Hun Ling naturally knew how terrifying Ling Xiao was. After all, he had experienced it personally. If the two Rakshasa demons hadn't fought to protect him, and if Hun Wuxu hadn't arrived in time, he might have died at Ling Xiao's hands.
Recalling that battle, Soul's heart was still full of fear. He clearly remembered how the sister of the two Rakshasa demons bravely stood in front of him, using her delicate body to resist Ling Xiao's fatal blow.
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At that moment, her eyes were full of determination and fearlessness, as if she was using her own life to interpret loyalty and sacrifice. However, despite this, she ultimately failed to escape Ling Xiao's clutches and was mercilessly killed.
Soul hesitated for a while, frowning, as if weighing something.
Finally, he couldn't help but speak, with a hint of urgency in his voice: "Brother Wuxu, when will the higher-ups decide to take over Luanmo City? Are we fully prepared?" His eyes flashed with anticipation and anxiety.
, obviously very concerned about this issue.
When Hun Wuxu heard the words, he just glanced at Hun Ling lightly. His voice was calm and deep, as if it carried the vicissitudes of thousands of years:
"Why are we in a hurry? Our soul clan cooperated with the Holy Church to kill the Demon Sect, which also cost a lot of time. Whatever we do, we must be more steady and not rush for quick success. The current time is not mature enough for the time being."
There was a calmness and confidence in his eyes, as if everything was under control.
Hun Wuxu's words were like a clear spring, slowly extinguishing the impatience in Hun Soul's heart. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down his mood.
He understood that as a wise man of the Soul Clan, Hun Wuxu's decision must have been carefully considered. As a leader of the younger generation, he still needs more experience and growth.
Hun Ling nodded, not daring to say anything more. His eyes showed awe and belief in Hun Wuxu.
At this time, a middle-aged man in black robe suddenly appeared next to the soul like a ghost. His steps were light and silent, as if he blended into the night. His face was calm and serious, and his eyes revealed a
An indescribable depth.
The man bowed slightly and whispered to the soul:
"Young Master, this time, some warriors from the Soul-Suppressing Palace also quietly came to the Ten Thousand Demons Cemetery. Their target is probably the boy named Ling Xiao.
According to my observation, they seem to be unwilling to confront the Demon Suppressing Mansion head-on, so they intend to temporarily join forces with our Soul Clan. However, their real target is only Ling Xiao."
When Soul heard this, he frowned slightly, and a trace of surprise and curiosity flashed in his eyes. He asked softly: "How is the person who came? How is his strength?" Although his voice was soft, it revealed a kind of majesty that could not be ignored.
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When the man heard this, his expression became more solemn, and he said in a deep voice:
"Very strong! Every one of those warriors in Zhenhun Palace has extraordinary strength and is by no means an ordinary person. Especially the strongest one, whose aura is as deep as the sea, as if he hides endless power. Although I have not been with him
Fighting, but judging by his breath alone, even Master Wuxu may not be able to defeat him easily!"
A faint smile appeared on the corner of Hun Wuxu's mouth, and his eyes flashed with interest, "It's interesting." His voice was low and magnetic, as if every word contained deep meaning.
As he spoke, he slowly raised his head and looked through the layers of clouds and mist to the far end of the sky. There seemed to be something that moved him deeply.
He said softly: "The Lord Long Yingtian of the Demon Suppressing Mansion is still strong! These guys, even if they are acting in secret, are still in awe of him and only dare to do some sneaky tricks."
"Lord of the Demon-Suppressing Mansion—Long Yingtian!" As soon as these four words came out, the surrounding air seemed to freeze. The faces of several people instantly became solemn, and their eyes shone with awe and fear.
In their hearts, the name Long Yingtian is like a majestic mountain, which makes people look up to but cannot reach.
Only the truly strong can deeply understand the horror of Long Yingtian. They know that Long Yingtian is not only superior in strength, but also possesses extraordinary wisdom and unfathomable scheming.
Every subordinate he trains is enough to set off huge waves in the Demon-Suppressing Mansion and cause trouble, but they are just the best among them.
Thinking that Cheng Shifei was terrifying enough in the eyes of the Soul Clan people, but at the same time he was just a subordinate trained by Long Yingtian, the awe in everyone's hearts became even stronger.
They couldn't help but begin to imagine how powerful and majestic Long Yingtian himself was to be able to cultivate so many outstanding disciples, making the entire soul world tremble.
At this time, Hun Wuxu's voice sounded softly, like the spring breeze blowing over the lake, with a hint of imperceptible smile:
"Let's go! Let's meet those talented warriors from Zhenhun Palace. I really want to know who they are. Even I may not be able to defeat them!"
There was both curiosity and expectation in his tone, as if he was meeting a grand challenge.
After saying that, he turned and left, his steps light and firm, his black robe swaying gently in the wind, like a shadow in the night, mysterious and elusive.
His back revealed an indescribable confidence and calmness, as if he could handle it with ease no matter what kind of enemy he faced.
The soul stopped where he was, with eyes as bright as a torch, looking coldly in the direction of the Demon Suppressing Mansion's stronghold. His eyes revealed deep hatred, an unforgettable hatred that seemed to engraved Ling Xiao's figure forever.
In the heart.
He gritted his teeth, his voice low and firm: "Ling Xiao, I remember you, and I will avenge today's revenge." Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, full of determination and anger.
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His fists were clenched tightly, and veins popped out, as if he wanted to condense all the anger and unwillingness into this punch. However, after a moment, he slowly loosened his fists, took a deep breath, and tried to calm down his mood.
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He knows that now is not the time for revenge. He must first catch up with Hun Wuxu and learn more information before he can formulate a perfect revenge plan.
So, the soul turned around and chased after him with long strides. His steps were firm and powerful, and every step seemed to be declaring war on his enemy.
His heart is full of expectations and determination for the future. He believes that one day, he will defeat Ling Xiao with his own hands and avenge his previous shame.
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The atmosphere in the Demon Suppressing Mansion's stronghold was solemn and tense. The crystal screen in front of Wang Zhenshou had been closed. His face was so gloomy that he could drip water. His eyes were fixed on the darkness after the screen was closed, as if he wanted to see through the darkness.
He slowly turned to Zhao Heng who was standing aside, and his voice was low and powerful: "Give me the order. All geniuses will return, especially Ling Bi. She must return to the stronghold immediately." ()