Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

At this moment, Ling Xiao's eyes were full of determination and coldness, like the frozen frost in winter, revealing an unquestionable firmness. He had only one thought in his mind - revenge, which was deeply engraved in his heart like a brand and could not be erased.

His mother, the gentle and strong woman, was now imprisoned here, suffering torture and humiliation.

These high-ranking guys, no matter for what despicable or selfish purpose, more or less participated in the harm to his mother, which made Ling Xiao's anger burn more vigorously.

This hatred burned in his chest like a raging fire, and every heartbeat was accompanied by a painful roar, driving him to launch the most violent attack on these enemies.

He tightly grasped the bloodthirsty sword soul in his hand. The sword seemed to be connected to his heart, sensing his anger and determination, and emitting a more dazzling blood-red light.

Suddenly, he swung his sword, and the bloodthirsty sword soul turned into a blood-red blade light, like lightning that cut through the night sky, sweeping away mercilessly with endless killing and destruction.

Wherever the sword light passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, making a harsh roar, and the space seemed unable to withstand this terrifying force, leaving shocking cracks, showing the amazing power of this attack.

Ling Xiao's heart was full of anger and sadness, and these two emotions intertwined and almost swallowed him. However, he also knew clearly that he could not sink into these negative emotions.

He must remain calm and rational, use the weakest power to fight the enemy, and seek justice for his mother. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the waves in my heart and make my mind more turbid.

In that battle, I would let anyone outside that place go. I want to let those people know what the price of hurting my loved ones is.

We all fled backwards, trying our best to escape from that horrible place, fearing that we would become the last victim. Our figures seemed so weak and powerful on the battlefield, as if they were swallowed by a huge shadow.

No matter who we are, no matter how weak our power or how low our status is, we will not be able to escape my fire of revenge.

Therefore, escape became my only way to survive. I must seize every minute and every second to stay away from that horrible battlefield.

The bloodthirsty sword soul in my hand was constantly swinging, and every swing was accompanied by a blood-red sword light that cut through the sky, and every flash of the sword light was accompanied by the disappearance of life, as if I was not the god of death who controlled life and death, mercilessly harvesting all enemies who hindered my retreat.

At this moment, Chen Yuan was like a demon god born in blood, with a dense blood-red demonic aura tightly wrapped around him. This demonic aura contained a heart-pounding pressure, as if it could devour all darkness and vitality, rendering the entire space red, like a churning sea of ​​blood, revealing an ancient and evil breath.

My eyes were even more red against the backdrop of the demonic aura, like two burning flames, revealing endless heat and determination. This weak momentum came like a mountain, with a power to destroy the world, making everyone present feel an unprecedented sense of oppression.

Chen Yuan's figure loomed in the blood-colored demonic aura, like a demon god walking out of a sea of ​​blood, with a dense demonic aura wrapped around him. This demonic aura contained a heart-pounding pressure, as if it could devour all the aftermath and vitality.

I suddenly recalled the description of the earth-level Lingxiao in the ancient books. These powers that are enough to change the world and shake the universe are so similar to the Ruan Yan shown by Ruan Yan at this moment! The power contained in this Lingxiao seems to be able to tear the space, the stars, and turn everything into nothingness.

Standing in the crowd, my pupils reflected this chilling blood light, which seemed to contain an ancient and terrifying power, which made my heart tighten suddenly.

There were even fewer people who were directly enveloped by this bloody sword light. Our bodies quickly collapsed under the ravages of the sword light, as if they were torn into pieces by a tangible huge force, turning into a blood mist all over the sky, torn into pieces, and it was a miserable sight.

The breath of blood and despair permeated every corner, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood and burnt smell. Those who survived showed horror on their faces, and our eyes were full of fear of death and desire for life.

An indescribable sense of fear suddenly surged into my heart, and my legs trembled slightly involuntarily, as if facing some kind of irresistible disaster.

"Warn them once more in advance, get out of the way immediately, and you intend to kill them later." Ruan Yan's voice was hot and hesitant, revealing an unquestionable majesty, "Otherwise, don't blame you for killing people today."

Before the words fell, the martial arts had already rushed forward without caring about anything. My figure shuttled through the crowd, like a frightened bird. Every turn and every step was full of anxiety and panic, for fear that I would be buried in this terrifying sword light if I was a step late.

This bloody sword light was like a sickle of death, ruthlessly harvesting everyone's life, making the entire battlefield seem to have turned into a purgatory on earth at that moment.

An exclamation came out of my throat: "That Ling Xiao is definitely Ruan Yan of the Earth Venerable level! Everyone, move forward immediately! Slow down, stay away from there, otherwise you will all be swallowed up by that power!" There was a hint of trembling in my voice, but even less of it was fear and awe of this terrifying Ling Xiao.

However, not everyone can react as quickly as martial arts. A small number of people are still immersed in the shock of Chen Yuan's terrifying momentum. Our eyes are full of fear and despair, as if our bodies are bound by tangible shackles and we can't react in time.

Chen Yuan's eyes are more hesitant. I hold the sword spirit tightly, ready to face the next battle, vowing to seek justice for my mother.

Our heartbeats are accelerated by our own will, as if they will jump out of our chests at any time. The blood in our bodies seems to solidify at that moment, and even breathing becomes normal and difficult.

An unprecedented sense of crisis surges in my heart. This is an instinctive fear when facing death, which makes me have to do my best to escape from that safe place.

We want to escape from that terrifying place, but we find that our bodies have not been scarred by the battles before and after, and we can't support the movement of running away. This sense of power makes us more desperate, and we can only watch the shadow of death gradually approaching.

I know that even a weak person like me can't bear it when facing such a terrifying earth-level Ruan Yan. The power contained in this Lingxiao is enough to tear apart my defenses and destroy me completely.