Chapter 13260: Our Soul Clan is Determined to Win

However, Wang Zhenshou's words revealed a bit of helplessness and regret: "It's a pity that in such a huge Demon Suppression Mansion, there is no one who can teach him. He can only rely on his own talent and understanding to explore and comprehend.

This is undoubtedly a huge waste for a young man with such potential. I really hope that we can find a suitable mentor to guide him on a broader path of martial arts. "

Deep in the dense forest, the aftermath of the battle was still reverberating, with branches and leaves flying, dust rising, and the whole place in a mess.

In this chaos, Hun Wuxu had completely gained the upper hand and firmly suppressed Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen's face was pale, and sweat was dripping down his cheeks. Even when he was not injured, he was no match for Hun Wuxu, and now he had no power to fight back. Every attack from Hun Wuxu was like a violent storm, and Zhang Ruochen could only barely parry and was in a precarious situation.

However, on the other side of the battlefield, Ling Xiao showed a completely different scene. He was as swift as a cheetah and completely suppressed the masked young man.

The masked youth had lost his miraculous recovery ability and became timid. Every time he tried to fight back, Ling Xiao easily resolved it. His eyes were filled with fear and despair, and he had obviously understood the huge gap between himself and Ling Xiao.

"stop!"

"stop!"

The two shouts sounded almost at the same time, full of urgency and threat.

Hun Wuxu tightly grasped Zhang Ruochen's throat with one hand, and with just a little force, Zhang Ruochen's life would be ended. Ling Xiao stepped on the chest of the masked young man, and with just a little force, the masked young man would also die on the spot.

Both of them stared at each other, their eyes flashing with fierceness and determination. They were trying to threaten each other in this way, so that the other party would put down the "chips" in their hands first. The air was filled with tension and confrontation, like a taut string that could break at any time.

Hun Wuxu's mouth curled up into a cold smile, he enjoyed the feeling of being in control of everything. Ling Xiao's eyes were firm, he did not flinch, he knew very well that in this contest, retreating meant failure.

The two men's eyes met in the air, as if they were engaged in a silent contest, and neither of them was willing to take a step back first.

"Let's release them at the same time."

Ling Xiao's eyes fell lightly on Hun Wuxu's face, which was clear-cut but slightly indifferent. His eyes seemed to contain unfathomable thoughts, but also seemed to be pure indifference. The air around him seemed to be slightly frozen because of his words, with a hint of unnoticeable tension.

"You care about Zhang Ruochen, but I may not care about the person in your hand." Hun Wuxu's face was as cold as ice in early winter. His voice was low and firm, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with unquestionable determination.

There was a hint of disdain in his eyes, as if he didn't take Ling Xiao's threat seriously.

"Really?" Ling Xiao's mouth curled up slightly, a smile that was neither a smile nor a smile, with a hint of playfulness and confidence. His tone was relaxed and casual, as if he was talking about an insignificant matter, but the threat in his words was self-evident.

"If I'm not mistaken, this person should be a young master of your Soul Clan. Although his talent and strength are not as good as yours, his status is higher than yours. If you let him die here, I guess you won't feel good about it. Otherwise, let me try?"

There was a hint of provocation and threat in Ling Xiao's words, and his eyes flashed with a cunning light, as if he had already seen the moment when Hun Wuxu compromised.

As he spoke, he slowly raised his right hand and moved his fingers slightly, as if ready to attack at any time. The air was filled with a tense atmosphere of impending storm, and everyone held their breath, waiting for the next change.

"Wait!" Hun Wuxu suddenly frowned and shouted, his voice carrying a hint of haste and reluctance. His eyes flashed with a hint of hesitation, as if he was weighing the pros and cons, but in the end he reluctantly compromised.

"You're so cruel. Let's release them together." There was a hint of reluctance and helplessness in his words, but more of it was a compromise with reality.

"it is good!"

Ling Xiao's voice was firm and decisive. Although his eyes still flashed with murderous intent towards the masked young man, his reason told him that the most important thing at the moment was to ensure Zhang Ruochen's safety.

Although this was only his first meeting with Zhang Ruochen, the inexplicable sense of closeness, as well as the tenacity and indomitable spirit displayed by Zhang Ruochen, deeply moved Ling Xiao, making him unwilling to see this friend he had just met perish before his eyes.

"Okay!" While responding, Ling Xiao and Hun Wuxu moved almost at the same time. Like dancers with tacit understanding, they gently pushed the hostages in their hands towards each other, and at the same moment steadily caught their companions.

This series of movements was smooth and swift, without any drag, demonstrating the two people's profound cultivation and tacit cooperation.

Neither of them tried to use any tricks or ruses in the hostage exchange, not because they didn't want to, but because they were well aware of the other's strength and means.

Ling Xiao and Hun Wuxu are both powerful and renowned figures on this continent. They know that any slight negligence may lead to irreversible consequences and may even put their own people in an irretrievable situation.

There was a subtle tension and balance in the air, and the two people's eyes met in the air, as if they were having a silent conversation.

Their eyes showed both vigilance and recognition and respect for each other's strength. In this world where the strong are respected, underestimating the enemy is undoubtedly digging your own grave.

In this silent contest, both men chose the safest way, which not only protected their hostages but also avoided unnecessary conflicts and casualties.

They understand that the real competition is often not about the victory or defeat at the moment, but about long-term planning and layout. The compromise at this moment is for a greater victory in the future.

Hun Wuxu stood there and did not continue to attack. Instead, he looked at Zhang Ruochen and Ling Xiao coldly and said, "Even if you return alive today, it will be of little use. This time, our Hun Clan is determined to take the Demon Suppression Mansion."

Hun Wuxu's figure was like a towering mountain, standing there quietly, surrounded by an indescribable majesty and coldness.

His eyes were like two sharp ice blades, piercing Zhang Ruochen and Ling Xiao coldly, as if to pierce their souls. His voice was deep and powerful, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with unquestionable determination and domineering.

"Even if you return alive today, it won't be of much use. This time, our Soul Clan is determined to take the Demon Suppression Mansion." Hun Wuxu's words were full of a firm belief in victory, as if he had already seen the moment when the Demon Suppression Mansion was captured by the Soul Clan. (End of this chapter)