Chapter 13284 Knife and Sword

Chapter 13284 Knife and Sword
The last time he fought Ling Xiao, Hun Ling felt that he was defeated because of insufficient preparation. If he could have stored more life force at that time, perhaps he could have turned the tide of the battle and made Ling Xiao lose to him.

The regret and unwillingness pierced his heart like a thorn, making him unable to sleep at night and lose his appetite.

So this time, he made full preparations, from training to tactics, from mentality to equipment, he made careful planning and preparations. He was full of confidence, thinking that he would definitely not lose to Ling Xiao this time, he wanted to personally trample Ling Xiao under his feet and avenge his previous shame.

However, Hun Wuxu didn't seem to be optimistic about him.

He shook his head slightly and turned his gaze to another group of people standing on the distant city wall. Those people also came from the Soul-Realizing Mansion, but they were not from the Soul Clan. Instead, they were geniuses from other forces in the Soul-Realizing Mansion.

Their eyes were filled with blazing passion, as if they couldn't wait to fight Ling Xiao and prove their strength.

"Why do you need to take action against Ling Xiao? Don't you see that group of people are eager to try?" There was a hint of teasing and sarcasm in Hun Wuxu's voice, as if reminding Hun Ling that he was not the only one who wanted to defeat Ling Xiao.

When Hun Ling heard this, a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes, but he did not refute it. He knew that what Hun Wuxu said was true.

The geniuses from other forces in Zhenhun Mansion were also eyeing Ling Xiao covetously. They were all eager to prove themselves, and defeating Ling Xiao was undoubtedly the best opportunity.

There were ten people in total. They stood on the city wall, like a group of messengers from a foreign land, exuding their own unique aura.

Leading the group was a man with strange patterns painted on his face. Those patterns seemed to contain some ancient spells and flashed a dark light.

The man was holding a book tightly in his hand. The cover was engraved with complex patterns in unknown words and emitted a faint fluorescence.

He was wearing a spotless white robe and was shrouded in a soft white light, making him look extremely holy, as if he was a messenger from a sacred world.

"Those people are not weak." The soul's voice was low and solemn, his eyes were fixed on the group of mysterious people, and his eyes revealed a bit of vigilance and alertness.

He knew very well that each of these powerful men from unknown forces possessed strength that could not be underestimated.

If Ling Xiao accidentally falls into their hands, not only will his life be in danger, but even the legendary treasure will fall into the hands of the enemy.

"If Ling Xiao is killed by them, I'm afraid the treasure will also fall into their hands. By then, it will be too late for us to regret."

Hearing this, Hun Wuxu turned his head slightly to look at Hun Ling, with a playful smile on his face. His eyes were shining with wisdom, as if he had seen through everything.

"Hun Ling, Hun Ling, you are the young master of my Hun clan. You have to look further ahead when you look at things." He said softly, with a hint of teaching and reminder in his tone.

"If Ling Xiao can't kill those guys with the treasure, then it means that the treasure is not that good. Why bother to rob it?"

"Although we, the Soul Clan, occupy the Soul-Suppressing Mansion, don't forget that the real controller of the Soul-Suppressing Mansion is still the Holy Hall." There was a subtle worry in Hun Wuxu's words, but it also revealed his deep insight into the situation.

"Only with the support of the Holy Temple can we realize our plans." His eyes were deep, as if he had penetrated the fog before his eyes and saw the direction of the future.

Hun Wuxu's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Hun Ling's heart hard. He opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but found himself speechless.

In the end, he could only close his mouth helplessly and sighed deeply. In that sigh, there was both helplessness towards reality and admiration for Hun Wuxu's profound vision.

Hun Ling had to admit that Hun Wuxu always looked at things more deeply than he did. In this regard, he really had to admit that he was inferior.

He stood silently beside Hun Wuxu, his eyes flashing with complex emotions, including awe for Hun Wuxu and regret for himself for not being able to reach that height.

At this moment, the mysterious group of people over there seemed to be unable to suppress their inner impulse any longer. One of them suddenly jumped off the city wall, like an eagle spreading its wings, and pounced towards Ling Xiao.

He held a long sword in his hand. The sword was as smooth as jade, and the sword body was shining with a strange luster, as if it contained some mysterious power.

This man's movements were swift and graceful, and every swing of the sword was accompanied by the sword's aura, as if even the air was being cut by his sharp sword intent. His swordsmanship was exquisite, and it was obvious at first glance that he was an expert in using the sword.

However, he was not the leading man with strange patterns on his face, but another strong man among the ten people.

His appearance made the already tense atmosphere even more tense. Everyone held their breath and watched the upcoming contest nervously.

Ling Xiao also felt the pressure from the opponent. His eyes became sharper and his aura changed quietly. A thrilling battle was about to unfold under this ancient city wall.

The man's body moved suddenly, as if a black lightning streaked across the sky, and he swung the sword in his hand violently. The sword light was like a silver dragon, carrying a biting chill and fierce murderous aura, pointing directly at Ling Xiao's brows!
There was no hesitation or dragging of feet in his movements, and his first move was a killing move, obviously intending to kill Ling Xiao with one blow.

Ling Xiao's eyes flashed with a hint of solemnity, but more of it was the will to fight and the indomitable fighting spirit. He slightly turned his body, like a leaf swaying in the wind, and cleverly avoided the fatal sword.

At the same time, he leaped forward, like a cheetah hunting, swift and precise. He swung the bloodthirsty knife in his hand forward, with a bloody and violent aura, slashing at the neck of the sword-wielding man.

hum!
A clear and long sound of a knife suddenly rang out, like the roar of a dragon or a tiger, shaking every inch of air between heaven and earth. The strong wind brought about by the knife slashing down made the surrounding leaves tremble, as if even the space was torn apart by the knife.

However, the man holding the sword was no ordinary man. He tapped the ground with his toes and floated back as lightly as a feather, skillfully avoiding Ling Xiao's powerful sword.

Ling Xiao's sword missed, leaving only a deep scratch flashing in the air.

But the battle did not end there. As soon as the sword-wielding man stabilized his body, he suddenly leaped up, like an eagle spreading its wings and soaring high, and swung his sword again, at a speed that almost exceeded the limit of what the naked eye could capture.

The sword flashed, and instantly arrived in front of Ling Xiao, pointing directly at his vital points.

At this moment, the air seemed to freeze and time seemed to stand still. The battle between Ling Xiao and the sword-wielding man had reached a fever pitch.