Chapter 13430 Holy Lord

Ling Xiao took a deep breath, trying to calm the waves in his heart and make his thoughts clearer.

He knew that only by constantly improving his own strength could he truly protect the people he cared about and truly gain a foothold in this world.

"Clean up the battlefield!" Ling Xiao suddenly raised his head, his eyes like torches, scanning all the members of the Demon Suppression House coalition. His voice was firm and powerful, as if he was announcing to everyone: "We won!"

However, at this time, everyone in the Demon Suppression Mansion was still in a state of confusion. They were just immersed in the despair of possible tragic death and annihilation, but in the blink of an eye, the situation changed drastically. They actually won?
This was simply too outrageous, too incredible. They looked at each other, their eyes full of astonishment and disbelief. They felt that this was all too unreal, as if they were dreaming. Some people even rubbed their eyes, wanting to confirm whether they had seen it wrong.

"Win? Did you win?" An extremely cold voice, like a chilly wind piercing through the bones, came from the distant sky, instantly causing Ling Xiao and the others to tremble all over, as if they were shocked by an invisible force.

They suddenly raised their heads, their eyes sharp as torches, and looked in the direction where the sound came from. They saw a man wearing silver armor and with a face as cold as frost, who seemed to have stepped out of the void and slowly walked into their sight.

The silver armor gleamed coldly in the afterglow of the setting sun, making him look like a god of war, majestic and inviolable.

The aura emanating from him alone was enough to make one's heart palpitate. This aura was even more terrifying than that of the high priest, as if it contained endless might and destructive power.

"Even... he may have reached the Condensation Realm." Ling Xiao secretly marveled in his heart, with a trace of solemnity in his eyes. He knew very well that such strength was definitely not something they could contend with at the moment.

"The Holy Lord of the Holy Temple of Zhenhun Palace! Wasn't he recuperating? How did he recover?" Long Yingtian's face became extremely ugly at this moment, and there was a hint of disbelief and horror in his voice.

He never expected that the Holy Lord, who was supposed to be recuperating from his injuries, would appear at this time, and judging from his condition, he had obviously almost recovered.

The next moment, the figure of the Holy Lord flashed across space like a silver lightning and came to Ling Xiao's side. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, and he glanced at the devastated Chaos Demon City, and then locked onto Ling Xiao without hesitation.

Ling Xiao's face turned extremely cold at this moment, and he stared at the Holy Lord with a determined light in his eyes. He secretly sighed in his heart that the world is unpredictable and full of surprises.

He thought that by killing the high priest, he had achieved a temporary victory, but he did not expect to attract a more terrifying opponent.

However, even in the face of such a desperate situation, Ling Xiao did not back down. He knew that escaping was not the solution to the problem, and only by facing the challenge head-on could he find a chance to break through. He held the weapon tightly in his hand, ready to meet the upcoming challenge.

The cold murderous intent in the deep eyes of the Holy Lord of the Zhenhun Palace was like a cold winter wind, piercing Lingxiao's bones.

He opened his mouth slowly, his voice low and threatening: "You are very powerful. You almost destroyed my Soul-Suppressing Temple." Every word seemed to carry a thousand pounds of power that could not be ignored.

Ling Xiao touched his nose gently, and a helpless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I don't have that ability. It was Tongtong who did it. You can go find her." There was a hint of teasing in his words, trying to shift the blame to the girl who had already left, but the determination and confidence in his eyes had never diminished in the slightest.

Upon hearing this, the Holy Lord's eyes became more ferocious, as if he wanted to eat Ling Xiao alive: "You are her father, if you don't take responsibility, who will?" His voice trembled slightly with anger, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, full of unwillingness and anger.

Ling Xiao raised a sarcastic smile, he knew the other party's weakness very well: "You have actually been nearby for a long time, right? When Tongtong was here, you didn't dare to come out. You only dared to show up after she left?"

There was a hint of contempt in his tone, as if he was mocking the other person's cowardice.

A hint of embarrassment flashed across the Holy Lord's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a more determined murderous intent.

He was a bachelor and directly admitted his powerlessness: "I can't beat her, but I can kill you and make her suffer." His voice was as cold as ice, and every word seemed to come from the depths of hell, making people shudder.

Ling Xiao was speechless when he heard this. He didn't expect that the other party would be so direct and target a "soft persimmon" like him. He shook his head slightly, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and thought to himself: This person is really picking on the weak.

"Aren't you afraid that she will come back?" Ling Xiao asked with a hint of provocation and disdain. There was an unyielding light in his eyes, as if telling the other party that even in the face of a powerful enemy, he would never give up easily.

The Holy Lord's expression became complicated at this moment. He was stunned for a moment, then a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Do you know why I didn't show up when you swallowed the energy essence and broke through just now? I was afraid that she would come back. But now, I'm not worried, because I know she can't come back."

There was a hint of pride and relief in his voice, as if he had finally untied a long-standing knot in his heart.

When Ling Xiao heard this, a subtle fluctuation flashed across his eyes. He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to absorb all the resentment and anger into his chest, and then slowly exhaled.

He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword in his hand. Strange black lines flowed on the sword, as if it contained endless magic power and might. As he moved, a terrifying force began to rise in his body, as if it wanted to bring the world under his control.

The Holy Lord looked at Ling Xiao's actions, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes: "Want to fight to the death? No, you are too weak! No, it should be said that you are too young. With your talent, you will definitely be able to defeat me in the future, but not now!"

There was a hint of regret and sarcasm in his voice, as if he was looking at an ignorant young man trying to challenge an insurmountable peak.

The moment the voice fell, the Holy Lord raised his right hand slightly, as if he held the power of life and death over all things in the world, and then pressed lightly towards Ling Xiao.

Although this pressure seemed to be light, it contained a terrifying force that could overturn the world. Ling Xiao's expression changed drastically at this moment, his eyes widened instantly, and his pupils were filled with fear and despair. (End of this chapter)