Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

When the bandaged man heard this, his eyes became complicated. He was silent for a moment, seeming to be thinking about something and weighing the pros and cons.

After a while, he spoke slowly, with a hint of determination in his voice: "The inheritance of our Demon Dragon Clan has not been passed on to outsiders since ancient times. Although you have been recognized by the Demon Lord, you are not a member of our Demon Dragon Clan after all. I The inheritance cannot be handed over to you easily.”

There was a hint of helplessness and regret in the bandage man's words, but more importantly, he expressed persistence and perseverance in the inheritance of the Demonic Dragon Clan. He knew very well that the matter of inheritance was no small matter. Once it was leaked to outsiders, it would bring endless trouble and disaster to the Demonic Dragon Clan.

Therefore, although he was shocked and recognized by Ling Xiao's strength and potential, he still could not make a decision easily.

"It's already this time, and you still say such ridiculous things." Ling Xiao's tone contained a hint of helplessness and ridicule. His eyes were fixed on the bandaged man, with a complicated light shining in his eyes.

"If you don't pass it on to me, are you going to let the inheritance of the Demon Dragon Clan disappear silently in the long river of history? Well, of course, it is not completely lost. After all, when I am lucky enough to find the Demon Dragon King's body one day in the future, there will still be I have a chance to inherit it completely. However, by then, this Dragon Transformation Technique will be just the icing on the cake for me, so I won’t learn it.”

Ling Xiao shook his head gently, with a bitter smile on his lips. He knew very well that since the other party refused to teach him, he could not force it.

The bandaged man looks like a living dead, indifferent to anything, and there is no way to threaten or impress him by any means. However, Ling Xiao felt a little regretful in his heart. He didn't understand why some people would be so stubborn and would rather let the precious inheritance be cut off than show it to others easily.

He turned around to leave, but his steps seemed a little heavy.

At this moment, a slightly hoarse but full of vicissitudes of voice suddenly sounded, interrupting his thoughts: "You are right, if I don't pass it on to you, the inheritance of my Demonic Dragon Clan may never be passed on. ...Just, can you do something for me?”

There was a hint of imperceptible pleading and expectation in the bandaged man's voice, and his eyes became much softer. Ling Xiao stopped and turned to look at the bandaged man, feeling an inexplicable emotion well up in his heart.

He realized that perhaps beneath the seemingly indifferent appearance of the bandaged man, there was an unknown past and deep worries hidden.

Ling Xiao was silent for a moment, seeming to be thinking about something. His eyes flashed with firmness and determination, as if telling the bandaged man that he was willing to lend a helping hand as long as things were reasonable.

"Say it!" Ling Xiao's tone was light, but his eyes revealed an unquestionable determination. He raised his chin slightly and looked directly at the bandaged man, as if waiting for the other person's next words, and as if silently telling him that he was not someone who could be dismissed casually.

The bandaged man took a deep breath and seemed to be sorting out his thoughts. After a moment, he slowly spoke: "I'll listen to what it is first. If it's within my ability, I will do my best."

There was some caution and consideration in Ling Xiao's words. He knew that once he agreed, it would mean taking on a responsibility, a responsibility that might be too heavy for him to bear.

When the bandaged man heard this, a trace of gratitude flashed in his eyes, but was immediately replaced by deep hatred. He gritted his teeth and spit out a few words: "Revenge for my clan!" Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, full of endless anger and unwillingness.

When Ling Xiao heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little shocked in his heart. He didn't expect that what the bandage man wanted was so heavy and difficult. But after thinking about it, he felt relieved again. In this world where the strong are respected, hatred and revenge are ordinary things.

He frowned slightly, as if he was weighing something, but he quickly gave an answer: "Revenge? Don't worry, the Holy Church and I have become mortal enemies, and there is no problem in destroying the Holy Church sooner or later."

Ling Xiao's words were somewhat refreshing and resolute, as if he was telling the bandaged man that he would not only try his best to get revenge, but he would also use all his strength and would not give up until he achieved his goal.

"No, although the Holy Temple is the enemy of my Demonic Dragon Country, without that guy, our Demonic Dragon Clan would not be in such a situation."

The bandaged man shook his head. The eyes hidden in the gaps in the bandage revealed not only strong hatred, but also deep nostalgia and endless sadness for the glorious past. His voice was low and hoarse, as if every word carried a thousand pounds of memories.

"Aren't you looking for the Holy Temple?" When Ling Xiao heard this, a trace of astonishment flashed across his face, and then his eyes became sharp, trying to capture more information from the bandaged man's expression.

"Tell me, what exactly happened." There was unquestionable firmness in his tone. Obviously, he was full of curiosity and desire to explore this dusty history.

The bandaged man let out a long sigh. The sigh echoed in the empty room and seemed particularly long and heavy. He paused for a moment, seeming to collect his thoughts, and also seemed to be preparing for the scars that were about to be revealed.

Finally, he spoke slowly, with an imperceptible tremor in his voice:

"In the past, the Demon Sect was defeated. It was a war that subverted the entire Baize Continent. The Kingdom of the Demon Dragon, as the Demon Sect's most powerful ally, naturally was not spared and suffered an unprecedented catastrophe. However, Thanks to the wisdom and foresight of our ancestors, we, the Demonic Dragon Clan, were well prepared and secretly built an underground fortress, thus preserving the last bloodline in that disaster.”

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"At that time, although we were in a desperate situation, there was an eternal flame burning in our hearts - the flame of revenge and restoration.

So, a bold and resolute plan quietly sprouted in our hearts. We decided not only to drive away the people in the temple, but also to take this opportunity to regain our glory and territory.

For this purpose, we carefully selected the brave men of the dragon clan. They voluntarily accepted the face-changing technique, disguised themselves as humans, lurked in the interior of the temple, and waited for the right time to work together to complete this seemingly impossible task."

At this point, a trace of determination and tragedy flashed in the eyes of the bandaged man, which was a respect for the sacrifice and a persistence in the unfinished business.

"Originally, everything went smoothly and we saw the hope of winning, but at this time, a traitor appeared." The face of the bandaged man became extremely hideous at this moment, as if all the pain and anger were condensed on this face wrapped in bandages, and his voice was a little hoarse due to excitement.

"That woman," the bandaged man gritted his teeth and said these words, each word seemed to come from the deepest part of his heart.

"Just because she fell in love with someone from the Holy Temple, she revealed our face-changing plan. At that moment, I seemed to hear the heart-breaking sound of the Demon Dragon Clan. Our efforts and sacrifices were all in vain."