Chapter 13422 The High Priest Can't Hold It Back Anymore

boom!
With a loud bang, the space within a hundred meters around Jiang Xiruo seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force and collapsed and annihilated in an instant.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of burning, which was the trace left after the space was torn apart. Under the impact of this force, the dozen or so Saint Templar warriors were like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, being ruthlessly swept away and disappeared.

After a moment, the space returned to normal, as if nothing had happened. However, the dozen or so Saint Templar warriors had completely disappeared from this world, their existence was completely wiped out, without even a trace left.

Seeing this scene, Ling Xiao's heart was filled with emotion and shock. He had always known that his mother was very strong, but he had never seen her display such terrifying strength.

This was simply an instant kill! Those powerful people in the Condensation Realm were so vulnerable in front of my mother, and were easily crushed like ants.

Ling Xiao's eyes were filled with complex emotions, including pride, awe, and deep concern for his mother.

He knew that the stronger his mother was, the greater the danger she would face. He secretly vowed that he must work hard to cultivate and become his mother's right-hand man as soon as possible to share her pressure.

In the distance, the four chief priests also had solemn faces, their eyes full of vigilance and uneasiness. He never expected that Jiang Xiruo's strength would exceed his expectations and reach such a terrifying level. This made him feel a little fear and despair in his heart. He knew that his actions today might be dangerous.

Jiang Xiruo walked slowly towards the fourth chief priest, each step seemed so calm, as if nothing in the world could stop her. Her eyes were full of contempt and disdain, as if she was looking at an insignificant ant.

"You are so weak, yet you dare to covet my son's treasure. You really don't know your own weight?" Her voice was cold and crisp, like a knife in the cold wind, which made people feel cold.

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Xiruo's figure suddenly disappeared, as if she had merged into the air, leaving only a faint afterimage. Then, the space in front of the four chief priests began to crack inch by inch, as if torn apart by an invisible force, and a frightening aura filled the air.

Seeing this scene, the Fourth Priest's pupils shrank suddenly, and he felt an unprecedented crisis. The next moment, he suddenly stomped his right foot, and the whole person shot out like an arrow from a bow, trying to escape from this dangerous place.

Boom! A loud noise suddenly sounded not far in front of Ling Xiao. The surrounding space seemed to be shaken by this force, and a violent tremor came. Ling Xiao looked up and saw a figure retreating violently in the sky. It was the four chief priests!
The four chief priests retreated hundreds of meters away! His figure left a trail of afterimages in the air, and he looked in a state of disgrace.

Not only that, his originally neat clothes had now become tattered, with many sword marks crisscrossing them, obviously he had suffered heavy injuries in the previous confrontation.

The fourth high priest's expression had become extremely ugly at this moment, his eyes filled with fear and unwillingness.

He never expected that Jiang Xiruo's strength was so terrifying that she forced him into such a desperate situation in just a moment. He couldn't help but feel a deep despair in his heart. He knew that his action today might have completely failed.

Ling Xiao's heart was like surging waves and his amazement was beyond words.

He realized that he had underestimated his mother's strength before. He thought that his mother's strength was only comparable to that of the four main priests. However, the current scene clearly showed his mother's overwhelming advantage over the four main priests.

The four chief priests could only barely hold on under their mother's attack and had no power to fight back, which made Ling Xiao both shocked and proud.

On the side, Hun Yu, who was originally preparing to go to support Jiang Xiruo because of his injury, now put aside his worries.

She looked at Jiang Xiruo's vigorous and powerful figure, and a warm current surged in her heart. She knew that with her mother here, she no longer needed to take risks in this battle. So, she quickly found a safe place, sat cross-legged, and began to heal her wounds.

Hun Yu knew that the battle was not over yet, and there might be even more terrifying beings hidden among the enemies. She had to heal her injuries as soon as possible so that she could continue to fight in the best condition.

She closed her eyes and concentrated on practicing the healing technique, feeling the injuries in her body gradually getting better.

At this moment, an old but full-bodied voice sounded, breaking the silence around them. "What a genius you are in the Demon Suppression House. I didn't expect that you were imprisoned for more than ten years, and you are still so strong after recovery." This voice was full of admiration and awe for Jiang Xiruo.

Ling Xiao and Hun Yu turned their heads at the same time, only to see an old man in a gray robe slowly appearing beside the fourth high priest.

His face was old, but his eyes were extremely sharp, as if he could see into people's hearts. He raised his hand lightly and blocked Jiang Xiruo's attack for the fourth chief priest. The powerful aura made the surrounding air solidify.

The old man was wearing an exquisite gold-embroidered robe, the intricate golden patterns on the robe sparkling in the sun, highlighting his noble status. His beard was as long as his chest, with silver strands interlaced, each of which revealed the accumulation of years and the light of wisdom.

His long silver hair draped over his shoulders, each strand clearly visible, like the shimmering surface of a lake under the moonlight, sparkling with a spirited luster, making people sigh that the years did not seem to have left too many traces on his body.

"High Priest!" There was a hint of awe and embarrassment in the voice of the Fourth High Priest, and his eyes were filled with complex emotions as he looked at the old man.

He lowered his head and said with some shame: "I didn't complete the task. The Demon Soul King's clone didn't show up. Who would have thought that this woman would show up instead? I really failed to meet your expectations."

The high priest shook his head slightly. There was no trace of blame in his eyes. Instead, he seemed unusually calm and composed.

"It's okay. The enemy is more powerful than we thought. This is expected. But we also have a backup plan, so there's no need to worry too much. You go and heal your wounds first, and I'll take care of this woman." His voice was steady and powerful, as if it could calm people's hearts.

Hearing the words of the high priest, a look of joy appeared on the face of the fourth high priest, as if he saw the dawn of hope.

"Could it be that the Holy Lord has finished healing?" There was a hint of excitement in his voice, as if this news was a great encouragement to him. He looked at the High Priest with eyes full of expectation, as if he was waiting for the High Priest's confirmation.

"Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask. Hurry up and heal your wounds. Kill Hunyu quickly. I don't blame you for anything else, but Hunyu is still alive because you didn't do a good enough job." The high priest's voice was as cold as the wind. Every word was like an icicle, piercing deeply into the hearts of the four high priests. (End of this chapter)