Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

"As ordered, rest assured, Palace Master! I will be careful to deal with him. After all, this boy is not so easy to deal with." The old man bowed his hands in response, and then turned around. An indescribable aura surged out of his body, instantly filling the entire space.

This aura was so powerful that it was far beyond the reach of anyone before. Even Di Pan, one of the three geniuses in the Imperial Palace, was eclipsed by this aura.

Every step of the old man seemed to be stepping on the void, and a faint spiritual power fluctuation surrounded his body, showing his profound foundation at the peak of the Tongtian Realm.

When he came to Ling Xiao, the old man narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he wanted to see through the young opponent in front of him. He knew that even though he had reached the peak of the Tongtian Realm, he still had to be extremely cautious when facing this young man holding the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword.

However, as a true strong man, he was never afraid of challenges, and he was unwilling to let the majesty of the Imperial Palace be damaged by his retreat.

"Boy, I'm here to learn from you." The old man's words were filled with a kind of majesty that should not be underestimated. His voice echoed in the empty imperial palace, as if even the air was shaking. His eyes were fixed on Ling Xiao, flashing with anticipation and caution for the unknown challenge.

Ling Xiao heard this, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. A cold light flashed in his eyes, a light mixed with disdain, indifference and murderous intent.

He knew that this battle was unavoidable, and he could not retreat. So, he took a deep breath, grasped the hilt of the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword with both hands, and the spiritual power in his body surged wildly, as if he wanted to pour all his strength into this sword.

"Old White Hair, I think you want to die!" Ling Xiao's voice was low and powerful, cold and murderous.

Suddenly, Ling Xiao used all his internal strength, and the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword seemed to come alive in his hand. Black air lingered on the sword body, and an ancient and evil breath spread. He swung his sword fiercely, and the black sword light was like lightning that cut through the night sky, with the momentum of destroying the world, and went straight to the old man.

However, at this critical moment, a terrible backlash force suddenly surged into Ling Xiao's body. The strength of this force was beyond his imagination, as if there were thousands of sharp blades raging in his body, and the pain almost suffocated him.

But there was no expression on his face, as if nothing had happened.

He clenched his teeth, endured the severe pain, and still held the hilt of the sword with both hands, allowing the black sword light to draw a gorgeous arc in the air.

This sword was a blow he could not control, and it was also a blow he tried his best. He had no intention of killing the old man opposite, but the power of the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword was too terrifying. Once it was used, it was like a wild horse that was out of control and difficult to control.

Wherever the black sword light passed, the space seemed to be torn apart, making bursts of harsh sounds of breaking through the air. When the sword light came into contact with the old man, the astonishment and unwillingness on the old man's face solidified instantly. He never expected that this seemingly young opponent would have such terrifying strength.

However, at that moment, time seemed to freeze, and the air was filled with thick despair and disbelief. The black sword light, like the darkest ink in the night sky, and like the hand of the god of death leaping out of the abyss, carrying endless chill and breath of death, cut through the sky with lightning speed, accurately splitting the old man in two.

Wherever the sword light passed, the space seemed to tremble, leaving a series of twisted cracks, and the figure of the old man, in this cruel moment, gradually became blurred from the entity, and finally, together with his vicissitudes of life, was completely swallowed up by the greedy black light, leaving no trace, and completely disappeared from this colorful and cruel world.

All around, there was a dead silence, only the faint echo left after the sword light dissipated, echoing in everyone's heart for a long time. Everyone present had a complex mixture of disbelief and fear in their eyes. They stared with their eyes wide open, as if they wanted to engrave this scene in their memory forever.

Ling Xiao, the young man holding the magic sword, was standing there with a smile on his face, with a playful and unruly smile on his lips. The smile was mean and particularly dazzling on his handsome face, like the tempting red spider lily beside the gate of hell.

"Oh, oh, I'm so sorry. I wanted to leave some room for that sword just now, but this sword seems to have its own will and is not under my complete control at all." Ling Xiao's words were relaxed and casual, but every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of everyone present.

Although there was a bit of apology in his tone, the cunning and unruly look in his eyes made people feel an indescribable provocation and contempt, as if he was not apologizing, but showing off his unparalleled swordsmanship.

Such an attitude undoubtedly angered many people present. Their fists were clenched, veins were bulging, and the flames of anger were burning in their eyes. They wanted to rush up and tear Ling Xiao into pieces. However, reason and fear were like cold chains, tightly restraining their actions.

They saw the power of the sword just now and remembered it in their hearts. They knew that except for the two or three hidden masters who might be able to barely resist it, if they acted rashly, they would only repeat the old man's mistakes and become another dead soul under the black sword.

Therefore, although they were furious, they could only stand there and stare at Ling Xiao with resentful eyes. There was both unwillingness and helplessness in their eyes, and a deep awe of the unknown power. Ling Xiao, on the other hand, seemed to be unaware of all this and still maintained that cynical smile, as if everything just now was just an insignificant game.

"But, then again, you should be able to understand my difficulties. After all, I have no intention of taking his life. In fact, once the sword shines out, it is like a wild horse that is out of control, difficult to control. Its power is so strong that even I am also shocked. If you remain stubborn and continue to attack me, I am afraid that I will really panic and let this out-of-control force spread to the entire imperial palace. What a misfortune and regret it will be."

There was a hint of cunning and ridicule in Ling Xiao's tone, but there was no sincerity. He sighed softly and glanced at everyone present, trying to let his words penetrate the anger and fear in their hearts.

He continued: "I sincerely think about you. I don't want to see innocent lives lost because of me, and I don't want to let this thousand-year foundation be destroyed in one day. Therefore, please think twice before taking my actions today." Treat it as an accident rather than an intentional provocation.”

Ling Xiao's words revealed a sincerity that could not be ignored, but there was a hint of subtle cunning hidden deep in his eyes, as if he was waiting for something. The transcoding has been serious recently, which makes us more motivated and updates faster. Please use your little hands to exit the reading mode. Thanks