Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Then, Hun Wuxu punched forward fiercely. The fist seemed to contain the power of heaven and earth, and with endless might, it collided fiercely with Zhang Ruochen's spear.

Boom!

A loud noise made everyone's eardrums buzz. Zhang Ruochen's spear was swung out again under this powerful force, and the spear drew a beautiful arc in the air, almost slipping out of his hand.

And Zhang Ruochen himself was also shaken by this force and flew backwards, like a kite with a broken string, and finally hit the wall of the Burial Heaven Great Wall again, making a dull sound.

This scene shocked everyone present. Hun Wuxu's strength is really unfathomable! Although Zhang Ruochen is extremely brave, he still seems too immature in front of Hun Wuxu.

Puff!

A trace of blood slowly climbed out of Zhang Ruochen's mouth like a tenacious vine, staining his resolute chin red, and also reflecting his paleness and powerlessness at the moment.

Hun Wuxu, the seemingly ordinary strong man, now approached like a mountain, walked step by step to the city wall, raised his hand that seemed to control life and death, and slapped Zhang Ruochen expressionlessly.

This palm, like the sickle of the god of death, hung above Zhang Ruochen's head. As long as it fell lightly, it would reap the life of this young warrior.

Zhang Ruochen, Zhang Ruochen, you used to be so brave and fearless, but now you can only struggle helplessly, trying to stand up from this abyss of despair.

But the heavy injuries on his body were like heavy shackles, locking him firmly on the cold city wall. Even the strength to stand up seemed so luxurious, not to mention counterattack or resist the fatal blow.

"Sorry, everyone. It seems that I have to arrive at the station early on this journey." Zhang Ruochen's eyes slowly swept across the crowd. There was a bit of bitterness and unwillingness in his smile, just like a dandelion blown away by the wind. Although it tried hard to bloom, it could not resist the trick of fate.

This smile, like a sharp knife, instantly pierced the hearts of everyone in the Demon Suppression Mansion. Grief, like a storm, swept the entire venue, making everyone's heart sink to the bottom.

Those partners who had fought side by side with Zhang Ruochen, those teachers who watched him grow step by step, all had red eyes at this moment, and they wanted to rush forward immediately to pull him back from the brink of death.

"No! Zhang Ruochen, you can't leave us like this!" Some people roared, some cried, and more people rushed to Zhang Ruochen without hesitation, wanting to use their strength to support a sky for him.

However, those old-generation masters were entangled by the masters of the Soul Clan and could not get away. They either looked at each other, their eyes full of helplessness and anxiety, or clenched their fists, hating themselves for being powerless. This scene was both tragic and helpless, and it made people sigh.

Long Yingtian, the once powerful man, was now like a trapped beast, roaring and snarling, but the voice seemed so pale and powerless in front of Hun Wuxu's indifference.

His eyes seemed to be ignited by endless grief, and two lines of blood and tears slid down his cheeks. It was a deep attachment and reluctance to Zhang Ruochen, and endless anger and hatred towards the Soul Clan.

"No... Hun Huan, you remember this!" Long Yingtian's voice was hoarse and resolute, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from his teeth, "If Zhang Ruochen dies, I, Long Yingtian, will massacre the Soul Clan, leaving no one alive! I will make the entire Soul Clan pay for his death!"

His eyes seemed to have turned into two burning flames at this moment, which was anger and despair. He knew that Zhang Ruochen was cultivated by him, just like his son, and the softest part of his heart.

Now, watching this young man who was like his son about to fall, his heart hurt more than anyone else.

Hun Huan, the strong man of the Soul Clan, just sneered, and that smile was full of ridicule and disdain for Long Yingtian.

"If he dies, you will soon follow him, so there is no need to be so angry, because you have no chance." His voice was cold and cruel, like a sharp knife, stabbing into Long Yingtian's heart fiercely.

Finally, the moment came. Hun Wuxu, the strong man who seemed calm but had terrifying strength, finally landed that palm.

At that moment, the whole world seemed to tremble, and the terrifying sound resounded through the sky. The earth collapsed instantly under this force, as if even the world could not withstand the impact of this force.

"Ah——" Long Yingtian waved the Mo Dao in his hand like crazy. The Mo Dao seemed to have life in his hand, and every wave was full of endless murderous intent and anger.

However, even with his crazy attack, the originally stable formation cracked under this force, just like the defense line in his heart, which also completely collapsed at this moment.

At this moment, Long Yingtian seemed to see Zhang Ruochen's smile, which was his last smile and his farewell to this world. Long Yingtian's heart was filled with endless grief and anger. He swore that no matter how much he paid, he would make the Soul Clan pay for Zhang Ruochen's death.

"Long Yingtian, you lunatic! Priests, increase the output quickly, don't let this lunatic disrupt our plan!" Hun Huan's face turned livid in an instant, and he shouted at the top of his voice, with a bit of urgency and anger in his voice, as if he was irritated by Long Yingtian's madness.

"Not dead! Fu Zun, look, Zhang Ruochen is not dead!" At this tense moment, a shout of surprise suddenly broke out from the crowd, like a flash of lightning that cut through the dull air.

Long Yingtian's hands, which were originally waving wildly, suddenly stopped, and his eyes instantly became sharp, as if they could penetrate many obstacles and reach the distant city wall. A man stood proudly on the top of the city wall, holding tightly in his arms the person he had been thinking about, Zhang Ruochen.

"Ling Xiao! Good boy, well done!" Long Yingtian's face instantly broke into a bright smile, with both surprise and gratitude in that smile, as if he saw a ray of light in the darkness.

That's right, it was Ling Xiao, this guy who seemed cynical but actually thoughtful, who stepped forward at the critical moment and saved Zhang Ruochen. This scene moved everyone present, and even those originally indifferent priests couldn't help but cast admiring eyes.

However, Hun Wuxu's face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip out.

He stared at Ling Xiao on the city wall, his eyes seemed to be able to spit fire: "Hmph, why bother saving him? He will die sooner or later anyway, and so will you. If you know what's good for you, come down and fight, otherwise, I will kill all the people in the Demon Suppression Mansion here!"

This is not an exaggeration or a fabricated lie.

Look at Hun Wuxu's calm and unfathomable aura. His every move reveals a powerful force that makes people's heart palpitate.