Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

With that said, the soul will rush down the city wall to compete with Ling Xiao. However, at this moment, Hun Wuxu stretched out a hand and stopped him firmly.

Soul Soul was blocked by this, and his steps involuntarily stopped. He looked at Hun Wuxu angrily, his eyes full of confusion and unwillingness:

"Are we just going to watch him humiliate our soul clan? I will never allow the people from the Demon Suppressing Mansion to trample on our dignity so arrogantly! What's more, this kid is a demon cultivator and is our soul clan's natural enemy!"

His voice became louder and louder, and his emotions became more and more agitated, as if he wanted to pour out all the anger in his heart.

However, in the face of his anger and unwillingness, Hun Wuxu just gave him a cold look, his eyes full of majesty and unquestionable firmness: "I said you are not allowed to go, you are not allowed to go! If you are in front of so many people If you lose face, it will be a shame for the entire Soul Clan! How can we, the Soul Clan, tolerate such a rash act?"

Hun Wuxu's words were like a basin of cold water, instantly dousing the anger in Hun Ling's heart.

He was a little frightened by Hun Wuxu's cold eyes, and the impulse and anger in his heart gradually calmed down. He could only lower his head, silently lowered his fists, and stood there without saying a word.

The surrounding atmosphere seemed to freeze at this moment, and only the heavy breathing of the soul echoed in the ears.

Hun Wuxu's eyes moved away from Hun Ling and turned to the other end of the city wall in the distance. There stood a holy man in white robes. His figure looked particularly dazzling in the afterglow of the setting sun, as if he was untainted. The banished immortal of dust.

The atmosphere was tense up and down the city wall, but both sides seemed to have a tacit understanding not to take any further action, as if they were waiting for something.

A meaningful smile appeared on Hun Wuxu's face. He spoke slowly, with a hint of provocation in his voice: "Brother Bai Yan, if you don't take action, if our Soul Clan does, the thing on him will be my soul." It belongs to the clan. Are you willing to hand over such a treasure to others?”

There was a cunning light in his eyes, as if he was testing Bai Yan's reaction.

The white-robed man known as Bai Yan has a cold face and deep eyes, as if he can see into people's hearts.

He glanced at Hun Wuxu lightly, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. The smile was full of disdain and ridicule: "I give you the treasure, do you dare to ask for it? To put it bluntly, you Soul Clan is just a dog in the Holy Church. That’s it, you soul clan dare to covet the treasures of the temple?”

His voice was cold and powerful, and every word was like a heavy hammer hitting Hun Wuxu's heart. His eyes were full of contempt and disdain for the Soul Clan, as if in their eyes, the Soul Clan was just an insignificant existence.

Hun Wuxu's expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. He took a deep look at Bai Yan, a complicated light flashed in his eyes, as if he was weighing something. But in the end, he just smiled lightly and said nothing more, as if he had already acquiesced to Bai Yan's words.

Hun Wuxu took a deep breath and tried to calm the turmoil in his heart. He knew that being angry meant losing. This was not only a loss of control over his emotions, but also a tacit derogation of the soul clan's status.

He understood that the Soul Clan was indeed like a loyal lackey in the eyes of the Holy Church. Although they had betrayed the Demon Sect and defected to the Holy Church in exchange for their current status, in the eyes of the powerful and powerful men in the Holy Church, they were nothing more than a slave at any time. The chess pieces that can be discarded are the flesh-eating beings that can be killed at any time.

This humiliating reality filled his heart with helplessness and anger, but he had to endure it and obediently obey the orders of the church.

He pursed his lips tightly, and his eyes were deep and complicated, as if at this moment, he was carrying the fate of the entire Soul Clan.

Seeing that Hun Wuxu stopped talking, a proud sneer appeared on Bai Yan's face, with a deep mockery of Hun Wuxu and the Hun clan in that smile. He waved his hand gently, elegantly and calmly, as if he was conducting a grand performance.

"A'ke, go ahead." Bai Yan's voice was low and magnetic. He looked at a graceful woman next to him. The woman was wearing a tight-fitting outfit, with curvy figures and a dashing figure. Her eyebrows revealed a A sense of perseverance and determination.

Her name is Ake, and she is an effective general under Bai Yan. She has extraordinary strength and ruthless methods.

"This Ling Xiao is not weak, and his potential is even more terrifying." Bai Yan continued, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes, "It's best to kill him today, otherwise it will be difficult in the future. If he grows up, It will be a huge threat to us.”

As he spoke, Bai Yan's eyes drifted involuntarily to the distance, where a palpitating aura could be heard faintly, like an undercurrent, making people feel fearful. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his deep pupils shone with wisdom, as if he could see everything in that distant place.

He secretly thought to himself that this aura was definitely not something that ordinary people could possess. It must be a master sent by the Demon Suppressing Mansion, secretly guarding Ling Xiao.

Thinking of this, a faint smile appeared on Bai Yan's lips. He knew that if he acted rashly at this moment, not only would it be difficult to take Ling Xiao's life, but he might have exposed his hidden strength in vain and attracted unnecessary attention. trouble.

He shook his head slightly, a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes, as if he was laughing at his previous impulsive thoughts.

Bai Yan knows very well that a truly wise man should know how to assess the situation and not be swayed by temporary impulses. So, he slowly withdrew his gaze and focused on his eyes again, already thinking about it.

Ake nodded slightly when she heard this, and a cold light flashed in her eyes. She knew Bai Yan's intentions and the importance of this battle.

She walked slowly to the edge of the city wall, her eyes fixed on Ling Xiao below, as if she had seen him lying on the ground. A cold smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, which was a desire for victory and a judgment on Ling Xiao's fate.

"Yes, sir!"

Ake's figure disappeared in an instant like a ghost, at a speed so fast that it seemed that she easily traversed the space.

When she appeared again, she was already standing proudly in front of Ling Xiao, with a flawless white leather armor glowing faintly in the sun. The leather armor was obviously made of rare monster skins, and there were faint runes on its surface, exuding an excellent defensive aura. Even compared with those top-level armors made of metal, it was not inferior, and even faintly surpassed.

At a glance, you can feel the pressure of the heavenly master level contained in it, which is obviously not something that ordinary weapons can shake.

She held a pair of strangely shaped weapons in her hands. The weapons were short and sharp, like two crescent moons, but the edges were covered with sharp teeth, like saw blades, flashing with cold light, revealing a frightening sharpness. (End of this chapter)