Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Although his body was suffering from unspeakable pain, his spine was always straight and he had no intention of kneeling down. His eyes shone with unyielding and stubbornness, as if he was using this method to prove his dignity and determination to the tall statue.

The statue still looked down at him, and its indifferent eyes seemed to contain endless years and vicissitudes.

Its voice was like ancient thunder, roaring in the empty space, resounding throughout the sky and the earth, with endless majesty and coldness: "The Demon Soul King is the founder of my Demon Soul Clan, you are just a human, What qualifications do you have to be his successor? Who are you? What kind of secrets are you hiding?"

Ling Xiao wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth. The blood stains looked particularly dazzling against the pale face.

He spoke calmly, and although his voice was weak, it revealed an unquestionable firmness:

"You don't need to be so loud, I heard it very clearly. The Demon Soul Beast is just a group created by the Demon Soul King. In the eyes of the Demon Soul King, all living beings are equal, regardless of high or low. If he is really here, he will see me , all have to call the devil.

And you, as the guardian of the Demon Soul Beast clan, dare to do this to me, are you not afraid that I will become the Demon Lord in the future and completely wipe out your Demon Soul Beast clan? "

There was an indescribable domineering and majestic tone in Ling Xiao's words, as if he really had the power to subvert the world and dominate all things. Even though his body was close to its limit at this moment, there was no fear or flinch in his eyes.

"You are talking nonsense! How can you be the Demon Lord! You are just a mere human being, how can you have such a lofty status and power! This is simply ridiculous!"

The statue's voice was full of disbelief and anger, and its body seemed to be trembling slightly, obviously unable to accept this sudden fact.

When Ling Xiao saw this, a faint sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. He was too lazy to talk nonsense with the statue and directly sacrificed the world-destroying needle in his hand.

The world-destroying magic needle slowly rotated in his palm, emitting a faint black light, and an ancient and terrifying aura spread from it, making the entire space tremble.

"Do you believe it now?" There was a hint of joking and ridicule in Ling Xiao's tone. He gently shook the world-destroying magic needle in his hand. The world-destroying magic needle seemed to respond to his call and made a slight buzzing sound, as if to The statue proves its authenticity and power.

When the statue saw the world-destroying magic needle, its originally terrifying aura suddenly retracted like a tide, and its figure trembled slightly, as if it was shocked by an invisible force. After a while, the statue's expression gradually became complicated, with confusion, reluctance, and a hint of indescribable awe.

"Why did Lord Demon Soul King choose you to be the inheritor...and why did the World-Destroying Demonic Needle choose you!" There was a hint of trembling in the statue's voice, as if he was seeking answers from Ling Xiao and himself.

Ling Xiao lightly shrugged and said speechlessly: "Because I am excellent! Isn't it obvious? Maybe they all feel that only I can save the Demon Sect and lead the Demon Sect to a more glorious future. After all, I am The descendants of the Demon Soul King are the future Demon Lords, aren’t they?”

Upon hearing this, the statue's deep eyes locked tightly on Ling Xiao again, as if to see him thoroughly. Its eyes flashed with complex emotions, including unwillingness, regret, and a trace of indescribable struggle.

After a long time, the statue slowly spoke, with a hint of helplessness and unwillingness in its voice: "Yes, you are indeed excellent, both in terms of strength and mind, you are among the best. However, unfortunately, you are not my demon soul. A member of the beast clan. The blood flowing in your blood is that of human beings, not that of our demon soul beasts.”

When Ling Xiao heard this, a faint smile appeared on his lips, and his eyes shone with wisdom and confidence.

He said slowly: "The Demon Soul Beast clan was once so glorious and powerful, but now, it has declined to the point where there are only 30,000 people left, huddled in a small village, struggling to survive. Do you know? This current situation is undoubtedly a great irony and sadness for the once glorious Demon Soul Beast."

Hearing this, the statue nodded slightly. Its expression became more and more complicated, as if it was recalling the glory of the past, and also seemed to be lamenting the desolation of the current situation. Its eyes flashed with nostalgia for the past, as well as confusion and worry about the future.

When Ling Xiao saw this, a trace of sympathy and understanding flashed in his eyes. He looked at the statue with a hint of sincerity and expectation in his tone:

"You also think I am excellent, right? Then, why not give me a chance and give yourself a chance? Maybe, I can lead the Demon Soul Beast clan towards revival?

After all, I want the entire Demon Sect to rise. My goal is not only to become the Demon Lord, but also to make the Demon Sect stand at the top of the world again and become a being that everyone looks up to. "

The statue's deep eyes stared closely at Ling Xiao, with a hint of teasing and disdain in his tone: "Are all humans as thick-skinned as you? How dare you utter such arrogant words that you want to lead my Demonic Soul Beast Clan? revival?"

Hearing this, Ling Xiao curled up into a sneer, his eyes flashing with confidence and determination.

He said slowly:

"Haha, I, Ling Xiao, am not a shameless person. What I say and do are all out of my sincerity and strength. If you think I can't do it, then forget it, send me out. Don't always judge others by yourself, and think that what you can't do, others must not be able to do. It's ridiculous that you think so highly of yourself and look down on others."

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The statue heard the words and shook slightly, as if it was touched by Ling Xiao's words. It was silent for a moment, and suddenly said: "You can become the new Demon Soul King of my Demon Soul Clan!"

Ling Xiao lowered his head and thought, with deep thoughts between his eyebrows. This proposal was not an unacceptable challenge for him.

It is true that the Demon Soul King did not teach him everything he had learned in his life, but what's the harm? Ling Xiao knew that the real strong never relied on the gifts of others, but relied on their own talents and unremitting efforts to constantly break through themselves and climb to the peak of strength.

He thought to himself that he did have the ability to restore the glory of the Demon Soul Beast Clan. This confidence is not groundless, but comes from the multiple powers flowing in his body.

The power of the Demon Soul King is undoubtedly the cornerstone of his power. The majestic power from the ancient demon soul gives him unparalleled combat potential.

But Ling Xiao's power is far more than that. He has also integrated the essence of other demon sect leaders. The power of those once powerful masters has now become a part of his body, closely connected with his will and soul.