Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Under the city, Ling Xiao looked up at the people of the Soul Clan and said disdainfully: "You cowards of the Soul Clan, no one dared to come down to accept the challenge, you are really useless, don't clamor to attack the Demon Suppression Mansion in the future, because you are really unworthy."

In Ling Xiao's sight, the people of the Soul Clan seemed to have become a group of insignificant ants, and his eyes were full of contempt and disdain. His voice, like an ice blade in the cold wind, pierced the eardrums of the people of the Soul Clan and hit their hearts directly.

Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting the self-esteem of the people of the Soul Clan hard, making them lose face.

"I can't stand it anymore, I want to kill him!"

In the mockery of Ling Xiao, someone in the Soul Clan finally couldn't hold back the anger in his heart. This was a burly, muscular man, his eyes were like burning flames, full of hatred and murderous intent towards Ling Xiao.

The huge axe in his hand seemed to be the anger in his heart, flashing with cold light, ready to split Ling Xiao in half at any time.

Although Hun Wuxu had long forbidden anyone to accept the challenge, in the heart of this strong man, Ling Xiao's ridicule had exceeded the limit of what he could bear. He no longer paid attention to Hun Wuxu's obstruction, and rushed out of the Soul Clan's team like a wild horse, and went straight to the city.

This man held a huge axe, and every step he took made the ground tremble slightly. Obviously, he was from the Soul Clan's fighting soul lineage. The soul masters of this lineage used all their soul power to strengthen their bodies, giving them unparalleled strength and speed in close combat.

His huge axe, after being strengthened by soul power, has become as heavy as a mountain. Every time he swings it, it seems to be able to split the sky and the earth and cut off everything.

In the mockery of Ling Xiao, this strong man of the Soul Clan has already prepared for a battle with Ling Xiao. His heart is full of desire for victory and revenge on Ling Xiao.

"Boy, I will send you to the west..."

This sentence, like the judgment of the god of death, came out coldly from the mouth of the strong man of the Soul Clan with endless chill and murderous intent.

His eyes were like black holes burning with blazing flames, filled with deep hatred for Ling Xiao. Before he finished speaking, he was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, roaring and killing Ling Xiao. The huge axe in his hand seemed to be able to split the sky and earth and cut off everything.

The axe not only contained a thousand pounds of force, but also came with a heart-pounding soul attack. This axe would not only hurt the opponent's body, but also affect the opponent's soul, causing the opponent to completely collapse under the double blow of physical and mental.

This is a truly terrifying existence for any warrior. When ordinary warriors encounter such an attack, even if they can barely block it, their souls will inevitably be affected, leaving an indelible psychological shadow.

However, this person's opponent is Ling Xiao.

Facing the provocation and murderous intent of the Soul Clan, Ling Xiao's face did not show any fear or hesitation. His eyes were like the deep night sky, calm and mysterious, as if everything was under his control.

The figure disappeared from the spot in an instant, and when it reappeared, it was already behind the giant axe warrior, like a flash of lightning, silent and unpredictable.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze. The strong man of the Soul Clan, who was originally as ferocious as a tiger, suddenly stopped moving at this moment, as if he was frozen in the gap of time and space.

Bang!

A dull and resolute sound, accompanied by the heavy head falling to the ground, and the roar of the body hitting the ground heavily afterwards, filled the air with an indescribable depression and blood.

The once living life has now turned into a cold corpse, lying there quietly, silently telling the cruelty and ruthlessness of the battle.

Seeing this scene, Hun Wuxu's face instantly became extremely ugly, as if covered by a layer of ice, and his eyes flashed with uncontrollable anger and shock.

He clenched his teeth, clenched his fists, and his knuckles turned white due to excessive force, as if he wanted to condense all the anger and unwillingness in his heart on these fists.

"No one is allowed to take action without my order, otherwise, I will kill him first." Hun Wuxu's voice was like the cold wind in winter, piercing the eardrums of everyone present and hitting their hearts.

There was no hesitation or kindness in his tone, only absolute authority and unquestionable determination. This sentence, like an invisible shackle, bound everyone's actions tightly, making them dare not make any rash moves.

Under the deterrence of Hun Wuxu, many people trembled involuntarily, with fear and awe flashing in their eyes. They knew that Hun Wuxu's words were not empty words, and he had enough strength and means to fulfill his threats.

The next moment, Hun Wuxu moved, jumped down from the city wall like a ghost, and landed steadily on the ground. His eyes, like a sharp blade, looked at Ling Xiao coldly and sharply, as if he wanted to pierce Ling Xiao's soul.

"I'll meet you!" Hun Wuxu's voice was deep and powerful, and every word seemed to contain a thousand pounds of force, which made people feel awe.

He knew very well that apart from him, only the Holy Lady of Heavenly Soul could deal with Ling Xiao. The rest of them were just like ants in front of Ling Xiao and could not compete with him at all.

Originally, Hun Wuxu did not intend to take action himself.

Because he knew very well that once he took action himself, he might expose some of his core intelligence and combat skills.

In this world where the strong are respected, any flaws and weaknesses may become a deadly weapon for others to deal with him in the future. He must act cautiously and protect himself to ensure the future of the Soul Clan.

However, the current situation put him in a dilemma. If he did not take action, the morale of the Soul Clan would inevitably be low because of the fear of Ling Xiao's strength. That was an invisible blow, which was absolutely not allowed for the Soul Clan who were about to face a powerful enemy.

Morale is the soul of the army and an important guarantee for victory in battle.

Hun Wuxu could not tolerate his people losing their fighting spirit because of fear. He must stand up and inspire them with his actions, so that they can see hope and the possibility of victory.

"Okay!"

When Hun Wuxu finally decided to take action, his voice exploded on the battlefield like thunder, full of unquestionable firmness and domineering.

His eyes, like two sharp swords, pierced Ling Xiao's heart. And Ling Xiao, facing this real strong man, became excited all over.

His eyes flashed with fanatical light, as if he saw an opponent who could match himself, which was a long-lost excitement and expectation.

Ling Xiao knew that Hun Wuxu in front of him was really powerful. His strength and combat experience were far superior to his own.

But because of this, Ling Xiao's fighting cells were completely stimulated and became extremely excited.