Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Empress Qian Feng stood there, her eyes full of confusion and unwillingness, her beautiful eyebrows twisted into an insurmountable mountain.

She didn't understand why she, as a powerful person of the seventh level of the Condensation Realm, had a respected status in this Demon Suppression Mansion, and her strength was one of the best, but she felt unprecedented powerlessness and frustration in the confrontation with Ling Xiao.

Her heart was as if being pricked by thousands of fine needles, and her pride and confidence seemed to be swept away by the wind at this moment, leaving only fragments on the ground.

"Still quite alive." Ling Xiao's voice was calm and indifferent, like a touch of cold wind in winter, without any emotion.

He looked at Qian Feng lightly, and a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. In that smile, there was both recognition of the opponent's vitality and the certainty of his future victory.

"But it doesn't matter. I can't kill you today. On the battlefield tomorrow, you'd better hide from me, otherwise, I will kill you." His eyes flashed with unquestionable determination, as if he was saying something that was a very ordinary fact.

Ling Xiao knew very well that the strong men above the Condensation Realm all had their own means of survival, which was their last resort when they were on the verge of life and death.

But such means, like precious treasures, would require a long period of recovery and cooling once used, and at least more than ten days would be needed to allow the power to condense again.

Therefore, he was not in a hurry, he had plenty of patience, waiting for the next time he met Qian Feng.

He stared at Qian Feng's departing back, thinking secretly in his heart. He knew that the next time he saw Qian Feng, he would not be as careless and careless as today.

He would be more cautious and more decisive, ensuring that the blow would be enough to make this once-strong man fall forever. A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Ling Xiao's eyes, and then he returned to his calm appearance, as if everything was under control.

Qian Feng gritted her teeth, her eyes like burning flames, staring at Ling Xiao fiercely, and said word by word:

"Ling Xiao, I have to say that you really surprised me. However, I was frightened by your sudden means just now, and I couldn't react for a while. I don't know what strange tricks you used, but when my injuries are healed, you will deeply experience the horror and despair contained in the word "death."

Her voice was filled with resentment and unwillingness that was difficult to conceal, as if she wanted to pour all her emotions on Ling Xiao.

She continued: "And, remember, the more you behave like a monster, the less likely the Holy Hall will let you go easily! Although they can't blatantly slaughter the entire Demon Suppression Mansion, they have legitimate reasons and means to deal with a mere Ling Xiao like you! Your doomsday is not far away."

Ling Xiao heard this, without showing any fear on his face, but his eyes became more determined. He knew that the battle with the Holy Temple was inevitable.

At this moment, ripples suddenly appeared in the empty void, and then twelve knights wearing silver armor and holding shining holy swords appeared out of thin air. They were like gods descending from the sky, and they surrounded Ling Xiao fiercely.

At the same time, four priests of the Holy Temple wearing gorgeous robes and pointed hats also slowly emerged. Their faces were solemn and serious, and they each held a staff inlaid with bright gems in their hands.

They quickly outlined complex and mysterious holy patterns in the void. Those holy patterns flashed with dazzling light, as if they contained infinite power and will.

The whole scene instantly became tense and depressing, and the air was filled with a strong murderous atmosphere.

"Wow, so many people, I'm so scared!" Ling Xiao shouted loudly in surprise, with a hint of teasing and ridicule in his voice, as if the crisis in front of him was just an insignificant game.

"I'll run away first!" Before he finished speaking, his body had already reacted, turning around, as if he really intended to escape from this hostile battlefield.

However, just as his figure was about to disappear into the crowd, an indescribable strange atmosphere suddenly spread. Qian Feng's voice had not yet fallen, and the words "Catch him..." were still hanging in the air, but her eyes had already solidified, because the scene that happened next was beyond her imagination.

Ling Xiao, who had turned around and seemed to be ready to escape, disappeared out of thin air, as if he was swallowed by space, leaving no trace.

And just as everyone was astonished, an even more shocking scene occurred-the next moment, the head of a temple priest had been suddenly chopped off, and blood splattered, dyeing the surrounding air red.

Although those temple priests also had impressive strength, they seemed so fragile at this moment.

Compared with Qian Feng's means of saving his life, they were obviously not so lucky. The temple priest whose head was chopped off didn't even have a chance to resist, and died on the spot, and the fire of life was completely extinguished at this moment.

"Just kidding, do you really think I want to run away?" A cold and grim voice suddenly sounded in the crowd, and then Ling Xiao's figure appeared out of thin air again, holding the head of the temple priest who had just been chopped off in his hand, with a cold and cruel smile on his face.

His eyes were full of indifference and disdain for life, as if in his eyes, the lives of these temple priests were just grass and could be harvested at will.

At this moment, Ling Xiao seemed to have transformed into a ruthless killer, making everyone present feel an indescribable fear and chill.

The next moment, Ling Xiao's movements were as fast as lightning, and he attacked again. His figure seemed to merge into the void, and no one could catch how he disappeared. When his figure appeared again, another temple priest had fallen in a pool of blood, his eyes wide open, full of unwillingness and fear.

"I feel so strong now." Ling Xiao's mouth curled up a cold smile, and his eyes flashed with unprecedented confidence and strength.

He knew that all this power came from his Heavenly Soul True Body. Even as an auxiliary combat existence, this clone showed a more terrifying strength than his original body, and almost touched the threshold of the peak of the Condensation Realm.

However, behind this power, there is also a huge price. Ling Xiao can clearly feel that every time he uses the Heavenly Soul True Body, it will consume a lot of his soul power, and that kind of emptiness seems to drain his soul.

Even so, he had to admit that this Heavenly Soul Body was indeed his most powerful weapon at the moment.

Fortunately, every time he killed a temple priest, he could get some replenishment by devouring the opponent's soul power.