Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

The three chief priests raised their hands and waved, and there seemed to be some mysterious power surging in the void. Then, a huge holy sword condensed in the astonishment of everyone.

The holy sword exudes dazzling light, with a sacred and solemn aura flowing on the sword, as if it is an artifact descended from another plane, possessing the power to cut off everything in the world.

The holy sword fell with an irresistible pressure, as if the sky was falling apart. Hun Huan's huge Dharma Soul True Body was shattered instantly and turned into nothingness under the bombardment of the Holy Sword.

At the same time, the attacks of the others also collapsed in front of this terrifying force, like fragile bubbles that collapsed at the first touch.

Then, these former masters were like meteorites abandoned by fate, and they fell to the ground one by one. The moment their bodies landed, they made a dull sound, dust flew up, and the ground trembled from their impact.

They were all seriously injured and fell to the ground. No one could remain healthy. Some were groaning in pain, and some were unconscious. The entire battlefield was filled with an atmosphere of despair and sadness.

Although this does not include Master Lu and Hun Yu, their situation at this time is not optimistic. They were held tightly by the blood knight and could not escape to come to rescue.

The Blood Knight was equally powerful. Although the two of them joined forces, they could only barely deal with it and could not devote their energy to helping others.

Their eyes were full of anxiety and helplessness, and they could only watch their companions fall one by one, but they could do nothing.

"This is too powerful. He is just a third chief priest!" Ling Xiao's voice was filled with shock and despair that could not be concealed. His eyes were firmly fixed on the arrogant figure of the third chief priest, and his heart was filled with unprecedented emotions. Fear and powerlessness.

He recalled the legends he had heard about the temple. Each branch of the temple had four chief priests, each of whom was a powerful man with unfathomable strength. On top of this, there was also a ruler. The overall Holy Lord, as well as twelve Blood Knights and one hundred and eight Holy Sword Knights.

Such a lineup is simply like the heavenly soldiers and generals in mythology, which is intimidating.

"These three chief priests are so fierce, aren't the other chief priests more terrifying?" Ling Xiao murmured to himself, with a hint of unspeakable fear in his eyes. He couldn't imagine what a shocking scene it would be if the four chief priests gathered together, and how perverted the Holy Lord they would face would be?

At this moment, Ling Xiao was really desperate.

He originally thought that with the strength of himself and his companions, he would be able to make a mark on the Baize Continent. However, at this moment, facing the terrifying force of the Holy Church, he truly realized his insignificance and powerlessness.

No wonder the Holy Church can rule the entire Baize Continent. Their power is simply beyond ordinary people's imagination. It is so outrageous and incredible.

The military force of the Holy Temple is definitely the highest combat power of any government. There is no doubt about this. Their existence is like the towering peaks standing on the top of Baize Continent, making people look up and awe.

Unless there is an extremely evil being who has the power to subvert the rules and challenge the limits, there is no way to compete with the Holy Church. And how rare are such existences?

Ling Xiao took a deep breath, trying to calm the fear and despair in his heart. He knew that at this moment, he could not be swallowed up by these negative emotions.

He must cheer up and find a way to break the situation. Even if the hope is slim, he must try his best to fight for that glimmer of hope. Because he knew very well that once he gave up, it would mean complete failure and destruction.

"Yeah, it's so perverted!" Beside Ling Xiao, Xiao Lianzhu and Ling Bi gasped almost at the same time. Their faces instantly became extremely ugly, and their eyes were full of disbelief and deep shock.

Both of them are the best among the younger generation. They have been gifted since childhood and have practiced hard. They have few rivals among the warriors of their generation. However, when facing a truly super strong person like the three chief priests, they deeply realized that there was still an insurmountable gap between themselves and the real strong person.

Xiao Lianzhu bit her lower lip tightly, and her hands unconsciously clenched the corners of her clothes. There was both fear and unwillingness in her eyes. Ling Bi closed her eyes slightly, as if trying to calm her inner turmoil, but her trembling eyelashes still revealed her inner panic and helplessness.

At this time, the eyes of the three chief priests were like two sharp swords, suddenly locked on Ling Xiao. His voice was cold and majestic, with an unquestionable meaning: "Boy, follow us obediently. You should understand that in my eyes, your resistance is not worth mentioning and is in vain."

Ling Xiao's body shook slightly. He felt the powerful pressure from the words of the three chief priests. It was as if there was an invisible mountain pressing on his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.

But he did not flinch. Instead, he took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound more determined: "I will go with you, will you let them go?"

His eyes flashed with complex emotions, including worry for his companions, uncertainty about the future, and a hint of unnoticeable determination. He knew that he might not be able to change the upcoming fate, but at least he could gain a glimmer of hope for his companions.

At this moment, Ling Xiao seemed to have grown a lot. He was no longer the impulsive young man, but a warrior who was willing to sacrifice himself for others.

"What do you think?" The voice of the three chief priests was faint, but it carried an unquestionable majesty.

He spoke slowly, and every word sounded like it came out of an ice cellar, freezing cold. "If I say yes, with your intelligence, you will naturally guess that I am lying to you. So, I will tell you the truth. Whether you go with us or not, they must die. They rebelled against the Holy Temple, which is a great sin and unforgivable!"

Ling Xiao's heart sank. He pursed his lips tightly, staring at the three high priests with eyes as cold as a knife. He could feel that the words of the three high priests were full of unquestionable determination, as if their fate was already doomed and could not be changed.

"Then there is no room for negotiation." Ling Xiao's voice was low and firm, and there was a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes. That was his last struggle in despair.

He knew very well that the method he was unwilling to use might be his only chance of survival, but it was also the one he was most unwilling to face. However, what if he didn't use it? If he didn't use it, he would never be the opponent of the three high priests, and none of his companions would survive.

Ling Xiao's fists tightened, and his heart was full of contradictions and struggles. He longed to protect his companions and to change this destined fate, but the cruel reality forced him to face this brutal choice.