Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

The strength of the older generation has reached an unattainable height. Every confrontation seems to be able to shake the world and make the surrounding air tremble.

If the winner can be decided there, then everything in this war will be settled. Because, although the geniuses on both sides are gifted and powerful, they are still too immature in front of the older generation of strong men.

After all, many of the older generation of strong men are above the realm of heaven and man, and their strength is unfathomable. These geniuses, no matter how amazing they are, can only reach the peak of the realm of heaven and man at most. Compared with those older generation of strong men, there is still a big gap.

In the sky, waves of trembling like the breathing of ancient beasts shook everyone's heart. It was not just a natural phenomenon between heaven and earth, but more like the aftermath of this war, foreshadowing that a more intense battle is coming.

It was just after this brief loss of consciousness that the battle of the younger generation was like an awakened beast, and it started again.

Their figures shuttled across the battlefield, and every confrontation was accompanied by brilliant sparks and roars, showing their youth and passion.

In fact, the battles on the battlefield are not limited to the younger generation. Under the brilliance of those evil geniuses, there are more ordinary warriors, who are the real main force on the battlefield.

They may not have the strength of evil geniuses, but their tenacity and perseverance have become an indispensable force in this war.

The Soul Clan has been preparing for so many years, and their foundation is deep. How could the situation be easily reversed?

They are constantly engaged in battle like a tide, and every warrior seems to be tireless, vowing to drag the Demon Suppression Mansion into endless fatigue and despair.

Ling Xiao, while fighting on the battlefield, devoured the enemy's power and continued to strengthen himself.

At the same time, his eyes were also cast at the battle of the older generation in the distance from time to time. It was a more intense contest, which was related to the direction of the entire battle.

In terms of Ling Xiao's trump card, he actually had the ability to intervene in the battle of the older generation. The last 20% of the Demon Soul King's energy is his last trump card. If he can turn the tide at this critical moment, he will release it without hesitation.

His eyes flashed with a firm light, which was the desire for victory and the trust in his comrades. He knew that only by uniting as one can they achieve the final victory in this war.

At this moment, a deafening roar suddenly came from the originally peaceful void. The sound seemed to come from another world, with endless majesty and oppression.

Then, in the eyes of Ling Xiao and everyone else, several figures suddenly appeared in the air like meteors that cut through the night sky. They were Long Yingtian, Cheng Shifei, Wang Zhenshou, Zhao Heng and others. Each of them was a top powerhouse in the Demon Suppression Mansion. Their arrival undoubtedly injected new variables into this war.

Long Yingtian was in the first place. He was tall and straight, with eyes as sharp as an eagle, as if he could see through all the falsehoods in the world.

Behind him, Cheng Shifei, Wang Zhenshou, Zhao Heng and others followed closely, each of them exuding a powerful aura, standing shoulder to shoulder with Long Yingtian, facing this unprecedented challenge together.

At this time, the atmosphere on the battlefield became extremely solemn, especially those warriors who fought against the Soul Clan for the first time, their faces were full of shock and awe.

The Soul Clan's strength and unpredictability made them truly see what a real strong enemy is. Those warriors who once claimed to be masters seemed to become small and fragile in front of the Soul Clan at this moment.

Long Yingtian's eyes were like a sharp sword, piercing straight at a middle-aged man in the opposite Soul Clan camp.

This man was the patriarch of the Soul Clan, "Hun Huan". He was dressed in a black robe, with a cold face, and his eyes revealed an indescribable depth and cunning.

Under Long Yingtian's gaze, Hun Huan's mouth curled up a sneer, as if he had already had a plan for everything that was about to happen.

"Hun Huan, you didn't expect that," Long Yingtian's voice was deep and powerful, and every word seemed to carry a heavy weight. "The demons in my Demon Suppression Mansion are not bad. Although they are young, they have unlimited potential. You expect to defeat us through the younger generation, which is wishful thinking."

Long Yingtian's words were full of confidence and pride. He firmly believed that no matter how cunning and powerful the Soul Clan was, they could not stop the Demon Suppression Mansion from moving forward.

The Soul Clan leader Hun Huan's mouth curled up a sneer, and that smile was full of confidence in victory and contempt for the opponent.

"Don't worry, the good show has just begun!" His voice was low and magnetic, as if every word contained infinite power.

"For this day, our Soul Clan has been preparing for a long time, from layout to implementation, every step has been carefully planned. You don't really think that with just your tiny power, you can stop our plan and let everything end like this?"

A trace of disdain flashed in Long Yingtian's eyes, and he responded coldly: "You Soul Clan are still as shameless as before, and like to play this kind of conspiracy. To be honest, I admire the former Demon Sect. Although they acted cruelly, at least they did things very directly, unlike you, who always hide things and make people sick."

Long Yingtian's tone was full of disdain and disgust for the Soul Clan's style of doing things.

Hearing this, Hun Huan's disdain grew even stronger. "The Demon Clan back then, humph, was just a group of naive guys. They thought they could do whatever they wanted with their powerful strength, but they didn't know how to adapt, and didn't know that in the martial arts world, in addition to fighting with force, there is also fighting with wisdom.

Strength is important, but wisdom is equally indispensable. You who claim to be righteous, seem to be upright, but in fact you are naive and ridiculous. You don't know how to use all the available resources, and you only know how to fight head-on. It's really sad and lamentable."

Hun Huan's words were full of ridicule and disdain for the Demon Clan and the righteous warriors. He firmly believed that in this battle of wisdom and strength, the Soul Clan would win the final victory.

"In that case, there is no need to say more." Long Yingtian's voice was as cold as the wind, and his eyes flashed with determination and anger. Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand and punched, and the fist wind whistled, with an overwhelming momentum, and hit Hun Huan.

Boom!

This punch seemed to tear the entire space apart. A powerful energy wave instantly spread out, shaking the surrounding space violently.

Under the impact of this force, Hun Huan's figure was like a kite with a broken string. He retreated dozens of meters before he could barely stabilize his body.

His face turned pale in an instant, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Obviously, Long Yingtian's punch caused him a lot of damage.