Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Boom!

With a loud noise, the space within a hundred meters around Jiang Xiruo seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force, and collapsed and annihilated in an instant.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of burning, which was the trace left after the space was torn apart. Under the impact of this force, the dozen or so Saint Hall warriors were like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, ruthlessly swept away and disappeared.

In an instant, the space returned to normal, as if nothing had happened. However, the dozen or so Saint Hall warriors had completely disappeared from this world, their existence was completely wiped out, and not even a trace was left.

Seeing this scene, Ling Xiao's heart was full of emotion and shock. He has always known that his mother is very strong, but he has never seen his mother show such terrifying strength.

This is simply a one-shot kill! Those powerful people in the Condensation Realm were so vulnerable in front of his mother, as if they were easily crushed like ants.

Ling Xiao's eyes flashed with complex emotions, with pride, awe, and deep concern for his mother.

He knew that the stronger his mother's strength was, the greater the danger she would face. He secretly vowed that he must work hard to cultivate and become his mother's right-hand man as soon as possible to share the pressure for her.

In the distance, the four chief priests also had a solemn face, and his eyes were full of vigilance and uneasiness. He never expected that Jiang Xiruo's strength would exceed his expectations and reach such a terrifying level. This made him feel a little fear and despair in his heart. He knew that his actions today might be dangerous.

Jiang Xiruo walked slowly towards the four chief priests, and every step seemed so calm, as if nothing in the world could stop her. Her eyes were full of contempt and disdain, as if she was looking at an ant that was not worth mentioning.

"Such a weak person dares to covet my son's treasure. You really don't know how much you weigh?" Her voice was cold and crisp, like a blade in the cold wind, which made people feel cold.

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Xiruo's figure suddenly disappeared, as if she had merged into the air, leaving only a faint afterimage. Then, the space in front of the four chief priests began to crack, as if torn apart by an invisible force, and the air was filled with a palpitating breath.

Seeing this scene, the four chief priests' pupils shrank suddenly, and he felt an unprecedented crisis. The next moment, he suddenly stomped his right foot, and the whole person shot out like an arrow from a string, trying to escape from this dangerous place.

Boom! A loud noise suddenly sounded not far in front of Ling Xiao, and the surrounding space seemed to be shocked by this force, and a violent tremor came. Ling Xiao looked up and saw a figure retreating in the sky. It was the four chief priests!

The four chief priests retreated hundreds of meters away! His figure left a trail of afterimages in the air, looking embarrassed.

Not only that, his originally neat clothes have become tattered, and there are many sword marks on them, obviously he was severely injured in the previous confrontation.

The face of the fourth chief priest has become extremely ugly at this moment, and his eyes are full of fear and unwillingness.

He never expected that Jiang Xiruo's strength was so terrifying that he was forced into such a desperate situation in just a moment. He couldn't help but feel a deep despair in his heart. He knew that his action today might have completely failed.

Ling Xiao's heart was like a surging wave, and his amazement was hard to express.

He realized that he had underestimated his mother's strength before. He thought that his mother's strength was equal to that of the fourth chief priest, but the current scene clearly showed his mother's overwhelming advantage over the fourth chief priest.

Under the attack of his mother, the fourth chief priest could only barely hold on and had no power to fight back, which made Ling Xiao both shocked and proud.

On the side, Hun Yu, who was originally preparing to go to support Jiang Xiruo because of his injury, also put down his worries at this moment.

She looked at Jiang Xiruo's vigorous and powerful figure, and a warm current surged in her heart. She knew that with her mother there, she didn't need to take risks in this battle anymore. So, she quickly found a safe place, sat cross-legged, and began to heal her wounds.

Hunyu knew that the battle was not over yet, and there might be more terrifying beings hidden among the enemies. She had to heal her wounds as soon as possible so that she could continue to fight in the best condition.

She closed her eyes and concentrated on practicing the healing technique, feeling the gradual improvement of her injuries.

At this moment, an old but full-of-energy voice sounded, breaking the silence around. "What a genius of the Demon Suppression House, I didn't expect you to be so strong after being imprisoned for more than ten years." This voice was full of admiration and awe for Jiang Xiruo.

Ling Xiao and Hunyu turned their heads at the same time, and saw an old man in a gray robe slowly appearing beside the fourth chief priest.

He had an old face, but his eyes were extremely sharp, as if he could see through people's hearts. He raised his hand slightly and blocked Jiang Xiruo's attack for the fourth chief priest. The powerful aura made the surrounding air freeze.

The old man was wearing an exquisite gold-embroidered robe. The complex golden patterns on the robe shone brightly in the sun, highlighting his noble status. His beard was as long as his chest, with silver strands interlaced, and each strand revealed the precipitation of years and the light of wisdom.

The silver long hair draped over his shoulders, each strand was clearly visible, like the sparkling lake under the moonlight, flashing with a spirited luster, making people sigh that the years did not seem to leave too many traces on him.

"High Priest!" The Fourth High Priest's voice was filled with a trace of awe and embarrassment, and his eyes looking at the old man were full of complex emotions.

He lowered his head and said with some shame: "I didn't complete the task, the Demon Soul King's clone did not appear, who would have thought that this woman would come out, which really failed your expectations."

The High Priest shook his head gently, and his eyes did not reveal the slightest blame, but seemed unusually calm and composed.

"It's okay, the enemy is more powerful than we thought, this is expected. But we also have a backup plan, so there is no need to worry too much. You go to heal first, and I will take care of this woman." His voice was steady and powerful, as if it could calm people's hearts.

Hearing the words of the High Priest, the Fourth High Priest showed a touch of joy on his face, as if he saw the dawn of hope.

"Is the Holy Lord's healing over?" There was a hint of excitement in his voice, as if this news was a great encouragement to him. He looked at the High Priest with expectations, as if waiting for the High Priest's confirmation.

"Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask. Hurry up and heal your wounds. Kill Hunyu quickly. I don't blame you for anything else, but Hunyu is still alive because you didn't do a good enough job." The high priest's voice was as cold as the wind. Every word was like an icicle, piercing deeply into the hearts of the four high priests. (End of this chapter)