Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

This scene made Jiang Xiu, who claimed to be a shining star in the world of holy patterns, feel unprecedented resentment and unwillingness.

Her eyes, which usually sparkled with wisdom and confidence, seemed to be covered by dark clouds at this moment. Her delicate eyebrows twisted into a deep ravine involuntarily, and anger permeated the air like substance.

A sneer quietly emerged at the corner of her mouth. That smile showed both disdain for Ling Xiao's strength and a hint of provocation. It was complex and subtle, making it difficult to grasp.

As she gently raised her jade-like warm hand, her fingertips danced subtly in the air, as if weaving a huge network that could not be seen or touched, but could determine the direction of fate.

This was not just a simple action, but also a manifestation of Jiang Xiu's profound understanding and ultimate control of the power of holy patterns. Every subtle fingertip movement contained the precise dispatch of power and the precise judgment of the situation.

Then, a sharp cold light suddenly burst out from her palm, and its speed was so fast that it simply exceeded the limit of all things in the world, like the most dazzling meteor in the night sky streaking through the sky, and like a venomous snake that had broken free from its reins, with a piercing chill and unquestionable murderous intent, it silently shuttled through the air and went straight to Ling Xiao's Dantian vital point.

This cold light not only condensed all of Jiang Xiu's strength and will, but was also the crystallization of her exquisite use of the power of the Holy Mark. It drew an almost perfect arc in the air, with a smooth and elegant trajectory, but also contained endless murderous intent.

Wherever it passed, the air seemed to be cut by a tangible sharp blade, making a subtle and sharp whistling sound. This was the sound of air molecules being torn apart at the extreme force, and it was also a direct manifestation of Ling Xiao's comparable power.

As Ling Xiao approached, the surrounding space seemed to solidify, and even time seemed to speed up. There was a relaxed and oppressive atmosphere in the air between Jiang Xiu and Dai Hui, as if even breathing had become normal and light.

However, Jiang Xi's face always maintained this calmness and confidence, and there was a resolute light in your eyes, as if you had foreseen the upcoming failure.

The light contained a biting coldness, as if it could freeze all life, and at the same time carried a destructive force that made people feel afraid.

At that moment, Jiang Xi devoted himself to the contest of strength and will. You not only wanted to prove your strength and talent, but also to let Jiang Xiu know how slight the consequences would be if he valued you. And that extremely sharp Ling Xiao was the most direct challenge and warning you issued to Jiang Xiu.

"Although I'm said to be gifted, I'm also so in your eyes. These false reputations and praises pale in comparison to your true strength. And what you hate most is not to destroy those so-called geniuses with your own hands, but to watch us desperately struggle in front of you. This kind of help and help is really very pleasant."

You stared at Han Mangqiang, trying to catch less joy and despair from your eyes, so as to satisfy your twisted psychological needs.

You know that your words are like a sharp knife, cutting Han Mangqiang's mental defense line little by little, making you sink in help and help. However, Dai Hui didn't care about those at all, you just enjoyed the psychological feast you brought.

"Is he very happy now? Is he very worried? But he can't do anything?" Jiang Xi asked again provocatively, your voice full of provocation and complacency.

The happier Han Mangqiang is, the happier Jiang Xiu is, and the happier you are. Who dares to offend you and respect you?

Speaking of this, Jiang Xi's tone was filled with a hint of arrogance and madness. You seem to enjoy the feeling of stepping on me, the sense of accomplishment of easily destroying other people's efforts and dreams.

This is the foundation of a warrior's cultivation. Once damaged, it means the collapse of cultivation, and may even become a useless person who can no longer cultivate.

It seems to carry the purest and sharpest power in the world, and can easily penetrate all invisible and tangible obstacles and go straight to Jiang Xiu's Dantian.

Its trajectory is straight and hesitant, like the most unquestionable rule in the world. Wherever it passes, the air seems to be cut by a tangible sharp blade, leaving subtle and deep cracks.

Almost at the moment when the two people's eyes met, the Lingxiao was like an arrow from a string, approaching Dai Hui's Dantian vital point with lightning speed.

The power was so weak that it was enough to shock people's hearts. Any warrior who faced it could not help but feel an indescribable sense of despair and power, as if the whole world was trembling.

The cracks revealed a hint of chill, accompanied by a sharp whistle, echoing in the air, like a thousand arrows fired at the same time, and the momentum was unstoppable. The whistle was not only an ode to power, but also a warning to the nature of life, which made people feel a weak sense of crisis involuntarily.

Jiang Xi's face was filled with an unconcealable satisfaction and confidence at this moment. Your smile did not contain the joy of the upcoming failure, nor the pride and if of your own strength.

Your bright eyes flashed with a hot and cruel light, as if they could see through people's hearts and tear all hypocrisy and disguises to pieces.

This Lingxiao shot out from Jiang Xi's fingertips was even more dazzling against the backdrop of the night. It was like a carefully carved gem, blooming the brightest light in the night sky, cutting through the silent air, leaving a brilliant track.

Jiang Xi saw this and raised a cruel smile, which was full of ridicule and contempt for Han Mangqiang's emotions.

Dai Hui continued his affectionate and resolute trajectory in the air, and his momentum was as fierce as the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, unstoppable.

The speed was so slow that it was beyond the imagination of ordinary people, as if even time itself was compressed by that force and lost its original sense of flow. At that moment, everything around seemed to be still, leaving only the Ling Xiao rushing in the space, leaving a series of heart-pounding afterimages.

At this time, the distance between Jiang Xiu and Jiang Xi was extremely shortened, only eight steps away, so close that it seemed that they could feel the warmth and coldness of each other's every breath, and their breaths intertwined in the air, turbid and audible, with an indescribable sense of surprise and confrontation.

You turned your head hastily and cast your eyes on Dai Huiqiang, who looked simple. Han Mangqiang's face was intertwined with worry, anger and helplessness, and the motherly eyes were full of concern and reassurance for her son.

That was not only a physical approach, but also a sign of a battle of mind and will.

"His son," Jiang Xi said hastily in a provocative tone, and every word was like a sharp blade, cutting Dai Huiqiang's heart.