Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Ling Xiao took a deep breath, trying to calm the waves in his heart and make his thoughts clearer.

He knew that only by constantly improving his strength could he truly protect the people he cared about and truly gain a foothold in this world.

"Clean up the battlefield!" Ling Xiao suddenly raised his head, his eyes like torches, and scanned all the people in the Demon Suppression Mansion coalition. His voice was firm and powerful, as if he was announcing to everyone: "We won!"

However, at this time, everyone in the Demon Suppression Mansion was still in a state of confusion. They were just immersed in the despair of possible tragic death and annihilation, but in a blink of an eye, the situation changed drastically. They actually won?

This is simply too outrageous and too incredible. They looked at each other, their eyes full of astonishment and disbelief. They felt that all this was too unreal, as if they were dreaming. Some people even couldn't help rubbing their eyes, wanting to confirm whether they saw it wrong.

"Win? Did you win?" An extremely cold voice, like a cold wind piercing the bones, came from the distant sky, instantly making Ling Xiao and others tremble all over, as if they were shocked by an invisible force.

They suddenly raised their heads, their eyes were like torches, and looked in the direction where the voice came from. They saw a man wearing silver armor and with a cold face, as if he stepped out of the void and slowly walked into their sight.

The silver armor flashed cold light in the afterglow of the setting sun, making him look like a god of war, majestic and inviolable.

The breath emanating from him alone was enough to make people feel palpitations. This breath was even more terrifying than that of the high priest, as if it contained endless power and destructive power.

"Even... he may have reached the level of Condensation of Truth." Ling Xiao secretly exclaimed in his heart, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes. He knew very well that such strength was definitely not something they could contend with at the moment.

"The Holy Lord of the Zhenhun Palace Holy Hall! Wasn't he healing? How did he recover?" Long Yingtian's face became extremely ugly at this moment, and there was a hint of disbelief and horror in his voice.

He never expected that the Holy Lord, who was supposed to be healing, would appear at this time, and judging from his condition, he had obviously recovered almost.

The next moment, the Holy Lord's figure was like a silver lightning, instantly crossing the space and coming to Ling Xiao's side. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, scanning the devastated Chaos Demon City, and then locked onto Ling Xiao without hesitation.

Ling Xiao's face became extremely cold at this moment, his eyes stared at the Holy Lord, with a firm light flashing in his eyes. He secretly sighed in his heart that the world is unpredictable and full of surprises.

He thought that killing the high priest would have achieved a staged victory, but he didn't expect to attract a more terrifying opponent.

However, even in the face of such a desperate situation, Ling Xiao did not retreat. He knew that escaping was not the solution to the problem. Only by facing the challenge head-on could he find a chance to break through. He held the weapon tightly in his hand, ready to meet the upcoming challenge.

The cold murderous intent in the deep eyes of the Saint of the Zhenhun Palace was like a winter wind, piercing Ling Xiao's bones.

He spoke slowly, his voice low and threatening: "You are very powerful. You almost destroyed my Zhenhun Palace." Every word seemed to carry a thousand pounds of force, which could not be ignored.

Ling Xiao touched his nose lightly, and a slightly helpless smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "I am not that capable. It was Tongtong who did it. You can go find her." There was a bit of teasing in his words, trying to shift the responsibility to the girl who had left, but the determination and confidence in his eyes had never diminished.

The Holy Lord's eyes became more fierce when he heard this, as if he wanted to eat Ling Xiao alive: "You are her father, if you are not responsible, who will be responsible?" His voice trembled slightly with anger, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the gap between his teeth, full of unwillingness and anger.

Ling Xiao's mouth curled up a sarcastic smile, he knew the other party's weakness very well: "You have actually been nearby for a long time, you didn't dare to come out when Tongtong was here, and you dared to show up after she left?"

There was a bit of contempt in his tone, as if he was mocking the other party's cowardice and weakness.

A trace of embarrassment flashed in the Holy Lord's eyes, but it was soon replaced by a more determined killing intent.

He was very single and directly admitted his powerlessness: "I can't beat her, but I can kill you and make her suffer." His voice was as cold as ice, and every word seemed to come from the depths of hell, which made people shudder.

Ling Xiao was speechless when he heard this. He didn't expect the other party to be so direct and target himself as a "soft persimmon". He shook his head slightly, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he thought to himself: This is really picking on the weak.

"Aren't you afraid that she will come back?" Ling Xiao asked with a hint of provocation and disdain. His eyes flashed with an unyielding light, as if telling the other party that even in the face of a powerful enemy, he would never give up easily.

The Holy Lord's expression became complicated at this moment. He was stunned for a moment, and then a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Do you know why I didn't show up when you just swallowed the energy essence and broke through? I was afraid that she would come back, but now, I'm not worried, because I know that she can't come back."

There was a hint of pride and relief in his voice, as if he had finally untied a long-standing knot in his heart.

When Ling Xiao heard this, a subtle fluctuation flashed in his eyes. He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to absorb all the resentment and anger into his chest, and then slowly exhaled.

He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword in his hand. The strange black lines flowed on the sword body, as if it contained endless magic and power. As he moved, a terrifying force began to rise in his body, as if he wanted to bring the world under his control.

The Holy Lord looked at Ling Xiao's actions, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes: "Want to fight to the death? No, you are too weak! No, it should be said that you are too young. With your talent, you will definitely be able to beat me in the future, but not now!"

There was a bit of regret and ridicule in his voice, as if he was looking at a young man who was ignorant of the height of the world and trying to challenge an insurmountable peak.

The moment the voice fell, the Holy Lord raised his right hand gently, as if he had the power of life and death over all things in the world, and then pressed down on Ling Xiao gently.

Although this pressure seemed to be light, it contained a terrifying force that could overturn the world. Ling Xiao's expression changed drastically at this moment, his eyes widened instantly, and his pupils were filled with fear and despair.