Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

As the black blade fell, the figure of the young man was instantly split into two, and blood splattered, staining the surrounding space red. His eyes were full of fear and unwillingness, but he was powerless to save the situation, and he couldn't die any more.

This scene made the surrounding Zhengqitang disciples change color. They had never seen such a terrifying attack method. For a moment, fear and shock were intertwined in their hearts.

Ling Xiao looked at the tragic scene in front of him, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He didn't want to make trouble, and he didn't want to take people's lives at will.

However, things are unpredictable in the world. He just wanted to protect himself, but he didn't expect that in this instant, he had killed two young warriors from Zhengqitang. His heart was full of helplessness and self-blame, as if a huge rock was pressing on his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"Please, stop moving, okay? I didn't know you were so weak. I don't want to kill you."

He didn't want to cause trouble, but in an instant, he had killed two young warriors from Zhengqitang. This matter was like spilled water, and I'm afraid it can never be taken back, let alone resolved. Ling Xiao's heart was full of helplessness and sarcasm. He knew that this battle had pushed him into the abyss of opposition with Zhengqitang.

But he didn't regret it. Instead, he felt that these two guys were looking for death.

At this moment, more and more people in the field, they gathered around with curiosity, anger, or fear, forming a huge circle of onlookers. People's discussions and accusations came one after another, interweaving into a noisy ocean.

When seeing Ling Xiao dressed as a demon cultivator and the demon knife in his hand emitting a cold light, the eyes of everyone in the field became unfriendly. Their eyes were full of hostility and vigilance, as if Ling Xiao was a source of danger that could erupt at any time.

"The demon cultivators from the Demon Building actually came to the Righteousness Hall to kill people!" A voice sounded angrily, like thunder in the sky, instantly igniting the anger of everyone in the field.

"This is simply too much!" Another voice followed closely, full of strong condemnation of Ling Xiao's behavior.

People echoed one after another, their emotions were ignited, and anger spread among the crowd like wildfire. In their view, Ling Xiao's behavior was not only a cruel killing of two young warriors, but also a trampling and insult to the dignity of the Righteousness Hall.

"It's just a slap in the face of the Righteousness Hall!" A burly man roared, his eyes were bloodshot, as if he was about to spit out fire. He clenched his fists, ready to rush up and compete with Ling Xiao at any time.

The atmosphere in the field became more and more tense, and people's emotions were pushed to a climax.

At this moment, Ling Xiao suddenly turned around, his movements were agile and decisive. As soon as he turned around, a residual shadow flashed in front of him like a meteor across the night sky, bringing a breeze and stirring the hair on his forehead.

Ling Xiao's instinctive reaction was swift and fierce. He stretched out his hand without hesitation, and the palm of his hand gathered a strong demonic intent, which turned into a dark black blade light. With the sound of breaking through the air, he fiercely slashed in the direction where the residual image disappeared.

This attack condensed all his strength. The black blade light drew a graceful arc in the air, flashing a heart-pounding light.

Bang! With a loud bang, the air seemed to be torn apart suddenly, and the air waves overflowed, rolling up the fallen leaves and dust on the ground, forming a small vortex.

In an instant, Ling Xiao was knocked back four or five meters by this reaction force. The stone slab under his feet cracked because he could not withstand this force, and fine stone chips flew everywhere. He stabilized his body, his eyes were like torches, and he looked around vigilantly.

At this moment, not far in front of him, an old man in a white gown slowly walked into his sight. The old man's hair and beard were all white, his face was gaunt, and his eyes revealed an unquestionable majesty and coldness.

He held a cane that looked ordinary but faintly radiated spiritual light, and stood there quietly, as if he had merged with the world, with an extraordinary aura all over his body.

The old man looked at Ling Xiao coldly, his voice low and powerful: "When did the disciples of the Demon Tower become so arrogant? How dare they come to my Zhengqi Hall to kill people openly, and treat my sect rules as nothing?"

Every word he said was like a heavy hammer, hitting Ling Xiao's heart, making the air around him condense.

Ling Xiao had a blank expression, but a hint of complex emotions flashed in his eyes. He spoke slowly, his voice calm but with a hint of bitterness that was not easily detected:

"I'm sorry for killing them, because this was not my purpose for coming here. But this really can't be blamed on me, who made your disciples of Zhengqi Hall so vulnerable, and they just like to seek death."

Hearing this, the warriors of Zhengqi Hall in the field all looked gloomy, as if they were attacked by the cold wind, and became ugly. Their eyes flashed with anger and disbelief, as if they couldn't believe that someone dared to speak so arrogantly on the territory of Zhengqitang.

Arrogant!

This is so damn arrogant!

The old man's originally peaceful eyes gradually became cold, like ice in winter, revealing a heart-pounding chill. "Let me see how much you weigh! How dare you..."

The old man's words were full of unquestionable majesty, but before he finished speaking, a black blade light suddenly appeared in front of him like a meteor across the night sky, as fast as lightning.

No mistakes, one song, one release, one content, one look!

Ling Xiao has always acted decisively. He knows the importance of the initiative. Since the other party has revealed his intention to take action, he will naturally not sit and wait for death. So, he launched the attack without hesitation. The black blade light cut through the air with a sound of breaking through the air, pointing directly at the old man.

The old man's face changed slightly, but he reacted very quickly. He turned his body to the side and dodged the swift black light like a swimming fish.

However, although he dodged in time, the black light still brushed his arm, leaving a subtle but deep scar. In an instant, a black bloodstain flew out, and a faint smell of blood filled the air.

The old man was furious, and his originally gaunt face became distorted and hideous at this moment. His eyes were wide open, like an enraged lion.

He stepped on the ground, as if it could not bear his strength, and it sank slightly. Then, like a beast ready to go, he rushed straight towards Ling Xiao with an unstoppable momentum.

His figure drew a graceful arc in the air, and the speed was amazing, as if he wanted to completely swallow Ling Xiao in this violent force.

Ling Xiao's mouth curled up a sneer, and that smile contained unquestionable coldness and determination.

He slowly closed his eyes, as if he was performing some mysterious ritual. Then, a strong smell of blood filled the air. It was the unique breath of the bloodthirsty sword soul, which made people's heart palpitate.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes had turned red, like two burning flames, revealing endless killing intent.