Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

The man's face showed a look of fear and despair. He tried his best to break free from Hun Wuxu's restraints, but to no avail. Hun Wuxu's power was so powerful that it seemed like a mountain pressing on him, making him unable to move at all.

In the eyes of everyone, Hun Wuxu's right hand exerted a little force, as if he was just making a trivial movement. However, this slight movement brought about horrifying consequences.

Crack!

A crisp and terrifying sound, like the sound of a branch breaking in winter, was particularly harsh in this silent battlefield. The man's head fell directly from his neck in full view of everyone, and blood gushed out, staining the surrounding land red. This scene was as sudden as a nightmare, which made people terrified.

Seeing this scene, the faces of the people in the Demon Suppression Mansion suddenly became solemn, and their eyes were full of shock and fear.

Second kill! This is a direct second kill!

Hun Wuxu's strength has exceeded their imagination. They had never seen such a terrifying force, as if Hun Wuxu was an invincible demon who could take their lives at any time.

Hun Wuxu casually threw the still warm head on the ground, his face did not fluctuate at all, as if he had just done something insignificant. He whispered: "Next!" These three words, like a cold blade, pierced into everyone's heart, making them feel a chill.

On the battlefield, everyone looked at each other, their faces were ugly. They had never experienced such a cruel battle, nor had they ever seen such a powerful enemy.

At this time, the number one prodigy Zhang Ruochen was being entangled by another prodigy of the Soul Clan. The two were fighting hard and had no time to care about anything else.

The battle between Master Qi and Sister Luosha had not yet ended. Their figures moved quickly on the battlefield, and every confrontation was accompanied by a deafening roar.

Ling Bi and Long Chen also had their own opponents. They were fighting hard to protect themselves and their companions.

However, facing the strength of Hun Wuxu, they had no time to spare. Everyone's heart was filled with despair and helplessness. They knew that if they continued like this, they would all die.

"I'll go!" At this moment, a firm voice sounded. Bai Sha gritted his teeth, and his eyes flashed with a firm light. He really couldn't stand the rampant look of Hun Wuxu, so he decided to stand up and fight for a glimmer of life for his companions.

"Are you going to die?" The man on the side grabbed Bai Sha's sleeve, with an unquestionable dissuasion in his tone. His eyes revealed deep worry. Everyone could see that the strength of the man who was easily killed by Hun Wuxu just now was not weaker than Bai Sha.

However, Hun Wuxu killed the other party in an instant like cutting vegetables and melons. Such a gap in strength is frightening. In this case, if Bai Sha rushed out rashly, he would undoubtedly die in vain.

A trace of unwillingness and stubbornness flashed across Bai Sha's face. He knew that there was an insurmountable gap between his strength and Hun Wuxu. But he knew better that as a member of the Demon Suppression Mansion, he could not watch his companions being humiliated and slaughtered.

He shook his head and said firmly: "But if I don't go, others will think that there is no one in our Demon Suppression Mansion. We can't let Ling Xiao go. He just experienced a fierce battle and is now exhausted. It's time to rest."

Just as he was about to rush out regardless of everything and defend the honor of the Demon Suppression Mansion with his life, a voice that resounded throughout the universe suddenly came: "Hun Wuxu, the battle between the two of us is not over yet."

This roar was as shocking as thunder, full of indomitable spirit and fighting spirit. It came from Zhang Ruochen, the first prodigy of Chaos Demon City. There was an unquestionable domineering in his voice, as if he was announcing to everyone that he was the real master of this battlefield.

The appearance of Zhang Ruochen was like a ray of dawn, illuminating the desperate darkness in the hearts of the people in the Demon Suppression Mansion. His figure was upright and resolute, and his eyes were shining with indomitable light.

Although he was suppressed by Hun Wuxu's stormy attack just now, and every step was extremely difficult, Zhang Ruochen never lost. There was an unyielding light in his eyes. Every time he waved his gun and dodged, he revealed his tenacious will and desire for victory.

When he saw Hun Wuxu turned to challenge others, Zhang Ruochen suddenly felt an unprecedented power in his heart.

This power came from his deep sense of responsibility and mission. He couldn't let Hun Wuxu wreak havoc on the battlefield so easily, and he couldn't let his companions die innocently.

So, he burst out all his potential, like an awakened lion, quickly defeated the newly appeared opponent, and then resolutely blocked Hun Wuxu.

At this time, Zhang Ruochen, a silver armor, shone brightly in the afterglow of the sunset. He held a silver gun, majestic, like the god of war. His whole body was covered in blood, these were the scars left by the fierce battle between him and Hun Wuxu.

However, these scars did not make him retreat, but instead aroused his fighting spirit. His eyes were full of determination and resoluteness, as if saying: "No matter how powerful the enemy is, I will not give up."

Because in Zhang Ruochen's view, as the first genius of Luan Mo City, he shoulders the responsibility of protecting this land and people. If he didn't take action, others would undoubtedly die if they went up. He couldn't let this happen, let alone let his honor and dignity be tarnished.

Therefore, he must stand up, even if he died on the battlefield, he would have no regrets. His heart is filled with the desire for victory and the care for his companions. This emotion makes him more brave and fearless on the battlefield.

Hun Wuxu glanced at Zhang Ruochen gently, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The smile contained recognition of Zhang Ruochen's strength, but also a hint of disdain and contempt. "Indeed, it was a lot of fun fighting you,"

He said slowly, with an undoubted confidence in his voice, "But unfortunately, I was just playing for fun, and I will not be merciful in the next battle. Today, you guys from the Demon Suppressing Mansion All evildoers must die."

Hun Wuxu's words were like sharp blades in the cold wind, biting and cold, making everyone present feel the threat of death. However, Zhang Ruochen did not flinch. Instead, his eyes became firmer, as if he wanted to turn this threat into motivation to move forward.

"Hmph, kill me first and then talk." Zhang Ruochen snorted coldly, his voice full of unyielding pride.