Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Listening to Chong Xuan's words, Mo Zhi frowned slightly, a worried look on his face. Stroking the sparse beard on his chin, he pondered:

“It was not easy for the Righteous Qi Hall to gather so many monstrous geniuses, those are their capital for dominating the martial arts world in the future, they can't just hand them over casually, right?

The Righteous Qi Hall has invested a lot of effort and resources in nurturing these geniuses, it's like how a miserly miser would be reluctant to easily give up his wealth.”

Chong Xuan's lips curled up slightly, revealing a cold smile. He leaned back in his chair and said leisurely: “If they don't hand them over, then our Demon Tower will cooperate with those forces chasing Ling Xiao to put pressure on this Righteous Qi Hall. Those forces also have certain conflicts of interest with us. When the time comes, if we attack together, the Righteous Qi Hall will definitely be exhausted.”

Mo Zhi still shook his head, his brow furrowed even more tightly. He solemnly analyzed: “The Righteous Qi Hall is not like our Demon Tower, they have the Holy Hall backing them up, those foreign forces would not dare to offend them easily.

The Holy Hall is like an unshakable mountain in the martial arts world, with a profound foundation and supreme prestige. Even if those forces have the audacity, they would not dare to easily provoke the wrath of the Holy Hall.”

Chong Xuan sneered, his eyes full of mockery and disdain, as if he had already planned everything out: “What if it's the pressure from the Holy Hall? The Holy Hall has long wanted to kill Ling Xiao and seize the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword, and they will definitely not allow Ling Xiao's friends and family to grow up and threaten their position.

If the Righteous Qi Hall doesn't want to be abandoned by the Holy Hall, they have to compromise. The Righteous Qi Hall would not dare to disobey the Holy Hall's intentions, otherwise they will lose their greatest support in the Star Picking Tower and become a rootless duckweed.”

Outside the magnificent and grand hall, thick fog surged like a tide, and fine water droplets diffused in the air, like a faint veil.

Ling Xiao was wearing a Mist Concealment Cloak, which was made of special material, adding a touch of mystery under the cover of the fog.

However, at this moment, his face under the cloak was terribly gloomy, like the night sky before a storm, dark clouds covered, making people feel fearful.

His brows were tightly furrowed, as if twisted together by the giant hand of fate, and flames of anger and anxiety burned in his eyes. His nostrils twitched slightly, and he occasionally let out a low and suppressed groan. His hands were also clenched into fists unconsciously, and his knuckles turned white due to excessive force.

The words of Chong Xuan, the Demon Tower Lord, were like sharp poisonous thorns, piercing Ling Xiao's heart. His words were extremely insidious, full of calculations and malice, but it must be admitted that Chong Xuan's analysis was incisive and logical.

Ling Bi and the others were in a situation like a lone boat in a storm, which could be swallowed by the ruthless waves at any time, not safe.

Thinking of the dangers they might be suffering, Ling Xiao felt a pang in his heart, and a strong sense of responsibility surged in his chest. He knew that he had to find a way to rescue them from the dire situation.

However, rashly going to rescue people would be like hitting a stone with an egg. Before rescuing people, he had to strengthen his own strength. Only when he became stronger would he have enough confidence to fight against the many crises.

Moreover, he also wanted to give this Demon Tower a little revenge.

As the saying goes, a gentleman does not take revenge. When Chong Xuan asked him to leave the Demon Tower before, although he felt unhappy and secretly suffocated, he did not have too much hatred, after all, the Demon Tower had no obligation to protect him, and the rules of the martial world have always been like this.

But later, Chong Xuan actually sent the Saber Demon to attack him, which undoubtedly completely intensified the conflict, and this feud was completely settled.

And now, Chong Xuan even insidiously wants to force the Righteous Qi Hall to attack his friends and family, which is simply touching Ling Xiao's bottom line, which is absolutely unbearable.

He must not watch his loved ones being hurt. A fire of anger was burning in his heart, making his eyes more firm.

Thinking of this, Ling Xiao took a deep breath, suppressed the anger and urgency in his heart, his figure swayed slightly, and quietly disappeared into the thick fog.

During these days in the Demon Tower, he seemed calm on the surface, but in fact, he secretly observed carefully and had already understood the structure of the Demon Tower. Every corridor and every secret passage of the Demon Tower was clearly imprinted in his mind.

Any sect has its most important sect treasure vault, which is the foundation of a sect, and the Demon Tower is naturally no exception. And the treasure vault of this Demon Tower is called “Demon Treasure Pavilion”.

The Demon Treasure Pavilion is located deep in the Demon Tower, surrounded by a mysterious and strange atmosphere, as if there were invisible eyes watching everyone who approached.

The Demon Treasure Pavilion is like a huge treasure warehouse, storing a large number of treasures accumulated by the Demon Tower for thousands of years.

Among them, there are extremely sharp weapons that flicker with cold light, each of which exudes a captivating aura, as if telling the story of past glory and slaughter;

There are various functional and extraordinary treasures, emitting colorful lights, containing ancient and powerful forces;

There are also some rare and precious materials in the world, which emit strange luster, which are the crystals of nature nurtured for thousands of years, and are rare and sought-after things.

Ling Xiao was like a nimble wild cat, passing through corridors, bypassing groups of guards, and quietly arrived here. Outside the Demon Treasure Pavilion, there was a small house, which looked a little old, exuding the vicissitudes of time.

Inside the small house, an old man was sitting on a futon, his eyes closed, quietly cultivating. His breathing was even and deep, as if integrated with the surrounding air.

This old man is also a well-known elder of the Demon Tower, and also a high-level expert in the Embracing Yuan realm, whose position in the Demon Tower is crucial. He is responsible for guarding the Demon Treasure Pavilion, and is one of the thirteen demons of the Demon Tower, named Treasure Demon.

The Treasure Demon exudes a powerful and restrained aura, like a towering mountain, making people awe-inspiring. Compared with the Saber Demon, this Treasure Demon is stronger, his strength is unfathomable, and he can set off turbulent waves with every move.

It is as difficult as climbing to the sky for Ling Xiao to capture him.

What's more, once he makes a move here, the movement will inevitably be great, and he will definitely expose his whereabouts. Once exposed, the many experts of the Demon Tower will definitely besiege him immediately. At that time, not only will he not be able to enter the Demon Treasure Pavilion to obtain treasures, but he is also likely to fall into a doom.

He is naturally not so stupid, and will not easily make such an impulsive choice. He quietly hid in the dark, his eyes flashing with thoughtful light, and began to plan a more appropriate method.

After a while, Ling Xiao looked cold, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a cold smile full of mockery and confidence. He took a deep breath, and strange lights flowed around him, these lights were like agile snake-shaped lines, entwining and interweaving on his body.