Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

At this moment, the cold light, which contained endless chill and murderous intent, had quietly come to Tongtong's head like a ghost, as if it would devour her at any time.

Ling Xiao's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand. He felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness, because he knew clearly that at this critical moment, he could not provide any substantial help to Tongtong.

He could only pray silently, hoping that Tongtong could overcome this difficulty with her own strength.

Under the gaze of everyone, Tongtong's movements seemed unusually calm. She waved her right hand gently, and the seemingly gentle movement contained endless power and wisdom.

As she waved, the cold light that originally made people feel cold, as if it encountered some incredible power, instantly turned into a puff of green smoke, drifted with the wind, and disappeared without a trace.

This scene shocked everyone present. They all widened their eyes and looked at Tongtong in disbelief. And the high priest in the sky, his eyes suddenly narrowed slightly, and there was a trace of solemnity and fear in the depths of his eyes.

He knew that once an expert made a move, he would know the depth of the situation. He had obviously underestimated this seemingly immature little kid.

Below, Tongtong looked up at the high priest with a disdainful smile on her face. She shook her head slightly, with a hint of sarcasm in her voice: "It's so boring..." Although this sentence was short, it was full of power, which shocked everyone present.

Then, Tongtong's action attracted everyone's attention again. She stomped her right foot lightly. The action seemed ordinary, but it seemed to have some magical power. The whole world seemed to be quiet, and even the air was filled with an indescribable sense of depression.

However, in the next moment, the faces of everyone in the field turned pale in an instant, as if they had encountered an unprecedented horror scene.

In the vast sky, countless people's bodies suddenly began to shrivel in a weird way, as if they were instantly sucked dry of all the water in their bodies by some invisible force.

Their skin was close to their bones, their eyes were bulging, and their mouths were filled with fear and despair. Their whole bodies were like withered trees, losing their vitality and vigor.

This scene was so sudden and horrifying that everyone in the field was stunned, as if they were frozen in this moment, and even breathing became difficult.

Their eyes were full of fear and confusion, and they could not understand how this horrifying scene happened.

Even the high priest who had always remained calm and proud showed an incredible look at this moment. His eyes were wide open and his lips were trembling slightly, as if at this moment, he also felt unprecedented threats and fear.

Then, countless screams echoed in the air, and those powerful people who were once high above were now fleeing towards the distance like crazy, their faces full of fear and despair, as if they could escape this terrible fate as long as they escaped from this area.

However, they were too late after all. Tongtong had given them the opportunity to choose peace and survival, but they chose to ignore and provoke. At this moment, when the shadow of death loomed, they realized that they were in a desperate situation and could no longer escape.

The fourth chief priest, the second chief priest, and the eighteen high-level Zhenhun Mansion strongmen in the Condensation Realm, these once glorious and powerful figures, all disappeared in this moment.

Their bodies first shrank, like puppets whose lives were drained, and then, under the gaze of everyone, they gradually turned into dust and dissipated between the world. The whole process was silent, but full of endless terror and despair, making everyone present feel unprecedented shock and fear.

After a few breaths, the sky, which was originally filled with various breaths and figures, has become empty at this moment, leaving only the chief priest alone floating in the air, his face uncertain, obviously greatly shocked.

At this time, Tongtong had slowly walked in front of the chief priest, her steps were light and firm, as if every step was stepped on the node of time, neither hurried nor dragged. Her eyes met with the High Priest, and her clear eyes revealed a calmness and wisdom beyond her age.

The High Priest stared at Tongtong, as if he wanted to see through her. His voice was low and hoarse, full of resentment and anger: "You... who are you? Why do you have such a strong strength!"

Tongtong smiled slightly, and that smile was like a flower blooming in spring, warm and full of power. She opened her red lips slightly, and her voice was crisp and pleasant: "I am just a good daughter of my father, why ask more questions?"

Hearing this, a flash of anger and resentment flashed in the High Priest's eyes. He took a step forward, and his momentum instantly climbed to the peak.

He grabbed Tongtong from a distance, and this grab seemed to take the whole world into his palm. With his movements, the space around Tongtong began to collapse and annihilate at an astonishing speed, as if even the space itself could not withstand the impact of this force.

In everyone's sight, they only saw that the space around Tongtong seemed to be ignited, burning with blazing flames.

The flames showed a strange color, with red heat, blue coldness, purple mystery and golden splendor, which intertwined together to form a shocking picture.

In this way, the flames continued to burn for an unknown period of time, as if they were going to swallow up the entire world.

However, when the flame slowly dissipated, everyone found that Tongtong was still standing there, her figure was still upright and firm, and there was no fatigue or damage on her face, as if the burning of the flame was just an insignificant farce for her.

At this moment, everyone felt unprecedented shock and fear. They finally understood that this seemingly tender little girl actually possessed unimaginable strength and wisdom.

Seeing this scene, the face of the high priest instantly became extremely ugly, and even revealed an unconcealable horror.

His eyes were wide open, as if he had seen something incredible, his lips trembled slightly, and even his voice became a little hoarse: "You... Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

Tongtong's eyes slowly closed, as if she was enjoying the tranquility and victory of this moment. A faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, which contained both pity for the weak and unwillingness to fate.

"Weak, you are too weak!" Her voice was soft but powerful, as if it could directly penetrate people's hearts, and even carried some strong unwillingness.