Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Ling Xiao smiled, his eyes revealed a calm and confident look. "There are many geniuses in this world!" He said lightly, as if stating an obvious fact. There was no arrogance or conceit in his tone, but instead gave people a deep and steady feeling.

"No one is as good as you, Brother Ling!" Xiao Lianzhu smiled, her eyes flashing with admiration and respect. In her opinion, Ling Xiao is the one who can overcome all difficulties and create miracles.

Ling Xiao did not refute, and his face still had that faint smile. Even if he could not see through Bai Yan, he was not afraid. He knew his strength and potential, and he would never look down on himself. In this battle, he will go all out and use his strength to prove everything.

With the Tyrant Martial Soul, he is undoubtedly the top genius in the world. Among his peers, he has already stood at the peak that no one can reach. That confidence and arrogance, as if born with, flows in his blood.

He knew that his strength and talent were enough to make any opponent unmatched. Even Bai Yan, who was also known as a genius, believed that he could not see through his true strength.

Over there, Hun Wuxu was standing quietly, his eyes as deep as the abyss, staring closely at Zhang Ruochen not far in front of him.

He shook his head gently, with a disdainful smile on his lips: "Your methods are good, and this move 'Phantom Phantom Spear' is indeed very strong, but unfortunately, I have already said that I am not in the same league as you, you can't beat me!"

His voice was calm and firm, as if he was stating an indisputable fact. As the words fell, he suddenly disappeared, and the speed was so fast that it was simply jaw-dropping. Except for a few people with outstanding strength such as Ling Xiao, almost no one in the field could catch the moment he disappeared.

Hun Wuxu's disappearance made Zhang Ruochen's face become solemn in an instant. He could feel that a dangerous breath was approaching rapidly.

He did not dare to be careless at all, holding the spear tightly in his right hand, he stabbed forward. The spear shot out like a dragon, flashing with cold light, with an extremely fierce momentum, as if it was going to tear the space apart.

Although Zhang Ruochen could not see the ghostly movements of Hun Wuxu, his years of battlefield experience gave him a sharp reflex. At that moment, he responded quickly with instinct and experience, swinging his spear to try to block the unknown attack.

However, at this moment, Hun Wuxu's punch hit the tip of Zhang Ruochen's spear like thunder. The fist wind contained a terrifying power, as if it could tear the space apart and destroy all obstacles in front of it.

Boom!

With a loud noise, the whole venue seemed to tremble. In the eyes of everyone, Zhang Ruochen was like a ship lifted by huge waves, retreating violently.

His figure drew a long arc in the air, and finally hit the solid city wall fiercely. The city wall was suddenly covered with dust and rubble, and Zhang Ruochen's figure disappeared without a trace under this huge impact.

At this moment, the field suddenly became quiet.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the cracked city wall and the dust in the air. They were all waiting, waiting for Zhang Ruochen to appear again, or... for a more shocking result.

In the air, Hun Huan watched this scene with a smug smile on his face. He turned to look at Long Yingtian on the side, with a bit of provocation in his tone: "See, Long Yingtian, this monster of our Hun Clan is not bad, right? His strength and talent are both top-notch among the top."

Long Yingtian heard this, and his eyes were still dignified as he stared at Hun Wuxu in the distance.

He spoke slowly, with a hint of disdain in his voice: "Yes! But that's all. Although your Soul Clan thinks highly of themselves, they have never seen a true evildoer. In this world, there are more powerful and evildoers than Hun Wuxu."

Hun Huan's face suddenly became gloomy. He stared at Long Yingtian coldly, with a hint of displeasure and provocation in his voice:

"Long Yingtian, I thought you would seek truth from facts and face up to the strength of our Soul Clan. I didn't expect you to learn to be tough. In this case, let's continue to watch. Zhang Ruochen, the so-called number one evildoer in your Demon Suppression Mansion, will soon die under the ruthless attack of Hun Wuxu! When the time comes, let's see how you can still be tough!"

Long Yingtian ignored Hun Huan's provocation, and his attention was all focused on the holy pattern formation in front of him.

He quickly formed seals with both hands, concentrating on cracking the secrets of the formation. He knew in his heart that if he couldn't escape from this holy pattern formation, then even if the Demon Suppression Mansion really had an evildoer who could defeat Hun Wuxu, it would be meaningless.

Because they simply couldn't get to the battlefield in time to support Zhang Ruochen.

In the distance, Zhang Ruochen struggled to get up from the ground. There was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, his face was as pale as paper, and even standing became extremely difficult. However, there was an unyielding light in his eyes, as if telling everyone that he had not given up and he was still fighting.

Hun Wuxu slowly walked towards Zhang Ruochen not far away, his steps were steady and confident, as if he had already won. There was no urgency or tension on his face, only calmness and composure.

Zhang Ruochen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with difficulty. The blood was as hot as fire, dyeing his face bright red. His eyes were full of vicious determination, as if he wanted to pour all his anger and unwillingness on Hun Wuxu.

"Kill!" He roared, his voice filled with endless hatred and power, as if he was going to tear the world apart.

Although his body was exhausted and the pain from his wounds made it almost impossible for him to stand, he still endured the pain and shot out like a cannonball ready to go.

His figure drew a long trajectory in the air, and wherever he passed, the void seemed to be torn apart by his powerful force, and the roar was endless. He seemed to pour all his strength into this attack, vowing to fight to the death with Hun Wuxu.

However, facing Zhang Ruochen's desperate attack, Hun Wuxu seemed unusually calm. He stopped, and a disdainful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he was mocking Zhang Ruochen's overestimation of his own abilities.

Then, he slowly stretched out his right hand and reached forward. His fingers were slender and powerful, as if they contained infinite power. When he gently squeezed, he uttered two words: "Imprisonment!"

As the voice fell, the space within a radius of several hundred feet suddenly trembled violently. Then, the space seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, condensing layer by layer, forming a huge space cage.