Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Ling Xiao understood in his heart that with his current state, if he exerted all his strength, he might have a great chance of killing the Demon Tower expert before him.

However, he also knew that beside this Demon Tower expert, there was an even more powerful existence who had not yet made a move.

Once that guy joined the battle and formed a pincer attack with the person in front of him, then even if he had great abilities, he would surely die. It's wise to leave here first, for where there is life, there is hope.

"Chase!" The Demon Tower expert watched Ling Xiao disappear rapidly into the distance, feeling as if he had been thoroughly played. His gloomy face was like the sky before a storm, filled with oppression and anger.

He had originally received the Tower Master's order to secretly find an opportunity to kill Ling Xiao, trying not to reveal his identity.

But at this moment, he was overwhelmed by anger, feeling that his every move had been seen through by Ling Xiao. If Ling Xiao were allowed to leave alive, he would not only lose face, but his mission would also be a complete failure.

So, without thinking, he shouted and prepared to take a big step to chase after him.

But just as he was about to act, another expert who had been silent beside him suddenly made a move. His large hand was like a steel gate, accurately blocking him.

"Dao Mo, don't be stupid, have you forgotten your Tower Master's orders?" A low but powerful voice sounded in Dao Mo's ear, like a heavy hammer striking his chaotic mind.

This shout, like a basin of cold water in winter, instantly sobered Dao Mo up.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes full of unwillingness and anger, but seeing that many warriors around had noticed Ling Xiao's existence, the crowd began to stir.

He knew that if he continued to pursue, his identity would definitely be exposed, and not only would the mission fail, but it would also likely bring greater trouble to himself and the Demon Tower.

Despite having thousands of unwillingness in his heart, Dao Mo finally suppressed his anger and gave up the idea of chasing, watching Ling Xiao disappear into the distance.

In the dim space, blood-red mist lingered, like an invisible net, oppressive and suffocating.

Dao Mo looked grief-stricken, his eyes seeming to burst into flames. He suddenly rushed forward, roaring at the expert named Chen Mo beside him:

"Chen Mo, why didn't you make a move just now? When that Tongtian Realm kid appeared, you should have fought alongside me! If the two of us joined forces, dealing with him would be as easy as crushing an ant, but you stood by and watched, what's the meaning of this!"

Dao Mo's voice echoed in this space, every word filled with anger and unwillingness.

Chen Mo's expression was extremely calm. He moved his feet slightly, the robe on his body fluttered gently, and then he cast his gaze lightly on Dao Mo. There was a hint of disdain and indifference in his eyes.

He slowly opened his mouth, his voice low but clear, and said: "I didn't expect you to be so weak. You can't even deal with a small Tongtian Realm kid. Look at your performance just now, not only were you forced to retreat, but you almost let him escape. I really don't know where your cultivation has gone over the years."

Chen Mo's words were like sharp thorns, piercing straight into Dao Mo's heart.

"You!" Dao Mo was trembling with anger at Chen Mo's words. His hands were clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white from exertion, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing. The anger in his heart was like a volcano about to erupt, surging and turbulent.

"Don't think I don't know what you're planning. You just want to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, and when that kid and I are both injured, you can reap the benefits, right? You bunch of insidious and cunning guys!" Dao Mo gritted his teeth, every word seemingly carrying poison.

"Say what you want." A faint smile appeared on the corner of Chen Mo's mouth, a smile full of ridicule and indifference.

He ignored Dao Mo, turned his body slightly, flicked his sleeves, and turned away gracefully. Leaving Dao Mo alone in place, anger and suffocation washed over him like a tide.

"Damn it!" Dao Mo bit his teeth hard, his teeth clattering. He suppressed the anger in his heart, quickly looked around, and then loudly ordered his subordinates behind him: "Pass the order, continue to keep a close eye on Ling Xiao, don't act for the time being, and wait for the Tower Master's new orders!"

The voice seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth, full of unwillingness. After speaking, Dao Mo's figure flickered and disappeared in place in an instant, leaving only the blood-red mist still slowly floating.

On the other side, Ling Xiao made a great commotion when he escaped. The powerful energy fluctuations generated when he fought fiercely with the Demon Tower expert broke through layers of void and made earth-shattering sounds.

This sound was like a mountain collapsing and the ground cracking, clearly audible within a radius of thousands of miles. Therefore, many secretly lurking experts felt this energy fluctuation and movement, and rushed towards here like sharks smelling blood.

Their eyes flickered with greedy light, as if Ling Xiao was an incredibly tempting piece of fat, and whoever could get him would get endless benefits.

In the place where Ling Xiao had previously fought with the Demon Tower expert, a thick atmosphere of ruins permeated. Broken stones and soil piled up like mountains, and the air still smelled of the pungent smoke left over from the battle and the traces of powerful energy fluctuations.

Suddenly, a gloomy and eerie voice sounded like a ghost: "Someone has already made a move, search for that kid Ling Xiao with all your strength. With his ability, he should have escaped from Zhaixing Tower City. Everyone, take action, don't let others get there first! Whoever finds Ling Xiao, the Tower Master will reward you!"

This voice seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, cold and full of oppression.

After speaking, the space in the field suddenly rippled, like layers of waves produced after a huge stone was thrown into a calm lake.

The ripples continued to ripple, as if a mysterious and powerful force was surging in the space. Before long, several black shadows shuttled through this ruin like ghosts and disappeared into the night.

However, no one noticed that Ling Xiao had not actually left. He turned on the Mist Cloak and quietly returned to Zhaixing Tower City, like a ghost, without leaving a trace.

Even, with his amazing courage and extremely high hiding skills, he entered the Demon Tower again.

Ling Xiao's eyes flashed with a cold light, and the anger in his heart burned fiercely.

This group of shameless Demon Tower guys are clearly a group of hypocrites with moral pretensions. They said they would let him leave, but in the blink of an eye, they were the first to send someone to chase him, which made Ling Xiao's hatred for the Demon Tower reach its peak.