Chapter 13367 Weakness

Chapter 13367 Weakness
At the same time, Ling Xiao's two weapon spirits - the Bloodthirsty Sword Spirit and the God-Slaying Sword Spirit, under his precise control, were like two invisible lightning bolts, silently piercing towards Zhang Qi's vital points, with a desire for life and the ultimate pursuit of power.

However, at the moment when the fatal blow was about to work, an indescribable tenacity and calmness burst out from Zhang Qi's body, forming an invisible barrier.

The barrier seemed to be condensed from the essence of heaven and earth, and also seemed to be the embodiment of his own will. It steadily received Ling Xiao's all-out attack without any hesitation.

Unfortunately, this attack, which condensed all of Ling Xiao's hopes and efforts, did not break Zhang Qi's seemingly ordinary yet indestructible defense. Ling Xiao's eyes flashed with disbelief, which was then replaced by a deep sense of frustration.

He knew very well that as a true Nengzhen realm expert, Zhang Qi's realm was deep and his strength was far beyond what any previous opponents could compare to.

Zhang Qi not only possesses a condensed true body, a miraculous physique that integrates the energy of heaven and earth into one's own body, allowing both the body and soul to reach an extraordinary state;
He also mastered the Soul Condensation, which is a profound state of mind that can penetrate the laws of heaven and earth and guide the vital energy for his own use;

More importantly, he possessed true condensed source power, a power that came from the depths of the soul and could drive everything and reverse the universe. Its power was far beyond the reach of the previous Hun Wuxu.

Ling Xiao recalled the difficulties he had experienced in his battle with Hun Wuxu, and a bitter feeling rose in his heart.

At that time, even if he tried his best, it would be extremely difficult to break through Hun Wuxu's equally powerful defense, and Zhang Qi in front of him was undoubtedly on another level.

At this moment, Ling Xiao felt unprecedented pressure and challenges, but he also understood that this was an indispensable part of his cultivation path and the only way to reach a higher level.

But there is an insurmountable essential difference between Zhang Qi and Hun Wuxu, that is, they belong to completely different races - Zhang Qi is a human, and Hun Wuxu is a soul race.

This difference is not only reflected in their bloodline and appearance, but also has a profound impact on their power structure and fighting style.

Hun Wuxu, although far inferior to Zhang Qi in overall strength, but in the field of soul power, he possesses extraordinary talent and attainments.

His soul power was as deep as the abyss and as fierce as a storm. Even a strong man like Ling Xiao had to be careful when fighting against him. Only by using soul power against soul power could he barely gain the upper hand.

Ling Xiao knew this very well. In the battle with Hun Wuxu, he cleverly used his understanding and mastery of soul power to resolve the opponent's offensive again and again, and finally won.

Therefore, when he faced Zhang Qi, who was stronger but whose soul power was far inferior to Hun Wuxu, he did not feel too much fear and anxiety in his heart, but was full of confidence and determination.

After all, Ling Xiao was able to succeed in dealing with Hun Wuxu with his soul power, let alone facing Zhang Qi, whose soul power was far inferior to Hun Wuxu, it would be even easier for him to win.

So, when the attack was blocked and the sword could not penetrate Zhang Qi's defense, Ling Xiao released the powerful will of the demon without hesitation. This will, like a torrent from ancient times, surged into the depths of Zhang Qi's soul with endless pressure and destructive power.

boom!
At this moment, Zhang Qi seemed to be hit hard by an invisible hammer. His soul trembled, and his face turned pale as paper in an instant. His body was like a kite with a broken string, retreating uncontrollably. He retreated hundreds of meters before he could barely stabilize his body.

His expression was distorted and ugly, his eyes full of disbelief and pain.

He's not dead!
Although his body was shaky and he was in great pain, Zhang Qi still stood up tenaciously. However, he felt an indescribable sense of defeat. He felt that he had been defeated, completely defeated by Ling Xiao.

This feeling was like a huge rock pressing on his chest, suffocating him. Zhang Qi was always known for his bravery and had never bowed his head in front of any opponent. Even when facing Ling Xiao's sudden surge in combat power, he had never been afraid.

However, this soul attack was like an invisible shackle that tightly bound his soul, leaving him unable to resist and forced to retreat.

In terms of soul power, he was indeed inferior to Ling Xiao. At this moment, his head seemed to explode, the pain was unbearable, and his entire consciousness became blurred. He tried hard to hold the weapon in his hand, but found that his fingers had lost strength, and even the most basic grip became extremely difficult.

Fear and despair began to spread in his heart. He knew very well that if he continued to stay there and was attacked by Ling Xiao several times in a row, he would probably really die here. When he thought of this, he was filled with fear, as if the scythe of the god of death was already hanging on his neck.

At this moment of extreme fear, a scream suddenly came from the battlefield. Zhang Qi raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see Ling Xiao had turned around at some point, and the long sword in his hand flashed like lightning, instantly killing a Holy Sword Knight.

The screams of the Holy Sword Knight were like the howlings of hell, which made everyone present feel nervous. Ling Xiao's cold and ruthless figure was like a ruthless killing machine, which made people feel terrified.

Ling Xiao, who released his Tyrant Martial Spirit, seemed to be reborn. His strength was more than a hundred times stronger than before.

He was surrounded by the domineering and pressure unique to the Tyrant Martial Spirit, which made the Holy Sword Knight, who was originally able to match him, look as small as an ant and vulnerable in his eyes.

Ling Xiao's eyes flashed with a cold light, as if he had seen the dawn of victory. Moreover, he also had the powerful help of his external body.

In the Tyrant Universe formed by the Tyrant Martial Soul, the external body has also received an unprecedented amplification, and its power is so terrifying that it is enough to scare any opponent.

At this moment, the voice of the third chief priest suddenly sounded, with a hint of impatience and contempt: "Zhang Qi, you are a waste. I give you this thing. It can block soul attacks. Go and kill him quickly."

After saying that, the third high priest threw a jade pendant that was flickering with a faint light and it fell steadily into Zhang Qi's hand.

That jade pendant was a treasure carefully prepared by the three chief priests, specially used to absorb soul power. It could effectively weaken or even completely absorb the enemy's soul attack, providing powerful protection for the wearer.

Zhang Qi took the jade pendant, and a hint of surprise and determination flashed in his eyes.

He quickly put the jade pendant on his body, feeling the slight coolness coming from it, as if even his soul had become tougher.