Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

"That guy is much scarier than you think." Bai Yan continued, his tone was a bit solemn, "He is like a beast lurking in the dark, and has not yet revealed his true claws.

He hasn't made any real moves yet. If you don't believe it, just open your eyes and watch. Watch while healing your wounds and wait for our people to come. When the time comes, you will naturally understand why I am so afraid of him."

Yin Ying's face changed slightly when he heard this. He was surprised and said, "The higher-ups... have made up their minds to get rid of the Soul Clan?" There was a tremor in his voice. Obviously, this news was undoubtedly a huge shock to him.

Bai Yan sneered, with a bit of coldness and determination in his smile:

"Yes, the Soul Clan thought that the Holy Hall would know nothing about their loyalty to the Holy Hall on the surface, but colluding with the remnants of the Demon Sect behind the scenes? They are so naive. Do they think that the Holy Hall will sit back and watch them grow stronger and become a threat? Humph, this time, the Soul Clan must be destroyed, the treasure must be taken, Long Yingtian must die, and no one can challenge the majesty of our Holy Hall."

Bai Yan's voice had become cold and firm at the end, and his eyes flashed with an unquestionable light. His words were like an invisible shackle, locking the fate of the Soul Clan firmly on the edge of death.

A Ke and Yin Ying smiled when they heard this, a smile of excitement and expectation. They knew that this time, they would participate in an unprecedented war, and their enemy was the Soul Clan that once made them so afraid.

"Holy Temple Supreme!" The three shouted in unison, and the voice echoed in the night sky, as if it was a hymn to the supreme majesty of the Holy Temple, and as if it was a declaration of war on the upcoming battle.

Over there, on the battlefield, the smoke was filled. The Heavenly Soul Saint turned gently, her eyes as indifferent as autumn water, and swept across the ground where the seemingly lifeless Hun Wuxu seemed to have lost his vital signs, and her voice was as cold as frost: "Is he dead?"

Hun Wuxu seemed to have heard the most incredible joke in the world, and a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, with a bit of self-mockery and unruly in that smile.

"Hehe, I can't die yet, Saint Lady, are you so impatient to see me die?" As he said that, he slowly struggled to stand up from the ground, and his posture was like an immortal demon crawling out of the abyss.

Everyone looked again, and saw that Hun Wuxu's originally fragmented body was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a faint light was flickering at the wound, as if some mysterious power was repairing his damaged body.

Ling Xiao's eyes suddenly became sharp, mixed with disbelief and shock. "You actually... have the power of the soul? No, that's not right, this is not the power of the soul, your body is not your original body!" His words revealed his vigilance against unknown forces.

Hun Wuxu smiled gently, and that smile hid deep secrets and confidence. He took a deep breath, as if absorbing the last vitality between heaven and earth, and then slowly took out a black crystal from his arms. The crystal exuded a faint light, as if it contained endless mysteries and power.

"You finally found it." Hun Wuxu whispered, with a hint of relief and pride in his tone. As his words fell, the black crystal seemed to sense the call of the master, and instantly burst into dazzling light, and then turned into powder all over the sky and dissipated into nothingness.

At the same time, Hun Wuxu's body, which was already tattered and extremely weak, quickly recovered its vitality and vigor under the infusion of this mysterious power.

His skin became smooth like jade, the wounds disappeared completely, and he looked brand new, as if he was reborn. This scene shocked everyone present, and an indescribable fear and awe surged in their hearts.

"Soul Stone!" Ling Xiao frowned, and his voice was filled with a hint of disbelief and shock.

He stared at Hun Wuxu, as if he wanted to see through his soul, "You... you actually bound your soul to this soul stone. No wonder you are afraid of soul attacks, and almost ignore other forms of attacks, as if they don't exist at all."

Hun Wuxu's eyes flashed a trace of ferocity, which was a mixture of anger and unwillingness.

He smiled coldly: "I didn't expect that you actually knew about the existence of the soul stone. This thing is extremely precious. I spent countless efforts and searched for many years before I finally got such a piece. Now, it has been consumed by you. Tell me, how should I deal with you?"

His tone was full of resentment and helplessness, as if at this moment, all the secrets and trump cards were ruthlessly revealed by Ling Xiao, putting him in an unprecedented predicament. He had never revealed this fatal secret in the previous battles. It was like his last trump card and his only hope to turn the tables in desperate situations.

However, today, he was forced to this point by Ling Xiao and had to use this secret weapon. This made him feel extremely unwilling, as if all his efforts and plans had turned into nothing at this moment.

Facing Hun Wuxu's questioning, Ling Xiao smiled, with a bit of contempt and confidence in his smile. He slowly said: "Deal with me? Humph, I'm afraid that the two of you combined are not my opponents."

"Hahaha!" Hun Wuxu's laughter echoed in the empty battlefield, with a sense of madness and unwillingness.

"It's really ridiculous, Ling Xiao, you just tried your best to defeat me with the Thunder Dragon. And now, I have joined forces with the Holy Lady of Heavenly Soul. Do you think you still have a chance of winning in this situation?"

His laughter was full of provocation and pride, as if he had seen the moment when Ling Xiao would be defeated. However, Ling Xiao just glanced at him coldly, with a disdainful smile on his lips.

"You talk too much nonsense, won't you know if you try it?" Ling Xiao's voice was calm and firm, as if he was ready to face all challenges.

The next moment, Ling Xiao's movements were as fast as lightning, and he quickly put on the legendary Tianluo magic tool.

The runes on the magic tool flashed with mysterious light, echoing with the power in his body, causing his breath to surge in an instant, as if a sleeping giant beast was awakened and was about to show its terrifying power.

As his breath soared, Ling Xiao's figure became more agile and agile.

He stretched out his figure and killed Hun Wuxu and Tianhun Saint Girl like a ghost. His speed was so fast that both of them felt unprecedented pressure, as if a mountain was pressing towards them, making them unable to breathe.

Hun Wuxu and Tianhun Saint Girl are both powerful people, and they each have extraordinary strength and means. However, when facing Ling Xiao wearing the Tianluo magic weapon, they all felt an unprecedented threat.