Chapter 12939 Frightened
Chapter 12939 Frightened
At this moment, Ling Xiao's eyes were full of determination and coldness, like frozen frost in winter, revealing an unquestionable firmness. He had only one thought in his mind - revenge, and this thought was deeply engraved in his heart like a brand and could not be erased.
His mother, that gentle yet strong woman, was now imprisoned here, suffering torture and humiliation.
These high-ranking guys, no matter for what despicable or selfish purpose, were more or less involved in harming his mother, which made Ling Xiao's anger burn even more vigorously.
This hatred burned in his chest like a raging fire, and every heartbeat was accompanied by a roar of pain, driving him to launch the most violent attack on these enemies.
He tightly grasped the bloodthirsty sword spirit in his hand. The sword seemed to be connected to his soul, sensing his anger and determination, and emitting an even more dazzling blood-red light.
Suddenly, he swung his sword, and the bloodthirsty sword spirit turned into a blood-red sword light, like lightning that cuts through the night sky, sweeping across mercilessly with endless killing and destruction.
Wherever the blade passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, making a piercing roar. It seemed as if the space could not withstand this terrifying force, leaving behind shocking cracks, demonstrating the astonishing power of this attack.
Ling Xiao's heart was filled with anger and sadness, these two emotions intertwined and almost swallowed him up. However, he also knew clearly that he could not sink into these negative emotions.
He must remain calm and rational, use his strongest power to fight the enemy and seek justice for his mother. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the waves in his heart and make his thinking clearer.
In this battle, he will not let anyone here go. He wants to let these people know how heavy the price is for hurting his loved ones.
No one, no matter how powerful or high their status, can escape his vengeance.
Ling Xiao's eyes became more determined. He tightly grasped the sword spirit, ready for the next battle, and vowed to seek justice for his mother.
At this moment, Ling Xiao was like a demon god born in blood, with his body tightly wrapped by an extremely dense blood-red demonic energy. The demonic energy contained a heart-pounding pressure, as if it could devour all light and vitality, rendering the entire space red, like a churning sea of blood, revealing an ancient and evil breath.
His eyes looked even more red under the demonic energy, like two burning flames, revealing endless coldness and determination. The powerful aura came like a mountain, carrying a power that could destroy the world, making everyone present feel an unprecedented sense of oppression.
Their heartbeats accelerated involuntarily, as if they would jump out of their chests at any time. The blood in their bodies seemed to freeze at this moment, and even breathing became extremely difficult.
Chen Yuan stood in the crowd, his pupils clearly reflecting the chilling blood light. The blood light seemed to contain an ancient and terrifying power that made his heart suddenly tighten.
An indescribable feeling of fear suddenly surged into his heart, and his legs trembled slightly involuntarily, as if he was facing some irresistible disaster.
He suddenly recalled the description of the earth-level martial arts in the ancient books. Those powers that were enough to change the world and shake the universe were so similar to the martial arts displayed by Ling Xiao at this moment! The power contained in that martial arts seemed to be able to tear apart space, shatter the stars, and turn everything into nothing.
He couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise from his throat: "This martial art is definitely a martial art of the Earth Venerable level! Everyone, retreat immediately! Quickly, stay away from here, otherwise we will all be swallowed up by this power!" There was a hint of trembling in his voice, but more of it was fear and awe of the terrifying martial arts.
Before he finished speaking, Chen Yuan had already rushed back without hesitation. His figure shuttled through the crowd like a frightened bird, and every turn and every step he took was filled with anxiety and panic, fearing that if he was a step late, he would be buried under the terrifying sword light.
An unprecedented sense of crisis surged in his heart, an instinctive fear when facing death, forcing him to do his best to escape from this dangerous place.
He knew very well that even a strong man like himself would not be able to withstand such a terrifying earth-level martial arts. The power contained in that martial arts was enough to easily tear through his defense and completely destroy him.
Therefore, escape became his only way to survive, and he had to seize every minute and every second to stay away from this horrific battlefield.
However, not everyone could react as quickly as Chen Yuan. Most people were still immersed in the shock of Ling Xiao's terrifying aura, their eyes full of fear and despair, as if their bodies were bound by invisible shackles and unable to react in time.
They wanted to escape from this horrible place, but found that their bodies were already covered with wounds from the previous battle and they were unable to support the movement of running away. The feeling of powerlessness made them even more desperate, and they could only watch the shadow of death gradually approaching.
Several people were directly enveloped by the blood-colored blade light. Their bodies quickly collapsed under the ravages of the blade light, as if they were torn into pieces by an invisible force, turning into a blood mist that filled the sky, shattered into pieces, and it was a horrible sight.
The bloody blade light was like a sickle of death, ruthlessly reaping every life, making the entire battlefield seem like a purgatory on earth at this moment.
The smell of blood and despair permeated every corner, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood and burnt smells. Those who survived had terrified expressions on their faces, and their eyes were filled with fear of death and desire for life.
They fled far away, trying their best to escape from this horrible place, fearing that they would become the next victim. Their figures seemed so small and powerless on the battlefield, as if they were swallowed by a huge shadow.
Ling Xiao's figure was looming in the blood-colored demonic aura, like a demon god walking out of a sea of blood. His body was surrounded by extremely dense demonic aura, which contained a heart-pounding pressure that seemed to be able to devour all light and vitality.
The bloodthirsty sword spirit in his hand kept waving, 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 he was the god of death who controlled life and death, ruthlessly reaping all enemies who blocked his progress.
"I'm warning you one last time. Get out of the way immediately and I won't kill you." Ling Xiao's voice was cold and firm, revealing an unquestionable majesty. "Otherwise, don't blame me for going on a killing spree today."
