Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Ling Xiao's eyes were as sharp as an eagle, tightly focused on every detail on the battlefield, and he had already made a calculation in his heart.

Just when everyone thought Ling Xiao was about to fall into despair, a sneer suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and that smile contained endless cunning and confidence.

Immediately afterwards, Ling Xiao's body and the clone that was quietly approaching Hun Wuxu exchanged positions between the lightning and flint. This move almost caught everyone off guard.

This scene was also captured by Bai Yan.

His heart suddenly tightened, and he noticed something was wrong, and he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Be careful of Ling Xiao!" However, he didn't know who the specific target of Ling Xiao's plan was, so he could only shout anxiously, Trying to remind everyone.

But unfortunately, his reminder was still a step too late. Just before Bai Yan finished speaking, a cold light pierced the sky like lightning. Ling Xiao's bloodthirsty knife had penetrated Hun Wuxu's heart. The cold blade flashed with bloodthirsty light and began to devour the blood. The essence of Qi and blood in Hun Wuxu's body.

Hun Wuxu's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief and despair.

Throughout his life, in order to pursue success and power, he did not hesitate to betray his own clan and join the enemy, but in the end, he still could not escape death. At this moment, he seemed to understand something, but everything was irreversible, and the light of life was quickly dissipating in his eyes.

"Hun Wuxu is dead! That traitor is dead!"

The sound echoed in the empty battlefield, carrying an indescribable sense of relief and joy, as if the song had ended and a nightmare had awakened.

"Traitors should die!" Another roar followed closely, exploding in everyone's ears like thunder, arousing a deeper resonance. This sentence is not only anger, but also the persistence of emotion and loyalty. It is the harshest condemnation of those who betrayed.

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Death without a soul is undoubtedly like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing waves. The faces of the warriors of the Soul Clan, which had looked exhausted from days of fighting and low morale, now glowed with a strange brilliance.

It was a complex emotion mixed with anger, relief and the pleasure of revenge. It was as if the sleeping beasts in their bodies were awakened. Each one seemed to have been given a shot of blood, with madness and determination flashing in their eyes. The weapons in their hands were swung more rapidly, each time. He used all his strength in every attack, vowing to vent all his dissatisfaction and hatred on this battlefield.

Their emotions spread quickly like wildfire, infecting the other warriors in the Demon Suppressing Mansion. These warriors who were originally despairing due to the unfavorable battle situation seemed to have been injected with an invisible force at this moment.

There was renewed hope in their eyes, a desire for victory, admiration for heroes, and infinite longing for the miracles that might happen in the future.

Ling Xiao, this name exists like a god in everyone's heart at this moment. He was so awesome that he was able to kill a monster like Hun Wuxu invisibly in an instant. This strength and courage undoubtedly brought unprecedented shock and inspiration to everyone.

People can't help but start to wonder, since Ling Xiao can create such a miracle, can he bring more surprises to everyone and create more brilliant achievements in the following battles?

"Kill..."

Passionate shouts echoed over the battlefield, and every word was full of strength and determination. This is not only a declaration of war against the enemy, but also an encouragement and spur to one's own heart.

"kill!"

More voices converged into a torrent, sweeping away the original malaise. Driven by this force, the army of the Demon Suppressing Mansion once again regained their fighting spirit. Like unsheathed swords, they pointed directly at the enemy, preparing for the upcoming decisive battle.

But Ling Xiao was targeted again.

A cold chill crept up Ling Xiao's back, and he was keenly aware of the killing intent in the air around him. It was a feeling that was tightly locked by countless pairs of eyes, making it impossible to ignore or escape.

"Kill him, kill that kid no matter what, black-robed priest, you just leave ten people to deal with Long Yingtian, the other three, cooperate with the black knight, must kill Ling Xiao, must make him die !”

The voices of the four chief priests were like the roars of crazy beasts, echoing in the empty battlefield, with unquestionable determination and ruthlessness. His face was distorted and his eyes were red, as if he had been completely swallowed up by anger and unwillingness, and had lost his mind.

Ling Xiao's sudden appearance and actions were like a sudden stone, breaking the situation where they seemed to have a chance of winning.

The attack of the second chief priest should have been an overwhelming advantage, but due to this sudden change, all their previous efforts were in vain, and the dawn of victory dimmed instantly.

Facing such a group of enemies who seek victory at all costs, even if they finally win, it will be a tragic victory and the price paid will be unbearable.

The four chief priests knew this very well, so they became more determined to kill Ling Xiao and wipe out this variable from the battlefield at all costs.

"Yes!" The voices of the black-robed priests were uniform, with unquestionable obedience and coldness. The three black-robed priests flashed and flew towards the sky like ghosts. Their black robes rustled in the wind, like the cloaks of the God of Death, heralding the arrival of death.

At the same time, the remaining ten black knights quickly adjusted their formation and surrounded Ling Xiao.

They were dressed in heavy black armor, holding sharp knight swords, with cold eyes flashing, as if they were killing machines crawling out of hell. As long as they were ordered, they would swing their swords at Ling Xiao without hesitation.

They all saw that although Ling Xiao was not the strongest among the group, he was the most difficult to deal with.

In the eyes of the crowd, Ling Xiao's figure seemed to be shrouded by an invisible light. It was an indescribable temperament, neither simply strong strength nor cunning wisdom, but a complex trait mixed with tenacity, perseverance and indomitable.

They all felt that although Ling Xiao was not the absolute leader among the group, his elusive and unpredictable behavior made him the most difficult existence.

"If you don't kill this kid, you don't know what he will do next." An old man with a sinister face whispered to the person next to him, his tone full of fear and helplessness towards Ling Xiao.

He knew very well that Ling Xiao was like a beast lurking in the dark. Once given the opportunity, he would deliver a fatal blow to the enemy in the most unexpected way.

"It's really too aggrieved." Another person gnashed his teeth and echoed, his eyes flashing with reluctance and anger.