Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Hun Yu looked at Ling Xiao gently, as if she could see through his inner struggle and contradiction.

"Don't think about it. Even if you leave, the Holy Hall will never let the Demon Suppression House go. In fact, they have never let us go.

Ninety percent of the cultivation resources produced by the Demon Suppression House were taken away by the Holy Hall, and nine out of the remaining ten percent were taken away by the Holy Hall's lackeys. How can other warriors not rebel? The Holy Hall will not allow this. So, if you leave, they will still target us, but they will be divided into two battlefields. It is better to join forces and fight against the oppression of the Holy Hall."

Hun Yu's words were full of dissatisfaction and anger towards the Holy Hall, and her eyes flashed with a firm light. She knew that in the face of the strength and tyranny of the Holy Hall, escape was not a solution. Only by unity can there be a glimmer of hope.

She looked at Ling Xiao, her eyes full of trust and expectation, as if saying: "We are together. No matter how difficult the road ahead is, we must face it together."

Ling Xiao listened to Hun Yu's words, and the struggle and contradiction in his heart gradually dissipated. He looked at Hunyu, his eyes flashing with gratitude and determination.

He knew that he was not alone. There were so many people willing to fight side by side with him. What was there for him to be afraid of? He nodded slightly, as if expressing his determination and courage to Hunyu. At this moment, he seemed to see the light of hope, illuminating their way forward.

"That's good." Ling Xiao smiled, and his smile was very bright. It was good not to be abandoned.

Ling Xiao's smile was like the warm sunshine in spring, bright and bright. His eyes flashed with gratitude and joy, which was a kind of satisfaction of being accepted and understood. He nodded slightly, as if saying: "Thank you, with you, I am no longer alone."

"That's it, I'm going to go somewhere else, maybe I can bring in reinforcements. If I succeed, our chances of winning will be better. You stay here and practice well. I am optimistic about your future. The person that the Demon Soul King likes must be good." Hunyu smiled, with a bit of ease and confidence in her tone.

Hun Yu's smile was like a breeze in summer, bringing a touch of coolness and comfort. Her words were full of trust and expectation for Ling Xiao, which was a beautiful vision of the future.

She patted Ling Xiao's shoulder gently, as if saying: "Don't worry, I will do my best to get reinforcements for you, and you must also practice hard, don't let me down."

Although she had only known Ling Xiao for a short time, Hun Yu had learned about Ling Xiao through the conversation. She knew Ling Xiao's tenacity and courage, and she knew that the people that the Demon Soul King favored must have their extraordinary qualities. Therefore, she was full of confidence and expectations for Ling Xiao.

"Take care!" Ling Xiao bowed and said goodbye, with a bit of respect and reluctance in his tone. He bent slightly and clasped his hands together, as if expressing the deepest respect and gratitude to Hun Yu.

Hun Yu turned and left, her figure gradually moving away in the afterglow of the sunset. Her steps were firm and powerful, as if every step was stepping on the hope of the future. Ling Xiao watched her leave until her figure completely disappeared from his sight.

Ling Xiao soared into the air, ready to find a suitable place to practice in seclusion, and suddenly found a place in Chaos Demon City where a powerful soul power was condensed.

Ling Xiao's figure was light, like a feather floating in the wind, and he slowly rose into the air. With sharp eyes, he scanned the Chaos Demon City below, looking for a quiet place suitable for practicing in seclusion.

At this moment, his mind was suddenly attracted by a powerful soul power, which was like a surging torrent, surging out from somewhere in Chaos Demon City and rushing straight into the sky.

He smiled, with a playful and clear look in his eyes. "That should be the Heavenly Soul Saint practicing." He whispered to himself, with a bit of appreciation and admiration in his tone.

Thinking back to the previous battle, Ling Xiao couldn't help but frown slightly. In that battle, although they also paid a heavy price, the soul clan suffered even more. Now, only one in ten of the soul clan survives, and their vitality is seriously damaged.

Although many of the Soul Clan members who had once rebelled have repented, who can guarantee that they are not pretending and just waiting for a suitable opportunity to turn against their own side on the battlefield?

Therefore, both the Soul Clan's patriarch, Hun Huan, and the Heavenly Soul Saint, are well aware of the truth that iron must be hard to forge.

They understand that only by making themselves stronger can they preserve the bloodline of the Soul Clan in this world full of dangers. Otherwise, the Soul Clan may really disappear completely in the long river of history.

Without stopping for a moment, Ling Xiao's figure instantly disappeared into the void, like a meteor across the sky, leaving only a faint trace. He has made up his mind that the Ten Thousand Demons Cemetery, a place full of crises and challenges, is the best choice for his cultivation at this moment.

Although it has become a battlefield, with the remains of monsters and traces of battles everywhere, he doesn't care. In his opinion, only places that have experienced the test of life and death can truly hone strong will and strength.

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During this period of time, the people of the Soul Clan and the Demon Suppression Mansion were busy.

They were either recuperating or practicing to improve themselves. Everyone was making full preparations for the upcoming decisive battle. The air was filled with tension and anticipation, as if a storm was about to come.

The people of the Soul Clan knew that the Holy Hall was powerful and they would not easily give up suppressing and plundering the Soul Clan. Therefore, they had to seize every minute and every second to work hard to improve their strength so that they could have a better chance of winning in the decisive battle.

In the Demon Suppression Mansion, Long Yingtian was also busy dealing with internal affairs. He knew that a stable rear was crucial for the upcoming decisive battle.

Therefore, he not only had to suppress those members of the Empress Palace and the Demon Suppression Mansion who had ill intentions, but also ensure the unity and stability of the entire Demon Suppression Mansion. Only in this way can they exert their greatest combat effectiveness in the decisive battle and resist the attack of the Holy Hall.

Time passed by every second, and everyone was making final preparations for the upcoming decisive battle. They knew in their hearts that when the strong men of the Holy Hall came back again, it would be the critical moment to determine their fate.

In this decisive battle, they must go all out to win a glimmer of hope for themselves, the Soul Clan, and the Demon Suppression Mansion.

"In the decisive battle, do we have a chance of winning?" Standing side by side with Long Yingtian, Cheng Shifei stood on the ruins of the Empress Palace, looking into the distance with deep eyes.

The two of them joined forces and easily razed the Empress Palace, which had lost the Empress Qian Feng, and handed the ruins back to the person in charge of the Imperial Palace - Emperor Huang Zhu.

At this moment, the broken walls of the Empress Palace looked particularly desolate under the afterglow of the setting sun, as if telling the story of its former glory and current decline.