Chapter 13253 He is not qualified to make me retreat

Chapter 13253 He is not qualified to make me retreat
"No need, because I won't let you go!" Ling Xiao's voice was firm and resolute. There was no room for negotiation in his tone, only persistence and desire for victory.

The masked young man's eyes instantly turned cold and angry. He never expected that he would be looked down upon to this extent by a peer.

In his mind, he had long been a leader among the younger generation of the Soul Clan. How could he have been insulted like this? It seemed that it was time to get serious, or even the two Rakshasa demons around him would look down on him.

At this moment, the masked young man's momentum suddenly rose, like a sleeping beast suddenly awakening, releasing a heart-pounding pressure.

He was surrounded by a faint black air, which was like a ghost in the night, swaying gently, yet carrying an endless chill and depth.

The sword in his hand shone even brighter, with colorful light flowing on the sword body, like the brightest star in the sky, and it seemed to contain the power to destroy the world, as if it would transform into an extremely sharp sword light at any time and completely swallow Ling Xiao in endless darkness and sharpness.

Immediately, waves of terrifying energy surged like a tide, rushing into the sword in the man's hand.

That long sword seemed like a greedy abyss, whether it was the pure golden sunlight, the vibrant power of the wood spirit, the gentle and lingering water waves, the hot and violent heart of fire, or even the heavy and steady essence of the earth element, even the chaotic and boundless demonic energy, all were ruthlessly sucked in, fused, and transformed into an unprecedented terrifying force.

At this moment, the masked young man seemed to be shrouded in a mysterious halo. The halo was neither light nor darkness, but rather contained the chaos and harmony of all things in the world and the universe.

He was like a terrifying space that could swallow everything. Any existence that approached him would seem to be sucked into the endless abyss and lose themselves forever.

At this moment, the space within thousands of feet around began to tremble violently, as if it was torn apart by some unknown force. Every inch of the air seemed to explode, making a deafening roar.

The sky became dim, covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, as if foreshadowing the coming of the end of the world.

The rocks and soil on the ground also broke apart in the tremors, huge rocks rolled, and dust flew, forming a doomsday scene that was extremely horrifying and made people despair.

A moment later, the masked young man suddenly laughed, and his laughter was full of confidence and unruliness, as if the sword in his hand was sure of victory.

His body shook, like a roc spreading its wings, and he soared into the sky, dozens of feet high. He looked down at Ling Xiao below. The eyes hidden behind the mask flashed with sharp light, and he shouted, "Ling Xiao, do you dare to take my sword?" The voice echoed in the empty sky and earth, with unquestionable majesty.

Below, Ling Xiao looked up, his eyes meeting the masked young man's gaze in the air. His face was as calm as water, his eyes firm and indifferent.

At this moment, a faint but extremely clear voice, like a thin thread penetrating the noise, quietly sounded in his mind, "Retreat!" This voice carried an indescribable depth and urgency, as if it came from the distant other side, yet seemed to be close at hand in the heart.

Ling Xiao's heart trembled slightly. He was sure that he had never heard such a voice before. The wisdom and power contained in that voice made him feel awe involuntarily.

The opponent asked him to retreat, which clearly showed that he had a deep understanding and perception of the power of this sword, and was reminding him that there were many dangers under this sword. This reminder was undoubtedly a kind of care and kindness towards him.

retreat?

A faint smile appeared on Ling Xiao's lips, a smile that showed both respect for the unknown and persistence in his own beliefs.

He admitted that the opponent's sword condensed the power of heaven and earth and was extremely powerful. Once it fell, even he would find it difficult to resist. Even if he was lucky enough not to die, he would be seriously injured and his cultivation would be damaged.

But so what?
A gleam of unyielding light flashed in Ling Xiao's eyes, and his heart was burning with raging fighting spirit and unyielding will.

In this world where the strong are respected, he has long been accustomed to lingering on the edge of life and death. Every challenge is a breakthrough of his own limits, and every life-and-death struggle is a tempering of his will.

As long as he was not in a situation where he was bound to die, he would never give up easily, let alone escape. Because he knew that only by moving forward courageously could he go further and stand higher on this road to becoming a strong man.

Take a step back, it's simple!
This action, just a light tap of the toes and a slight tilt of the body, can instantly distance him from his opponent and give him a chance to catch his breath. However, this seemingly easy step was like a heavy weight, pressing on his heart, making him hesitant.

But taking a step back, it might be a wavering in his determination for martial arts, which would be a disaster like the collapse of faith for him, and it is absolutely not allowed.

He knew very well that the path of a warrior was a journey full of thorns and challenges, and every step required firmness. If he wavered even a little, all his previous efforts would be wasted, or he might even lose himself.

He stood there, his eyes were sharp, his body was straight, like an old pine tree that had weathered the frost but still stood tall. He believed that in terms of talent, perseverance, and wisdom, he was not inferior to any warrior of his generation.

If the opponent is an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years and has unfathomable cultivation, he may be able to choose to retreat without any psychological burden. After all, that is a gap across time and experience. Retreat does not mean failure, but wisdom.

But the other party was just a young man who was only a few years older than him, a peer who was also groping forward on the road of martial arts.

If he retreated here, it would be like his soul was pulled out of his body, and he would fall into endless self-doubt and denial.

He couldn't imagine how he could maintain his confidence and pride in the future when facing those equally young and strong people who had never backed down.

So, he can't retreat!

There was an unyielding light in his eyes, which was a desire for victory and an adherence to his self-worth.

He took a deep breath, feeling the boiling blood and unyielding will in his body. He still had hope of winning, he had not yet reached the end of his rope.

No matter how difficult the road ahead is, no matter how powerful the opponent is, he will try his best to fight for that glimmer of hope and prove his existence and value.

"No matter who you are, thank you for the reminder. However, he is not qualified to make me retreat!" Ling Xiao's words were filled with unquestionable firmness and arrogance.

As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his body, like a roc spreading its wings, and soared into the sky, looking his opponent in the eye. There was a fearless light flashing in his deep eyes.