Chapter 12767 Brother Ou is generous

Ling Xiao stretched out his hand and steadily caught the storage ring thrown by Ou Luan. He closed his eyes slightly and probed his mind into it. Suddenly, a huge breath of wealth came to him, which made him smile with satisfaction.

As expected of Ou Luan, the president of the Holy Son Society, his reputation is well-deserved. The wealth in this storage ring is simply breathtaking.

There were as many as 300 million middle-grade spirit stones alone, Ling Xiao couldn't help but sigh in his heart. You know, although he robbed the goblins in Luan City before, he only gained 100 million middle-grade spirit stones.

In comparison, this time I made a lot of money.

In addition to the mid-grade spirit stones, Ling Xiao also discovered that there were hundreds of top-grade imperial artifacts hidden in this storage ring.

Each of these imperial weapons exudes a powerful aura, as if they can tear apart the void at any time.

What surprised him even more was that there were actually three human-level artifacts among them. Although they were only of low quality, this was enough to make Ling Xiao very excited. You know, he only had a few human-level artifacts on him now.

Ling Xiao carefully examined the three sacred weapons, each of which exuded a unique aura. He imagined himself holding these divine weapons and being invincible on the battlefield, and his heart was filled with anticipation.

Of course, Ling Xiao also knew that martial spirits and weapons each had their own advantages and disadvantages. Although his bloodthirsty sword spirit was only a mid-grade human-level martial spirit, its power should not be underestimated.

The Soul of the God-Slaying Sword has even reached the level of a top-grade human weapon, which is enough to give him an advantage when facing strong enemies.

However, the use of martial spirits requires the consumption of internal energy, and once released, it will continue to be consumed. In contrast, weapons do not require the consumption of internal energy, and can exert powerful power just by swinging them.

Ling Xiao held the heavy storage ring in his hand, his heart filled with joy. He had always longed to have some better weapons to enhance his strength.

This time, he didn't expect Ou Luan to be so generous and put such a huge wealth into his hands.

"Haha, Brother Ou Luan is really generous." Ling Xiao couldn't help laughing. He patted the storage ring, as if he could feel the endless wealth from it. "Since you are so sincere, how about we arrange a life-and-death battle next time? Remember to prepare more good weapons. I am looking forward to fighting with you again."

After saying that, Ling Xiao turned around and left, leaving Ou Luan in shock. Ou Luan's face turned pale, and he almost vomited blood.

He was filled with humiliation and anger. He had never expected that he would be humiliated by Ling Xiao. In this battle, he was defeated so thoroughly that even his storage ring was taken away. Now Ling Xiao wanted to make another appointment. He was simply taking advantage of him.

However, Ling Xiao ignored Ou Luan's reaction and left with the joy of victory.

Ling Bi and other demon generals were extremely excited. Although they had expected Ling Xiao to win, they were still extremely excited and happy when they actually saw the moment of victory.

"Haha, we won! Your Majesty is so powerful!" Ling Bi and others cheered, their faces filled with smiles of victory.

Wang Xuan was extremely shocked. Although she knew Ling Xiao was very strong, she didn't expect him to defeat Ou Luan so easily.

The result of this battle made her feel like she was dreaming. After being reminded by Ling Bi, she woke up from her dream and followed everyone away.

Her heart was filled with admiration and gratitude for Ling Xiao, and she was also proud that she could fight alongside him.

The faces of the people in the Holy Son Society were like frost in winter, unable to hide their astonishment and disappointment.

As their eyes met, they all revealed an expression of disbelief. These people who once cheered and were proud of the Holy Son Society, now seemed like dead branches covered by frost and snow, having lost their former vitality.

Lost!

This simple word, at this moment, was like a heavy hammer, hitting their hearts hard. The president of their Holy Sons Society, Ou Luan, who was like a god in their hearts, had actually been defeated.

This is simply an unacceptable fact for them.

Ou Luan, their belief in their hearts, is their pride and honor in the Tianxia Association. They firmly believed that except for the top four strong men, no one could shake Ou Luan's position.

However, today, this belief was ruthlessly shattered.

Ling Xiao, who had just joined the Tianxiahui for just over a month, actually defeated their president, which made them feel extremely shocked and devastated.

They once thought that Ling Xiao was just a rookie, but today, he proved his extraordinaryness with his strength.

Among the people of the Holy Son Society, there were discussions one after another, but there was more silence and sighs.

They couldn't accept this fact, but they had to face it. And Ou Luan himself was like an eggplant hit by frost, losing all his vitality and pride.

There was a complex light flashing in his eyes, with both regret for failure and shock at Ling Xiao's strength. At this moment, he felt a mixture of emotions that were hard to describe.

"Is it hard to accept?" The Grand Master's eyes were deep, as if he could see into people's hearts. He slowly turned to Ou Luan, his tone was a bit stern, but also revealed some concern.

Ou Luan clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his flesh. He was silent for a moment, and finally spoke with obvious bitterness in his voice: "Do you even need to ask this? I naturally find it hard to accept." His eyes were full of reluctance and anger, as if he wanted to tear the air in front of him apart.

“If I had lost to the top four, I could still comfort myself. After all, their strength is above mine. But losing to Ling Xiao...how can I accept it?” Ou Luan's words were full of helplessness and regret. He seemed to be struggling with his inner struggle.

The headmaster sighed softly, as if he could feel the pain in Ou Luan's heart. He said in a deep voice: "Ling Xiao is right in one thing. Your attack methods are indeed too simple. But Ling Xiao is different. His attack methods are numerous and flexible, which gives him a great advantage in battle."

"Moreover, you obviously underestimated the enemy." The headmaster's words became more severe. "If you had used the Tianyang Divine Art with all your strength from the beginning, perhaps the result would be different. But fighting is like this, victory or defeat is often decided in a moment. If you lose, you lose, but as long as you are not dead, you still have a chance."

The Grand Dean's words made Ou Luan fall into deep thought.

He recalled every detail of the battle, and couldn't help but feel a strong sense of self-blame and regret. Yes, he did underestimate the enemy and didn't go all out. If he had used the Tianyang Divine Art at the beginning, perhaps he wouldn't have been defeated so miserably.

"Work hard to improve your realm." The headmaster patted Ou Luan on the shoulder, his tone full of encouragement, "After all, the Tianyang Divine Art is just a means, and the real strength still depends on the support of the realm. When your realm reaches a certain level, what can he do even if he has countless means?"