Chapter 13080 The Supreme Elder Takes Action Personally

Ling Xiao's voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone, with unquestionable majesty: "Do you want to continue? I have no intention of being an enemy of the Imperial Palace, but I will never allow others to bully me. If the Imperial Palace really wants the treasure in my hand, then first consider whether you really have the strength and qualifications."

After he finished speaking, Ling Xiao gently raised his hand, his movements graceful and calm.

As he waved his arm, there seemed to be a subtle change in the air, and then a sword appeared out of thin air in his hand.

The sword glowed with a faint cold light, and the sword seemed to contain infinite power and mystery, which made people feel awe at first sight. Ling Xiao held the sword, as if he had mastered the sharpest weapon in the world, ready to deal with any challenge at any time.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the entire hall became extremely tense, and everyone's eyes were focused on the sword in Ling Xiao's hand, and their hearts were filled with fear and curiosity about the unknown. They knew that the young man in front of them was definitely not someone they could easily provoke.

This sword was the legendary Black Sky Sword of the Demon Lord. Its name was enough to change the situation and terrify all warriors in the world. A black light lingered on the sword, like the darkest ink in the night sky, or like an endless black hole in the abyss, swallowing up all the light and vitality around it.

It was suspended quietly in the air. There was no sound of swords or wind, but a heart-pounding sense of oppression spread out, as if even the air was trembling and all things were eclipsed by its power.

Ling Xiao held the sword, but he did not show any killing intent. His eyes were still indifferent, as if this magic sword that could shake the world was just a tool for him, a means to intimidate the villains. He knew very well that true power did not lie in the sharpness of the weapon, but in the will and determination of the user.

Everyone in the field changed their expressions when they saw this. Their eyes were filled with fear and awe. Those warriors who usually thought highly of themselves, under the pressure of the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, even found it difficult to stand still. They retreated involuntarily, as if they were afraid of being affected by the invisible force.

Even Di Huangzhu, the Palace Master of the Imperial Palace, had a look of fear that was hard to conceal in her eyes. She knew very well how terrifying this sword was, and she understood the meaning behind it even more - it was a silent warning and threat to the Imperial Palace.

The Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword was floating quietly, and its existence itself was a declaration, a contempt and challenge to power.

The terrifying aura that emanated from his body was not only the might of the magic sword itself, but also the embodiment of Ling Xiao's unyielding will. He had never injected any internal force into the sword, but the firmness and determination from the bottom of his heart made the sword seem to have life, releasing a suffocating pressure.

Ling Xiao's voice seemed particularly clear and powerful at this moment. He spoke calmly, and every word hit everyone's heart like a heavy hammer: "If the Imperial Palace wants to fight, I, Ling Xiao, will be ready to fight at any time! But you must remember, once the war starts, it will be hard to turn back. By then, there will be one less Imperial Palace in this world."

His tone was resolute, yet also threatening and sarcastic.

However, at this moment, although Ling Xiao pretended to be calm on the surface, he could not hide a little bit of nervousness and helplessness in his heart. He knew very well that the gap between him and the Tianhe Realm strongmen was insurmountable with his own cultivation. It was not just the gap in realm, but also the huge difference in strength and foundation.

Unless it was absolutely necessary, he would never let the powerful Demon Soul King intervene in the battle easily, because every time the Demon Soul King made a move, it was like igniting a precious fire, consuming the vast but limited energy reserves of his clone. These ten precious opportunities must be used to the best of their ability and not be wasted in the slightest.

The existence of the Demon Soul King is both a trump card and a shackle for Ling Xiao. It gives him a little confidence when facing a strong enemy, but it also forces him to think twice before using this power. Ling Xiao secretly calculated in his heart that every decision was like dancing on the edge of a knife. If he was not careful, he would be doomed.

The Black Sky Sword in his hand became the most eye-catching focus of this silent contest. The sword was as dark as night, with a dark and deep light flowing through it, as if it could swallow all the light. When Ling Xiao tightly grasped the hilt of the sword, a terrifying pressure from ancient times instantly spread out. It was not only the sharpness of the sword energy, but also the manifestation of the will of the Demon Lord.

At this moment, his figure seemed to merge with the sword, and there seemed to be a peerless demon lord slowly standing up behind him. His majesty and terror made everyone present feel unprecedented oppression. Even the air seemed to solidify. Everyone in the imperial palace was pale and their bodies trembled involuntarily.

Emperor Huangzhu stood on the high platform, frowning, looking at Ling Xiao with complicated eyes. She had mixed feelings in her heart, fearing Ling Xiao's strength and worrying about the safety of the Imperial Palace.

She knew very well that if she took action, not only would it be difficult to ensure that Ling Xiao could be killed, but she might also anger this powerful man who was protected by the Demon Soul King, which would bring unprecedented disaster to the Imperial Palace. But at the same time, if she chose to retreat, where would the dignity and status of the Imperial Palace be? This dilemma made her feel unprecedentedly heavy and powerless.

All around, the powerful men in the Imperial Palace were also talking among themselves, with different expressions. Some were indignant at Ling Xiao's provocation, while others were worried about the coming storm.

The entire imperial palace was shrouded in a tense and depressing atmosphere, as if a storm was about to come, and everyone was waiting, waiting for that decisive moment, waiting for the decision of fate.

As if sensing the indescribable embarrassment and struggle between Emperor Huangzhu's eyebrows, an old man in a simple robe, with white hair and beard but vigorous spirit, slowly walked out of the crowd with steady steps, and every step seemed to step on the heartstrings of the crowd. He was one of the four respected elders in the imperial palace, an existence who had stepped into the peak of Tongtian Realm for many years and had unfathomable cultivation. The old man's white hair was slightly sparse, but each strand was as shiny as silver, revealing a calmness and majesty accumulated over the years.

"Palace Master, I am willing to personally test this young man's abilities to see if he is just pretending or if he has real talent!" The old man's voice was deep and powerful, revealing an unquestionable firmness that seemed to shake even the dust in the air. His eyes flashed with wisdom and sharpness, as if he could see through the essence of everything in the world.

Upon hearing this, Di Huangzhu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the old man with a look of gratitude and trust. She nodded gently, and her voice revealed a hint of ease that was barely noticeable: "Okay, please do as you please, Grand Elder, but you must be careful." In her words, she recognized the old man's strength and also showed concern for his safety. (End of this chapter)