Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Then, his right hand swung gently like flowing water, his movements graceful and decisive.

A tiny but sharp sword light flashed, and there seemed to be a slight tearing sound in the air.

In the blink of an eye, Pang Jun's two ears were cut off accurately, and the blood instantly stained his clothes red, dripping on the ground, forming a shocking blood flower.

Pang Jun's face became distorted due to severe pain and shock. He covered his face in disbelief and let out a shrill scream. The air around him seemed to solidify, and everyone was deeply shocked by this scene.

"Now," Ling Xiao's voice was low and powerful, his eyes were like torches, staring directly at Pang Jun, as if to penetrate his soul, "Tell me, why do you want to pick on me for no reason? What happened today is by no means accidental, there must be something hidden in it."

His tone revealed an unquestionable majesty, which made people dare not hide the slightest.

However, Pang Jun did not seem to be intimidated by Ling Xiao's majesty, but was overwhelmed by anger. He roared, his voice full of unwillingness and madness: "Why are you still standing there? Kill him! I want him to know the consequences of offending me!"

With his order, the masters who followed him responded one after another, rushing towards Ling Xiao like hungry wolves. Although their movements were swift, they were like child's play in Ling Xiao's eyes. He smiled contemptuously, and that smile contained both disdain for his opponents and confidence in his own strength.

He glanced at these masters who rushed over and secretly evaluated in his heart. The strongest was only at the peak of Tongtian Realm, and there was not even a strong man who had entered Tianhe Realm. Such a lineup was nothing more than a crowd of ants to him, and he was not afraid of it at all.

He shook his head gently, as if he felt sorry for their overestimation of their own abilities.

His eyes suddenly turned cold, and the aura around Ling Xiao seemed to solidify instantly, and a heart-pounding chill filled the air.

Then, the deep and terrifying soul power in his body suddenly bloomed like a volcanic eruption, shining brightly, dispelling all the darkness around. This soul power contains endless majesty and oppression, which makes people involuntarily feel awe.

With the release of soul power, a mixture of bloodthirstiness and god-killing dual artistic conception of knife and sword suddenly merged, turning into an extremely sharp edge, rushing towards the masters who were about to pounce on him like the creation of the world.

Wherever this edge passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, emitting bursts of sharp whistles.

Faced with this sudden and terrifying blow, the movements of those masters froze instantly, and their faces became sluggish due to fear, as if they were fixed in place by an invisible force. Their eyes were full of disbelief and despair, but they were powerless to resist.

Ling Xiao's figure shuttled through the crowd like a ghost, and every swing of the knife was precise and fierce. The blade cut through the air, bringing with it a series of piercing wind-breaking sounds. Every slash was accompanied by the enemy's falling figure and shrill screams.

Blood splattered everywhere, staining Ling Xiao's robes and the surrounding ground red, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Soon after, the screams around him gradually subsided, leaving only heavy breathing and the occasional sound of objects collapsing.

Ling Xiao sat back in his original position, his face without the slightest ripple, as if nothing had happened just now. However, there were already more than a dozen corpses around him, all of which were masters of the Tongtian Realm, and their eyes still retained the fear and unwillingness before death.

The strong men brought by Pang Jun, including the strongest Tongtian Realm peak strong man, have now become the dead souls under Ling Xiao's sword. Although this battle was short, it was extremely tragic. Even the originally solid room was shattered by the powerful soul power, and the ground was in a mess.

The movement here soon attracted the attention of countless powerful people around. They all cast doubtful eyes, but no one dared to approach easily. After all, the strength displayed by Ling Xiao was too terrifying, which made people feel afraid.

In this battlefield where chaos and silence intertwined, Ling Xiao sat alone in the center, like an invincible god of war, making people dare not look directly at him.

In the room, the atmosphere was so solemn that it almost solidified. Pang Jun stared at Ling Xiao with his eyes wide open, with disbelief and burning anger intertwined in his eyes, as if he wanted to engrave Ling Xiao's figure in his heart forever.

"Ling Xiao, you... do you know what you are doing, you..." His voice trembled, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from his teeth, full of unwillingness and despair.

However, before he finished speaking, Ling Xiao's actions were faster than his words. He saw his wrist move slightly, and the long sword was like a spirit snake coming out of a hole, instantly piercing Pang Jun's face.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still, and blood spurted out like a fountain, staining Ling Xiao's clothes and Pang Jun's terrified face red. Pang Jun let out a heart-wrenching scream, which was shrill and desperate, and resounded throughout the room like a pig being slaughtered.

He instinctively wanted to turn around and run away, but Ling Xiao was one step faster. Ling Xiao grabbed Pang Jun's collar and pulled him back as easily as a chicken, making it impossible for him to escape the fate of death. Pang Jun's eyes were full of fear and despair. He struggled desperately, but in vain.

On the side, Pang Xiaojuan witnessed all this, her face was as pale as paper, her eyes were wide open, and she was completely stunned. She had never seen such a bloody and cruel scene, and the fear and shock in her heart were intertwined, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

She looked at Ling Xiao's cold and resolute eyes, and an unprecedented chill surged in her heart.

But Ling Xiao seemed to have nothing to do with all this. He still sat there, with an upright posture and a calm demeanor. He gently picked up the cup of cooled spiritual tea on the table, took a sip, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Pour tea!" His voice was calm and powerful, as if nothing had happened just now.

Pang Xiaojuan's body trembled violently when she heard it. She didn't dare to hesitate at all, and quickly picked up the teapot, and poured another cup of tea for Ling Xiao with trembling hands.

Her movements were mechanical and stiff, and her eyes were full of fear and obedience. In her opinion, if she didn't do it, she might really end up like Pang Jun, with a miserable end.

Ling Xiao's eyes gently swept over Pang Jun, who was kneeling at his feet. It was a kind of cold scrutiny, as if he was looking at an insignificant ant.

Pang Jun's face was twisted with resentment, his facial features were dislocated with anger, his eyes were burning with rage, yet mixed with deep fear, making his face look extremely hideous, like a devil crawling out of hell, which was chilling.