Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Time slowly passed in this tense and busy search, and after a full day and night, the search work slowly stopped.

The demonic soldiers of the Demon Tower were exhausted, some slumped on the ground, panting heavily; some leaned against the walls, their eyes full of helplessness and disappointment. After this long day and night, Lingxiao had long since run away like a cunning fox.

The demonic soldiers searched carefully everywhere for a day and a night, turning over every place nearby, but still did not find any trace of Lingxiao.

Chongxuan looked at the dejected demonic soldiers returning, so angry that he flew into a rage, roaring furiously: "A bunch of trash, you can't even find a single person, what use are you!" He secretly felt in his heart that Lingxiao might have already escaped this area.

Chongxuan stood somewhat unwillingly on the open space in front of the Demon Treasure Pavilion, his expression solemn. He slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then released his powerful divine sense like a tide.

This divine sense was like an invisible and dense net, carefully searching the surroundings of the Demon Treasure Pavilion. However, fate seemed to be playing a joke on him, and he still found nothing.

Chongxuan clenched his hands into fists in anger, his fingernails deeply embedded in his flesh, leaving behind bloody marks. His body trembled slightly, glaring angrily at everything around him, as if to vent his anger.

It was a pity that he had a belly full of anger, but he could only turn around and leave in anger.

In fact, Lingxiao did not leave, he was like a cheetah lurking in the dark, still quietly staying there.

He skillfully concealed his aura, using the complex environment around him to perfectly hide himself. His eyes revealed calmness and composure, as if everything was under his control.

Sure enough, the drama of fate made everything even more thrilling. A full several hours later, the cunning and treacherous Chongxuan appeared again. He carefully looked around, his eyes revealing a hint of vigilance.

This time, he once again concentrated his mind and released his divine sense, like a keen hunting dog, carefully searching nearby. The powerful divine sense roamed in the air, and everything it passed seemed to be seen through.

If Lingxiao had accidentally revealed himself just now, he would have been discovered by Chongxuan's keen divine sense. This old fox is really cunning enough. Every move he made was carefully considered, in order to capture Lingxiao in one fell swoop.

It's a pity that no matter how cunning he is, he can't compare to Lingxiao's patience. Lingxiao waited quietly in that dark corner, his heart like a calm lake, without the slightest ripple.

Moreover, Lingxiao had seen many such old foxes in the bloody storms of the martial arts world before, so he naturally understood that he had to be extra cautious.

He held his breath tightly, hiding there motionless, letting time pass by, his patience like a hard rock, unmoved by any external factors.

"Forget it, forget it." Chongxuan frowned slightly, looking at this empty place, his face full of indifference, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was talking to Mozhi next to him.

After a pause, he said again: "It seems that this kid has really escaped. But this kid is very cunning, maybe he is hiding somewhere, you send people outside to search carefully, and don't miss any suspicious places."

After speaking, Chongxuan glanced at Mozhi beside him intentionally or unintentionally, his eyes seemed to carry a hint of hidden scrutiny, and the corners of his mouth raised an imperceptible cold smile.

This cold smile seemed to hide a deeper calculation, as if everything was under his control.

Mozhi lowered his head slightly, respectfully responded: "Yes, Your Honor." Then he quickly dispersed with his men, searching in different directions.

However, at this moment, Lingxiao was quietly hiding not far away. His aura was restrained to the extreme, and his whole person was like a sleeping stone, and even the surrounding air flow did not seem to cause the slightest ripple.

His eyes were calm, watching Chongxuan and others' every move, secretly planning his next plan, and did not relax in the slightest because of Chongxuan's departure.

Even if Chongxuan had left, this was likely just a trick of his, perhaps to lure him out. Therefore, Lingxiao remained as steady as a mountain.

An hour passed quietly in this tense atmosphere, as if every second was testing one's patience. Chongxuan appeared again with a gloomy face.

His eyes carried a trace of anger and unwillingness, his brows were tightly furrowed, and the blue veins on his forehead were slightly raised, obviously extremely dissatisfied with the fruitless search of this hour.

He paced back and forth in place, muttering to himself: "Could it be that I really guessed wrong, this kid has really left? No, it won't be that simple!"

His heart was full of doubts and annoyance, unwilling to let Lingxiao escape so easily, he felt that his majesty had been greatly challenged.

No mistake, one first, one send, one inside, one volume, one in, one look!

Helpless, Chongxuan sighed heavily, the sigh full of his sense of frustration. He knew that continuing to search aimlessly like this would not lead to any results, so he could only leave again with a trace of unwillingness.

Seeing Chongxuan leave completely, Lingxiao finally moved. The solemn atmosphere just now seemed to be broken at the moment he got up. His body was like a gust of wind, floating up gently, without making a single extra sound.

However, he did not escape from here as Chongxuan thought, but headed towards the Demon Tower's Demon Book Pavilion with a clear goal.

The Demon Book Pavilion has five floors, tall and majestic, like a mysterious beast quietly lying in the Demon Tower. The surroundings of the Demon Tower are filled with a faint demonic energy, as if telling its mystery and danger.

Each floor of the Demon Book Pavilion exudes an ancient and mysterious aura, as if hiding countless secrets and powerful forces. Stored inside are the Demon Tower's most precious martial arts secrets, these secrets record the wisdom and painstaking efforts of the Demon Tower's past masters, and each one is priceless.

Although Lingxiao himself was not interested in these demonic techniques, he had his own way of cultivation, but he understood in his heart that taking these secrets away from the Demon Tower would undoubtedly cause huge losses to the Demon Tower, and would make the high-level members of the Demon Tower extremely angry and headache.

This was also an important purpose of his action this time, he wanted to give the Demon Tower a heavy lesson, let them know that invading the Batian Empire would pay the price.

Moreover, these secrets also have an undeniable value for the Batian Empire. They can enrich the Batian Empire's martial arts treasury, allowing the empire's martial artists to have more cultivation resources and references, thereby improving the entire empire's martial arts level and strength.