Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

And Emperor Huangzhu, the usually aloof, majestic and inviolable palace mistress, looked terrifyingly gloomy at the moment. Her eyes seemed to be able to freeze everything, and the terrifying aura exuding from her body was like substance, making the surrounding air freeze. Solidify it.

Every breath she took was accompanied by a strong sense of oppression, like a volcano about to erupt, or an unstoppable tsunami, heralding the coming storm.

"Do you think that just a few words can make me, Emperor Huangzhu, fearful and give up on holding you accountable?" Her voice was as cold as ice, and every word was like a sharp blade, cutting through the surrounding areas. The air also cut into the hearts of everyone present.

Her eyes were full of determination and unyielding, as if no matter what difficulties she faced, she would stick to her beliefs and stance and never back down.

At this moment, the entire space seemed to be filled with an invisible force, and the atmosphere of tension and confrontation reached its peak. Every tiny movement and every breath seemed so important, as if it could trigger an unpredictable disaster at any time.

Ling Xiao's sigh was long and heavy. He looked up to the sky, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, as if he was pouring out his helplessness and request to some unknown existence:

"Senior Demon Soul King, you once said that everything in this world has its own way, but the master of the Imperial Palace is like that stubborn stone, turning a blind eye to your majesty. Although I have the intention to eliminate violence and bring peace to the people, I am not strong enough. Not his enemy. Senior, if you are still alive, can you show up and use your supreme power to teach this arrogant person a lesson and let him know what reverence is?"

Before he finished speaking, the world seemed to respond to his call, and an unprecedented terrifying aura suddenly emerged from the void, like a sleeping giant suddenly awakening, with the power of destroying the world.

This aura was strong enough to make everything in the world tremble, and even the space itself could not withstand its oppression, and began to crack inch by inch. The cracks spread quickly like spider webs until they covered an area thousands of feet in radius.

At the same time, the solid ground under everyone's feet seemed to have lost its support, and layers of it collapsed. Dust and gravel rose into the sky with a deafening roar, covering half of the sky.

At this moment, time seemed to have frozen. Everyone's hearts were deeply shocked by this sudden terrifying force. Their eyes widened and their mouths opened wide, but they could not make any sound. They could only watch all this incredible... A scene happens.

Emperor Huangzhu, the normally aloof and arrogant master of the Imperial Palace, was looking at Ling Xiao in disbelief at this moment.

An unprecedented storm surged in her heart. The scene where Ling Xiao killed the Fourth Supreme Elder with the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword just now shocked her, but there was still a trace of luck deep in her heart, thinking that Ling Xiao There will be a price to pay for this.

However, the sudden and terrifying aura at this moment completely shattered her illusions, forcing her to face the young man in front of her who looked young but was actually unfathomable.

There was both shock and fear in her eyes, and there was also an indescribable complex emotion surging through her eyes.

She realized that she might have really underestimated Ling Xiao and the power that might be hidden behind him. At this moment, she felt unprecedented pressure and challenges, and she began to re-examine her future with the Imperial Palace.

The name Demon Soul King is like a ghost in the dark night, traveling through the history of Baize Continent and becoming a taboo legend that makes people talk about it.

Not only is he one of the most dazzling and terrifying beings in the Demon Sect, but he is also a lingering shadow in the hearts of countless people. Even in the church that advocates light and justice, his name is regarded as Taboo, it is strictly forbidden to mention it, for fear of offending the sleeping terrifying power.

However, under the taboo, there is often a stronger curiosity and thirst for knowledge. People spread it by word of mouth through various secret ways, making the various deeds of this demon sect boss quietly spread among the people, and became a popular after-dinner gossip. Horror talk.

At this moment, as the sudden terrifying aura filled the entire place, the speculation in Emperor Huangzhu's heart spread quickly like a ignited wildfire.

She couldn't help but recall the various legends about the Demon Soul King, the horrifying stories about how he single-handedly subverted the sect and how he controlled the power of darkness to turn the world into disgrace.

This aura was so similar to the dark power released by the Demon Soul King that she knew, that she could almost conclude that the Demon Soul King might really be nearby, watching in a way that she could not imagine. With all this.

The atmosphere in the field became extremely heavy, and everyone's breathing seemed to be suppressed by this black mist, making it extremely difficult.

They stared closely at the rolling and twisting black mist around Ling Xiao, with not only fear but also unconcealable fear in their eyes.

This black mist seems to be alive, and the pressure it exudes is like a heavy stone weighing on the heart, making people breathless. People know that such power is definitely not something Ling Xiao can possess. He is just a young warrior. How can he control such a terrifying power of darkness?

As a result, a new question quietly arises in everyone's mind:

Who is the owner of this black mist? Why does he (she) appear at this moment? And why do you want to show such a powerful dark force in front of everyone? What level has the opponent's power reached? Is it really like the legendary Demon Soul King, possessing the terrifying ability to subvert the world?

These questions were like a fog that enveloped everyone's mind, making them feel unprecedented confusion and uneasiness.

But even so, they could only bear the pressure silently, because under the sky shrouded in black fog, any rash actions might lead to unpredictable consequences.

Thinking of this, the expressions of the strong men in the imperial palace in the field began to change subtly, from doubt to solemnity, and then to almost fear.

There were complex emotions flashing in their eyes, with both deep fear of unknown forces and helplessness in the difficult situation at hand. The air was filled with an atmosphere of extreme depression, as if even breathing became heavy.

Ling Xiao, this seemingly young but unruly boy, just stood there quietly, facing Di Huangzhu and other strong men, with a faint smile on his face, as if he was confident about everything that was about to happen.

He glanced at the people around him, a playful smile appeared on his lips, and he slowly said, "Palace Master of the Imperial Palace, didn't you just say you wanted to kill me? Now the opportunity is right in front of you, just come at me. However, I have to remind you that I didn't bring any helpers with me. I'm alone here."