Chapter 13287 A Ke

As he said this, Hun Ling was about to rush down the city wall to fight Ling Xiao. However, at this moment, Hun Wuxu stretched out a hand and stopped him steadily.

Hun Ling was stopped by this and his steps stopped involuntarily. He looked at Hun Wuxu angrily, his eyes full of confusion and unwillingness:

“Are we just going to watch him humiliate our Soul Clan? I will never allow the people from the Demon Suppression House to trample on our dignity so arrogantly! What’s more, this kid is a demon cultivator, a natural enemy of our Soul Clan!”

His voice became louder and louder, and his emotions became more and more agitated, as if he wanted to pour out all the anger in his heart.

However, facing his anger and unwillingness, Hun Wuxu just looked at him coldly, his eyes full of majesty and unquestionable firmness: "I said you are not allowed to go, so you are not allowed to go! If you lose in front of so many people, it will be a loss of face for the entire Soul Clan! How can we, the Soul Clan, tolerate such a rash act?"

Hun Wuxu's words were like a basin of cold water, instantly extinguishing the anger in Hun Ling's heart.

He was a little frightened by Hun Wuxu's cold eyes, and the impulse and anger in his heart gradually subsided. He could only lower his head, silently lower his fists, and stand there without saying a word.

The atmosphere around seemed to freeze at this moment, with only the heavy breathing of the soul echoing in the ears.

Hun Wuxu's gaze shifted away from Hun Ling and turned to the other side of the city wall in the distance, where stood a holy man in a white robe. His figure looked particularly dazzling in the afterglow of the setting sun, like a banished immortal who was not tainted by the dust of the world.

The atmosphere was tense on the city walls, but both sides seemed to have tacitly agreed not to continue attacking, as if they were waiting for something.

A meaningful smile appeared on Hun Wuxu's face. He spoke slowly with a hint of provocation in his voice: "Brother Bai Yan, if you don't make a move, then my Soul Clan will make a move, and the things on his body will belong to my Soul Clan. Are you willing to give up such a treasure?"

There was a cunning gleam in his eyes, as if he was testing Bai Yan's reaction.

The man in white robe called Bai Yan has a cold face and deep eyes, as if he can see into people's hearts.

He glanced at Hun Wuxu calmly, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The smile was full of disdain and ridicule: "If the treasure is given to you, do you dare to take it? To put it bluntly, you Soul Clan are just a dog of the Holy Hall. How dare you covet the treasure of the Holy Hall?"

His voice was cold and powerful, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Hun Wuxu's heart. His eyes were full of contempt and disdain for the Soul Clan, as if in their eyes, the Soul Clan was just an insignificant existence.

Hun Wuxu's expression changed slightly, but he soon regained his composure. He looked at Bai Yan deeply, with a complex light flashing in his eyes, as if he was weighing something. But in the end, he just smiled lightly and said nothing more, as if he had tacitly agreed with Bai Yan's words.

Hun Wuxu took a deep breath and tried to calm his inner turmoil. He knew that being angry meant losing, which was not only a loss of control over his emotions, but also a tacit devaluation of the status of the Hun Clan.

He understood that the Soul Clan was indeed like a loyal lackey in the eyes of the Holy Temple. Although they had betrayed the Demon Sect and joined the Holy Temple in exchange for their current status, in the eyes of the powerful people in the Holy Temple, they were just chess pieces that could be discarded at any time and killed for meat at any time.

This humiliating reality filled him with helplessness and anger, but he had to endure it and obey the orders of the temple obediently.

He pursed his lips tightly, his eyes were deep and complicated, as if at this moment, he was shouldering the fate of the entire Soul Clan.

Seeing that Hun Wuxu was silent, Bai Yan showed a smug sneer on his face, which was full of deep mockery towards Hun Wuxu and the Hun Clan. He waved his hand gently, his movements were elegant and calm, as if he was directing a grand performance.

"Ake, you go." Bai Yan's voice was low and magnetic. He looked at a graceful woman beside him. The woman was wearing a tight suit, with exquisite curves and a heroic look. Her brows revealed a sense of determination and courage.

Her name is A Ke, and she is a capable general under Bai Yan. She is extremely powerful and ruthless.

"This Ling Xiao is not weak, and his potential is even more terrifying." Bai Yan continued, with a solemn look in his eyes, "It's best to kill him today, otherwise it will be difficult to deal with him in the future. If he grows up, he will be a huge threat to us."

As he spoke, Bai Yan's eyes involuntarily drifted to the distance, where a palpitating breath came faintly, like an undercurrent, making people feel daunted. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a wise light flashed in his deep pupils, as if he could see through everything in that distant place.

He thought to himself that this aura was definitely not something that an ordinary person could possess. It must be a master sent by the Demon Suppression Mansion who was secretly protecting Ling Xiao.

Thinking of this, Bai Yan's lips curled up into a faint smile. He knew very well that if he acted rashly at this moment, not only would it be difficult to take Ling Xiao's life, but he might also expose his hidden strength in vain and bring unnecessary trouble.

He shook his head slightly, and a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes, as if he was mocking his previous impulsive thoughts.

Bai Yan knew that a truly wise man should know how to judge the situation and not be swayed by a momentary impulse. So, he slowly withdrew his gaze and refocused his attention on the present, with a plan in mind.

Hearing this, A Ke nodded slightly, with a cold light flashing in her eyes. She knew Bai Yan's intentions very well, and also understood the importance of this battle.

She slowly walked towards the city wall, her eyes fixed on Ling Xiao below, as if she had already seen him lying on the ground. A cold smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, which was a desire for victory and also a verdict on Ling Xiao's fate.

"As ordered!"

A'ke's figure disappeared in an instant like a ghost, at an astonishing speed, as if she could easily traverse the space.

When she appeared again, she was standing proudly in front of Ling Xiao, her flawless white leather armor glowing faintly in the sun. The leather armor was obviously made of the skin of rare monsters, with runes faintly flowing on its surface, exuding an excellent defensive aura. Even compared with those top-level armors made of metal, it was not inferior, and even surpassed them.

At first glance, one can feel the pressure of the Heavenly Master level contained in it, which is obviously not something that ordinary weapons can shake.

She held a pair of strangely shaped weapons in her hands. The weapons were short and sharp, like two crescent moons, but the edges were covered with sharp teeth, like saw blades, flashing with cold light, revealing a frightening sharpness. (End of this chapter)