Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

In just a moment, Hun Wuxu's whole body was bathed in holy light. His eyes became clear and bright, as if they had been washed. His body also exuded a holy aura, as if he had been reborn and became a brand new existence.

Not long after, a dazzling white sun mark appeared between Hun Wuxu's eyebrows. The mark was as dazzling as the rising sun, exuding a holy and powerful aura.

This was the mark of the Holy Hall, symbolizing that Hun Wuxu had officially become a member of the Holy Hall. A new light flashed in his eyes, which was a desire for power and a vision for the future.

At this time, the eyes of the three chief priests were like cold swords, piercing the Holy Maiden of Heavenly Soul and Ling Xiao. The corners of his mouth curled up with a grim smile, which was full of cruelty and pride: "You rebels, especially Ling Xiao, a demon cultivator, must die. Go, kill them."

His words were like cold orders, and there was no room for doubt. As he waved his hand casually, two holy sword knights holding holy swords flew out from behind him like ghosts.

The two knights were dressed in silver armor, shining brightly in the sun. They were wearing red cloaks that fluttered in the wind, not only majestic but also powerful. Their eyes revealed a desire for battle and loyalty to the Holy Temple.

Seeing this scene, Hun Huan's face turned pale as paper in an instant. His eyes were full of fear and determination, as if he had made the worst plan.

He rushed to the Holy Maiden of Heavenly Soul, trying to use his body to block the impending danger for her.

His heart was full of worry and reluctance for the Holy Maiden of Heavenly Soul. He knew that there were too few people like this who were not only talented but also concerned about the Soul Clan. He secretly swore that even if he died here, he would keep this woman who was vital to the Soul Clan.

"Stop him!" The voice of the third chief priest was as cold as the wind, without any emotion. As his words fell, Hun Wu Jue flashed, and he had already blocked Hun Huan with a group of black-clad guards.

The eyes of those guards revealed coldness and determination, as if they were ready to fight Hun Huan.

"Patriarch, you made a mistake, so you must be punished." Hun Wu Jue's voice sounded faintly, and his tone was full of unquestionable firmness. He looked at the Holy Girl of Heavenly Soul, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes: "The Holy Girl of Heavenly Soul is stubborn and will die, so why bother you?"

Hun Huan stared at Hun Wu Jue, his eyes full of anger and unwillingness. He clenched his fists, and his veins bulged, as if he wanted to concentrate all his strength on this palm.

"You traitor!" Hun Huan roared, and suddenly, his palm blasted out like thunder, with a momentum like a tidal wave, and went straight to Hun Wu Jue.

Hun Wu Jue felt the terrible power contained in Hun Huan's palm, and his face changed slightly. However, he did not retreat, but gritted his teeth and went all out to meet it.

However, Hun Huan's strength was far superior to his, and the power of this palm made Hun Wu Jue feel the threat of death instantly. His figure involuntarily stepped back a few steps, and his face turned as pale as paper.

However, at this critical moment, five priests in white robes suddenly appeared on the scene. Their figures were erratic like ghosts, and each of them held a piece of holy stone shining with mysterious light in their hands.

They quickly inserted the holy stone into the groove on the ground, and in an instant, a holy array shining with holy light was set up.

The holy array contained powerful power, as if it could withstand all attacks in the world. Under the protection of the holy array, Hun Wu Jue blocked Hun Huan's attack. The power of the attack was weakened by more than half the moment it touched the holy array, and finally it could only dissipate in the air helplessly.

"Hahaha!" Hun Wu Jue's laughter echoed in the empty hall, with a kind of complacency and arrogance. He looked at Hun Huan, his eyes full of ridicule and disdain: "Hun Huan, you see, this is the power of the Holy Temple. You don't follow the Holy Temple properly, but you insist on being an enemy of the Holy Temple. It's not a pity to die!"

His laughter was like a sharp blade, cutting everyone's nerves. His eyes flashed with a kind of worship and pride for the power of the Holy Temple, as if at this moment, he had become the most loyal believer of the Holy Temple.

The cold order of the third chief priest followed closely, like a cold death sentence: "What nonsense, take action, wipe out all the souls who refuse to submit to the Holy Temple, and those who followed Long Yingtian to rebel against the Holy Temple will be executed together."

There was no emotion in his voice, as if he was just performing a routine official duty.

As the order of the third chief priest was issued, the Holy Sword Knights and the white-robed priests acted quickly. They were like activated war machines, with an unstoppable momentum, rushing towards the warriors on Long Yingtian and Hun Huan's side.

The Soul Clan who surrendered to the Holy Hall and the warriors of the Demon Suppression House followed closely behind, their eyes full of desire for battle and expectation for victory.

"Damn it!" Long Yingtian's angry roar sounded like thunder, his voice full of unwillingness and anger. He swung the Mo Dao in his hand violently, and his power surged, as if to cut off all obstacles.

Because there was no suppression from the Soul Huan, he actually burst out with amazing power at that moment. His figure was like a tiger descending from the mountain, with an indomitable momentum, rushing towards the seemingly indestructible Holy Mark Formation. His Mo Dao drew a brilliant trajectory in the air, and finally slashed fiercely on the Holy Mark Formation.

With a crisp "click" sound, the originally indestructible holy pattern formation was actually broken by him. The gap was like a ray of dawn in the darkness, bringing a glimmer of hope to Long Yingtian and his companions.

"Stop him!" The third chief priest frowned, and his deep eyes revealed his fear of Long Yingtian's strength. He knew that Long Yingtian was not an ordinary person. If he was allowed to escape, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Leave it to me." A graceful and cold voice suddenly sounded above Long Yingtian's head, like the sound of nature, but with unquestionable majesty. Then, a slender but powerful palm fell from the sky, with a whistling wind, and fiercely slammed into Long Yingtian.

Long Yingtian's face changed instantly. He looked up at the beautiful figure that fell from the sky, and a hint of disbelief flashed in his eyes: "Empress Palace...Empress Qianfeng! So you have been waiting for this opportunity!"

His voice was full of shock and anger, as if at this moment, he truly realized how critical his situation was.

Qianfeng smiled coldly, and that smile was full of disdain and ridicule for Long Yingtian. Her figure was erratic like a ghost, and every movement seemed to be jumping in space.