao had said this, a trace of helplessness flashed in her eyes, but it was more of trust and understanding towards Ling Xiao.

She nodded gently, acquiescing to Mr. Qi's decision to join the team.

A group of seven people set off quickly and orderly under the rising sun. Their figures elongated under the sunlight, and each step was filled with firm determination and fearless courage.

In the distance, on the city wall, Wang Zhengshou's eyes passed through the night and fell on the departing team. There was both worry and expectation in his eyes.

He turned to look at Zhao Heng aside, his voice was low and powerful: "Follow, just in case. But remember, don't joke with your own life, you must come back alive."

Wang Zhenshou's words were full of concern and entrustment for Zhao Heng. He was well aware of the danger of this mission, but he also understood that sometimes, necessary sacrifices and risks are inevitable for greater goals.

When Zhao Heng heard this, his expression became extremely solemn. He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to suck all the courage and determination into his chest.

He nodded, his voice firm and powerful: "Understood!" His eyes shone with unprecedented firmness and determination, as if at this moment, he had found his true mission and direction.

He continued:

"I always thought that it was my duty to protect this place, but since I met Ling Xiao, I know that that boy is more suitable than me. He has a kind of courage and determination that I can't match. He is more suitable to be a Qian than Zhang Ruochen." A member of the Dead Soul Clan. This time, I will do my best to protect him and myself.”

Zhao Heng's words were full of admiration and trust for Ling Xiao. He understood that Ling Xiao's appearance not only added strong combat effectiveness to their team, but also brought them unprecedented hope and confidence.

Under the sunlight, Zhao Heng's figure looked extraordinarily tall and firm. He seemed to be ready to meet all challenges. No matter whether there were thorns or mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead, he would move forward without hesitation. In order to protect this land, To protect the faith and hope in our hearts.

"There are many people in the Demon-Suppressing Mansion who think like you." Wang Zhenshou's smile contained a bit of helplessness and emotion, and his eyes seemed to penetrate the dense forest and see a deeper place.

"This kid is already famous. Every action and every victory he takes continues to enhance his reputation and status."

Hearing this, Zhao Heng shook his head gently, his eyes revealing an indescribable complex emotion.

"It's different." He said slowly, his voice low and strong.

"I purely admire him as a person, his courage, wisdom and determination. But those guys are different. What they care about is the treasures in this kid, the treasures that can determine the direction of the war.

There are many forces secretly plotting against him, hoping that he can take out the treasure to fight against the Soul Clan and win a decisive victory for the Demon Suppression Mansion. "

Wang Zhenshou couldn't help but sigh when he heard this. A trace of worry and helplessness flashed in his eyes. "Actually, this is understandable!"

He said slowly, with some understanding and sympathy in his voice.

“After all, the Demon-Suppressing Palace is much weaker than the Soul-Suppressing Palace. Without special treasures, it would be difficult to win against the Soul Clan.

So these people, in order to increase their chances of winning, at all costs, even found the palace master, the city lord, and me. I hope we can persuade Ling Xiao to use that piece for the sake of the overall situation and the future of the Demon Suppression Palace. Treasure. "

Having said this, Wang Zhenshou's eyes flashed with complicated emotions. He understands that although these people's actions are well-intentioned, they may also bring huge pressure and trouble to Ling Xiao.

After all, that treasure was Ling Xiao's personal property, and he should decide whether to use it or not, rather than being influenced by others.

"Are you going to do it?" Zhao Heng's voice suddenly carried a hint of nervousness and uneasiness, his eyes flickered in the sun, as if he was looking for some kind of answer or comfort.

Wang Zhenshou heard this and shook his head gently, his brows knitted, his eyes revealed a kind of worry after careful consideration.

"This is up to the Palace Master to decide!" He said slowly, with a bit of helplessness and caution in his voice.

"In my opinion, it is better not to touch Ling Xiao's treasure. The secrets of that kid and the power that may be hidden behind him are probably not something we can bear. Although we need a strong force to fight against the Soul Clan, we can't lose our minds and make decisions that may cause greater disasters."

Zhao Heng heard this and gritted his teeth tightly, his fists unconsciously clenched, as if he was fighting against some kind of struggle and uneasiness in his heart.

"That's right," he said in a deep voice with a firm belief in his voice.

"I believe that the Palace Master would not be stupid enough to steal Ling Xiao's treasure. Ling Xiao is the hope of our Demon Suppression Palace. His existence itself has brought us countless possibilities and hopes. We should not ruin this rare opportunity because of momentary greed and short-sightedness."