Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

He also learned from those demon soul beasts that there were two powerful beings following Ling Xiao, named Lie Zu and Wen Zu. If he didn't escape at this time, he would really be dead.

Just as he was thinking about how to escape from this place to avoid getting involved in unnecessary disputes, the surrounding scene suddenly changed drastically.

The originally empty and deep void seemed to be enveloped by a mysterious force in an instant, turning into a white, vast expanse. Nothing could be seen clearly, and it seemed as if everything around it no longer existed, and only this was left. Endless paleness.

"Who?" The man was shocked, with a tremor in his voice. He looked around, trying to find any clues from this strange environment, but all he received was silence and nothingness.

This sudden change made him feel unprecedented fear and uneasiness, as if he was being watched by some unknown and powerful force, and he might fall into an irreversible situation at any time.

"Haha, aren't you following me? Are you asking me who I am?" Ling Xiao's figure quietly emerged like a ghost. Under the moonlight, his face looked cold and deep. He looked at the man in front of him lightly, with both eyes. A clear insight into everything, with a hint of imperceptible playfulness.

"You are from the Holy Church, are you here to kill me? Or are you here for my treasure?" Ling Xiao's words were calm but with unquestionable power, and every word clearly struck the man's heartstrings. His tone revealed a calmness that had gone through the storm, as if he had expected this moment to come.

The man didn't answer, but just stared at Ling Xiao closely, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes, including fear of the unknown and dedication to the mission. In the night, his figure trembled slightly, not because of fear, but because of a fierce battle in his heart.

But he knew very well that in this world where the strong were respected, it was already a luxury to escape. The air around him seemed to be frozen, and every minute and every second was filled with oppression and urgency. He could only fight and use all his strength to fight for that glimmer of hope.

Although he was afraid of the legendary strong man behind Ling Xiao, he had no intention of backing down when facing Ling Xiao himself. In his opinion, the key to this battle is speed. As long as Ling Xiao can be quickly controlled, there should be a turn for the better whether it is to complete the mission or save his life.

The next moment, he struck almost in a flash of lightning. A long sword in his hand flashed with cold light, like a meteor streaking across the night sky, piercing the sky with a sharp sound of wind. This blow gathered all his strength and determination, intending to take down Ling Xiao in one fell swoop.

At that moment, with Ling Xiao as the center, the trees within a radius of 100 meters seemed to have suffered a disaster, instantly turning into powder and scattering in the wind. At the same time, the ground began to collapse layer by layer, boulders rolled, dust flew, and it was a doomsday scene.

"Hahaha, you don't overestimate your capabilities. I might still be afraid of the people behind you, but you are far behind..."

The man laughed, and the laughter was full of contempt and disdain, as if in his eyes, Ling Xiao was just an ant, not worth his time. The corners of his mouth curved, and an indescribable arrogance shone in his eyes.

But his laughter stopped abruptly at that moment, as if it was cut off by some invisible force. His smile froze on his face, and a trace of disbelief and surprise flashed in his eyes.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Ling Xiao stood there, unscathed. His clothes were still neat and tidy, and his figure was as straight as a pine tree, as if the violent blow just now was just a breeze to him. There was a faint smile on his face. There was confidence and calmness in that smile, as if everything was under control.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, your power is not bad. You are powerful enough to be the chief priest in the Zhenling Mansion Holy Church. I didn't expect that you are just a small priest in the Zhenling Mansion Holy Church. This Zhenling Mansion Holy Church is really impressive. I'm a little worried." Ling Xiao's words contained a bit of teasing and ridicule, as if he was having a relaxed conversation with an old friend.

Before he could finish his voice, his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot at a dizzying speed. Immediately afterwards, a huge claw appeared out of thin air. It was the terrifying claw of the demon soul beast. The sharp nails glowed with cold light, like a sharp blade. The claws grabbed the man's head and held him firmly in his hand.

The man struggled desperately, the muscles on his face were distorted by fear and pain, and his eyes were so round that they seemed to pop out.

He clenched his hands into fists and tried his best to break away from this terrible force, but found that his whole body was tightly imprisoned by a terrible force, and he could not move at all.

His eyes were full of despair and unwillingness, as if at this moment, he truly realized the huge gap between himself and Ling Xiao.

"No...impossible, this is the power of Baoyuan Realm, you...how could you have...you..."

The man screamed in horror, his voice trembling with disbelief, as if he had seen the most incredible thing in the world. His eyes were wide open, reflecting Ling Xiao's cold and deep eyes, and his face was full of complex expressions of despair and fear.

"Want to know?" A playful smile appeared at the corner of Ling Xiao's mouth. There was both mockery of the man's frightened reaction and confidence and pride in his own strength. His voice was calm and low, but it sounded like thunder in the man's ears, making the man even more panicked.

"Let me die knowingly." The man gritted his teeth, with a hint of pleading in his voice, as if this was his last hope. His hands clenched into fists, and his veins bulged, showing his inner struggle and unwillingness.

"I won't tell you..." Ling Xiao smiled slightly, with a bit of teasing and provocation in his tone. His claws suddenly exerted force, as if he wanted to play with the man's head like a toy.

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Bang!

With a dull loud noise, the man's head burst like a watermelon hit by a heavy hammer, and red and white objects splashed everywhere, and the scene was shocking. The man's body fell down weakly, and the last ray of light in his eyes went out, and he died.

Ling Xiao activated the Devouring Heaven Demon Art and devoured the man's blood and essence.

With the integration of this power, his cultivation level was slightly improved, and a faint smile appeared on his face. That smile was both satisfied with his strength and indifferent to the impermanence of life.

He gently patted the blood on his hands, as if he was doing something insignificant. When he turned around, a cold light flashed in his eyes, as if telling the world: In this world where the strong are respected, being weak means death.

This middle-aged man is not weak, but a genuine third-level Baoyuan Realm expert. His strength is even stronger than the chief priest of the Zhenhun Palace Holy Hall.