Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

After suffering that devastating blow, Jiang Xiu's body seemed to have been drained of all its strength. She could no longer bear the surging pain and despair. A stream of blood mixed with internal organs involuntarily flowed from the corner of her mouth. Her face was as pale as paper, and she looked extremely embarrassed and weak.

Her eyes flashed with unwillingness and struggle, which was a complaint against the injustice of fate and a challenge to her own limits.

At this moment of life and death, Jiang Xiu had only one thought in her mind - she couldn't give up just like that! She gritted her teeth, endured the severe pain from her body, and tried her last bit of strength. Her fingertips trembled slightly, trying to force out a precious blood essence.

This blood essence was the essence of her many years of practice, containing powerful power and potential. It was the key for her to draw holy patterns and perform powerful martial arts.

However, Ling Xiao's actions were faster and more ruthless than hers. He seemed to have seen through Jiang Xiu's intentions, and a cold look flashed in his eyes. His other hand reached out like lightning, accurately grasping Jiang Xiu's slender and fragile wrist.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and the air was filled with a suffocating tension.

"Crack!" A crisp and cruel sound broke the deadly atmosphere. Ling Xiao's wrist twisted slightly, and an irresistible force instantly penetrated Jiang Xiu's wrist, and the bones made a heart-pounding sound of breaking under the huge pressure.

The pain came like a tide, instantly drowning all of Jiang Xiu's senses. She couldn't help but let out a shrill scream, and her voice was full of endless pain and despair.

It was just a physical injury, but it was also a light blow to Ling Xiao's career. Hands are so important to a warrior, especially to you who are good at drawing holy patterns.

Now, that hand has been broken alive, and it is still unknown whether it can be restored in the future, but at this moment, you have lost the ability to draw holy patterns.

"You want him to die! No matter what the price, you have to make him pay!" A flash of determination flashed in your eyes, as if you were ready to perish together.

However, in addition to anger, Ling Xiao's eyes also quietly showed a trace of fear that was difficult to conceal. You know very well that the woman behind you, Jiang Xiu, is more terrible than any opponent you have ever imagined.

Ling Xiao's heart was filled with resentment and anger. You know very well that once you lose the ability to draw the holy pattern, you will be different from the special warriors, and all the martial arts and strength that you were once proud of will be wiped out. That blow is undoubtedly fatal to you.

My strength, my determination, and my almost paranoid protection of my father, all made Ling Xiao feel an unprecedented threat.

"Otherwise, you will let him experience firsthand how much fear there is in living in this world. Now, you give him a choice: either he obediently helps you untie your mother's restraints; or, he is prepared to face the consequences that he can't imagine."

"At worst, he has to respect your father again," Jiang Xiu's voice was high and weak, and every word was like a heavy hammer hitting Ling Xiao's heart.

"Who is he? Why can he master such a profound holy pattern technique? This 'country bumpkin', how could I not be able to teach him such a heaven-defying secret method!" Your tone was full of doubt and resentment, as if everything was beyond your cognition.

"Hahaha, it seems that he has a really bad relationship with his mother, Jiang Xiu." Your laughter was a bit sad and a bit proud, "If you are willing to help him, he will never get the way to unlock your chains from you. That power is now in your hands, and he can only watch."

Your eyes flashed with cunning and madness, as if you haven't seen Jiang Xiu's face twisted by helplessness and anger.

But at that moment, a crisp and icy sound cut through the air, "Pa!" Jiang Xiu slapped Ling Xiao mercilessly, and the force was so small that your cheeks instantly became red and swollen, and a trace of blood flowed from the corners of your mouth.

Jiang Xiu's words were full of unquestionable majesty and heat, and my eyes were as piercing as ice, which made Ling Xiao shudder involuntarily. You realized that you have not lost any way out at this moment, and you can only act according to Jiang Xiu's wishes.

Otherwise, what awaits you will be a more terrible fate.

But you also know that you are powerless at this moment, and can only watch Qiu Jing's warm and affectionate face, and feel life and hope slipping away from your fingertips bit by bit.

I didn't say anything more, and saw his hands dancing slowly, with a faint light flashing on his fingertips, as if he was weaving some ancient and mysterious pattern. With my movements, dazzling holy patterns emerged in the air, they were as agile as living things, and finally engraved on Ling Xiao's body by mistake.

"Is he sure?" Qiu Jing's mouth curled up a heart-pounding smile, which contained endless chill and determination.

That slap was not only a rejection of your words, but also a direct response to your inner fear and anger.

Once those holy patterns were formed, they immediately stopped shining with dazzling light. They seemed to have no life, wandering on Ling Xiao's skin, weaving into a strong and mysterious energy network.

You continued, "To unlock your light chains, unless you say the spell yourself, even if he kills you and uses soul-searching to retrieve it, the spell will only be a string of meaningful characters, which will be of no help to him. Haha! Why don't he try and move you again to see if the result is what he wants!"

You stared at Jiang Xiu, trying to find a flaw under this indifferent face, but you only saw endless depth and hesitation.

Before Ling Xiao spit out this mouthful of saliva mixed with blood and pain, the corner of his mouth unexpectedly curled up a smile. This smile looked hideous and crazy under his pale face, as if it was a mockery of despair, and a provocation to fate.

Ling Xiao's laughter echoed in the empty space, and your tone was full of provocation and confidence, as if you were sure that Jiang Xiu dared to act rashly against you. However, your confidence, after Jiang Xiu's subsequent actions, seemed so strong.

"Cute!" Ling Xiao's voice trembled with anger, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from his teeth, with unquestionable hatred. Your eyes seemed to be burning with raging fire, which was not only anger, but also shock and resentment of the unknown.

"He dared to cut off your hand!" Ling Xiao's voice suddenly lowered, full of hysterical despair and anger. You look up at your wrist that has not yet been twisted or deformed. The severe pain from it bites your nerves like a poisonous snake, reminding you of the humiliation and harm you have suffered.