Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Hun Wuxu's eyes flashed with cunning and determination, knowing that in such a battlefield where strong men clash, a little carelessness could lead to eternal damnation.

So, he turned into a dark soul shadow without hesitation, blending silently into the chaos around him, as if he had never existed.

Hun Wuxu knew that he could live to this day, all thanks to his wisdom of survival by any means, and he would never let any opportunity that threatens his life slip away easily.

Also leaving was the Empress Qianfeng of the Empress Palace. She was able to rise from an ordinary disciple to her current status, and she was not in vain.

However, she did not flee to the Demon Suppression Mansion, because she knew that if Long Yingtian won this battle, it would be absolutely impossible for the Empress Palace to continue to exist, so she fled to the direction of the Soul Suppression Mansion.

In the sky, the face of the third chief priest became more and more ugly. He stared at the Demon Soul King in front of him, who had once frightened the entire continent, and his heart was filled with complex emotions.

He snorted coldly, with a hint of reluctance and anger in his voice: "Are you really that old man, the Demon Soul King? No, you are just one of his clones." The words of the Third Priest revealed his fear of the Demon Soul King's strength, but at the same time he also tried to find a flaw in his identity.

The Demon Soul King did not deny the Third Priest's guess, but just smiled faintly. In that smile, there was both nostalgia for the glorious years in the past and indifference to the current situation. "What about clones? Killing you is enough." His voice was calm and firm, as if he had seen through the fear and struggle in the heart of the Third Priest.

Hearing this, the Third Priest's face became even gloomier. He shouted angrily, and his voice echoed over the battlefield: "Hmph, you are old, and now is not your time, go to hell!" As the words fell, he raised his hand and slapped, and the surging magic power surged out, turning into a dazzling palm print, carrying the power of destroying the world, and bombarded the Demon Soul King.

"Master Demon Soul King, be careful!" Hun Huan and Hun Yu exclaimed almost at the same time, their voices filled with anxiety and worry that could not be concealed. The two moved and wanted to rush forward to help, but at the moment they were about to take a step, they suddenly froze.

The body of the third chief priest suddenly became stiff, as if he was tightly bound by some invisible force and could not move. His face was full of horror, his eyes were wide open, as if he had seen something incredible.

"You! How is this possible!" The voice of the third chief priest trembled, full of fear and confusion. He could not understand why the Demon Soul King could imprison him, a powerful chief priest, so thoroughly with just a slight movement. He tried to struggle, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not shake the invisible shackles.

The Demon Soul King stood there, his expression indifferent, as if everything was under his control. His eyes stayed on the third chief priest for a moment, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. In that smile, there was both mockery of the fear of the third chief priest and confidence in his own strength.

The heart of the Third Priest was filled with despair. He knew that in front of the Demon Soul King, he was as small as an ant.

The Demon Soul King's soul technique was too terrible. He could not understand how the other party did it. He was completely imprisoned in this void and could not move. He could only watch the Demon Soul King and wait for the judgment of fate.

The air around him seemed to solidify at this moment. Everyone held their breath and watched this scene quietly. They knew that the result of this battle would determine the direction of the entire battlefield and would also affect the fate of countless people.

"Little kid, you don't seem to understand that I am the most powerful soul master on the Bai Ze Continent, no one else. Even if I am so weak now, it is still as easy as playing to deal with you."

The words of the Demon Soul King were full of unquestionable domineering. He slowly walked towards the Third Priest. Every step seemed extremely heavy, as if stepping on the heart of the Third Priest, making the latter painful and panic.

The face of the third chief priest had turned pale. He could clearly feel the suffocating pressure emanating from the Demon Soul King, as if an invisible mountain was pressing on his heart, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

His eyes were filled with fear and despair. He knew very well that in front of the Demon Soul King, he was as small as an ant and had no power to resist.

"Friend? Is your friend Ling Xiao?" The voice of the third chief priest trembled. He tried to distract the Demon Soul King by asking questions and gain a glimmer of hope for himself.

However, he could only speak now and could not do anything else. His body had been firmly imprisoned by the Demon Soul King's soul technique and could not move.

The Demon Soul King stopped, and he slightly turned his head and looked at the third chief priest with a look of ridicule and disdain.

"Yes, young friend Ling Xiao is my old friend, and we are as close as brothers. Are you dissatisfied?" The Demon Soul King said with a sneer. That smile not only mocked the fear of the Third Priest, but also showed his pride in the deep friendship between himself and Ling Xiao.

"No, no, no, I was wrong, I was really wrong!" The Third Priest's voice was obviously trembling. He no longer had the arrogant and domineering aura before. At this moment, he actually begged for mercy from the Demon Soul King in front of countless people.

His face was full of fear and despair. The eyes that once flashed with cunning light were now full of pleading and pity.

This scene frightened everyone present. They had never seen such a dramatic reversal. Those who once revered the Holy Temple were also stunned at this moment. They could not believe that the people of the Holy Temple would wag their tails and beg for mercy when they saw a being more powerful than them. They had no dignity at all.

The Demon Soul King looked at the three main priests coldly, without any sympathy or pity in his eyes. He shook his head slowly, as if he felt sorry for the stupidity of the three main priests.

"It's useless. You have violated my bottom line." The voice of the Demon Soul King was low and powerful. Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting the heart of the three main priests.

After speaking, the Demon Soul King slowly pressed his hand on the head of the three main priests.

At that moment, a touch of despair and unwillingness flashed in the eyes of the three main priests. He wanted to struggle and resist, but it was too late. The palm of the Demon Soul King seemed to contain infinite power. After a moment, the fire of life of the three main priests was completely extinguished.

"I'll give this to you. You'll need it." The Demon Soul King glanced at Ling Xiao, his tone full of determination.

After that, he threw the body of the Third Priest to Ling Xiao as if he was throwing away garbage. Ling Xiao caught the body and looked at the Demon Soul King with a complicated look. He was in awe of the Demon Soul King's strength and also felt sad for the tragic ending of the Third Priest.