Chapter 13485 Killing

He also learned from the demon soul beasts that there were two powerful beings following Ling Xiao, named Liezu and Wenzu. If he didn't escape now, he would be dead.

Just as he was thinking about how to escape from here to avoid being involved in unnecessary disputes, the scene around him suddenly changed drastically.

The originally empty and deep void seemed to be shrouded by a mysterious force in an instant, and turned into a pale white. It was so white that nothing could be seen clearly, and it seemed as if everything around no longer existed, leaving only this endless paleness.

"Who?" The man was horrified, his voice trembling. He looked around, trying to find a clue in this strange environment, but all he got in response was silence and nothingness.

This sudden change caused him to feel an unprecedented fear and anxiety, as if he was being watched by some unknown and powerful force and could fall into an irretrievable situation at any time.

"Haha, aren't you following me? And why are you asking who I am?" Ling Xiao's figure emerged quietly like a ghost. Under the moonlight, his face looked both cold and deep. He looked at the man in front of him indifferently. His eyes showed a clear understanding of everything, as well as a hint of imperceptible mockery.

"You are from the Holy Hall, right? Are you here to kill me? Or are you here for my treasure?" Ling Xiao's words were calm but full of unquestionable power, and every word clearly struck the man's heartstrings. His tone revealed a kind of indifference after going through hardships, as if he had already expected this moment to come.

The man did not answer, but stared at Ling Xiao closely, his eyes flashing with complex emotions, including fear of the unknown and persistence in the mission. In the night, his figure trembled slightly, not because of fear, but because of a fierce battle in his heart.

But he knew that in this world where the strong are respected, it was a luxury to escape today. The air around him seemed to freeze, and every minute and every second was filled with oppression and urgency. He could only fight and try his best to fight for that glimmer of hope.

Although he was afraid of the legendary strongman behind Ling Xiao, he had no intention of retreating when facing Ling Xiao himself. In his opinion, the key to this battle was speed. As long as Ling Xiao could be quickly subdued, then there should be a chance of success, whether it was to complete the mission or save his life.

The next moment, he attacked in a flash, with a long sword in his hand flashing with cold light, like a meteor across the night sky, piercing Ling Xiao with a sharp sound of wind. This attack condensed all his strength and determination, intending to take Ling Xiao down in one fell swoop.

At that moment, with Ling Xiao as the center, the trees within a hundred meters seemed to have suffered a devastating disaster, and were instantly turned into dust and scattered in the wind. At the same time, the ground began to collapse layer by layer, huge rocks rolled, and dust flew, creating a doomsday scene.

"Hahaha, you don't know your own limitations. If the person behind you attacks me, I might be afraid, but you are far from that..."

The man laughed, his laughter full of contempt and disdain, as if in his eyes, Ling Xiao was just an ant, not worth his time and effort. The corners of his mouth curved up, and his eyes flashed with an indescribable arrogance.

But his laughter suddenly stopped at that moment, as if it was abruptly cut off by some invisible force. His smile froze on his face, and a trace of disbelief and astonishment flashed in his eyes.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Ling Xiao stood there intact, unharmed. His clothes were still neat and tidy, and his body was as straight as a pine tree, as if the fierce blow just now was just a breeze to him. There was a faint smile on his face, which showed both confidence and calmness, as if everything was under control.

“Tsk tsk tsk, the power is quite good. You are strong enough to be the chief priest in the Holy Temple of Zhenling Mansion. I didn’t expect that you are just a small priest in the Holy Temple of Zhenling Mansion. This Holy Temple of Zhenling Mansion really makes people a little intimidated.” Ling Xiao’s words were full of teasing and ridicule, as if he was having a relaxed conversation with an old friend.

Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, at a speed so fast that it was dazzling. Then, a huge claw appeared out of thin air. It was the terrifying claw of the Demon Soul Beast. The sharp nails shone coldly, like a sharp blade. The claw grabbed the man's head and held him tightly in its hand.

The man struggled desperately, his facial muscles twisted and deformed by fear and pain, his eyes bulged as if their eyeballs were about to pop out.

He clenched his fists and tried his best to break free from this terrible force, but found that he was restrained by a terrible force and could not move at all.

His eyes were filled with despair and unwillingness, as if at this moment he truly realized the huge gap between himself and Ling Xiao.

"No... Impossible, this is the power of Bao Yuan Realm, you... how could you have it... you..."

The man screamed in fear, his voice trembling with disbelief, as if he had seen the most incredible thing in the world. His eyes were wide open, and Ling Xiao's cold and deep eyes were reflected in his pupils. His face was full of a complex expression of despair and fear.

"Want to know?" Ling Xiao raised a playful smile, which showed both mockery of the man's frightened reaction and confidence and pride in his own strength. His voice was calm and low, but it exploded in the man's ears like thunder, making him even more panicked.

"Let me die knowingly." The man gritted his teeth, with a hint of pleading in his voice, as if this was his last hope. His hands were clenched into fists, veins bulging, showing his inner struggle and unwillingness.

"I won't tell you..." Ling Xiao smiled slightly, with a hint of teasing and provocation in his tone. He suddenly exerted force with his claws, as if he wanted to play with the man's head like a toy.

Bang!
With a dull thud, the man's head exploded like a watermelon hit by a sledgehammer, red and white objects splattered everywhere, and the scene was shocking. The man's body fell down helplessly, and the last ray of light in his eyes went out, and he died.

Ling Xiao activated the Heaven-Devouring Magic Art and devoured all the essence of the man's blood and energy.

As this power was absorbed, his cultivation level was subtly improved, and a faint smile appeared on his face. That smile showed both satisfaction with his strength and indifference to the impermanence of life.

He gently patted the blood on his hands, as if he was doing something insignificant. When he turned around, a cold light flashed in his eyes, as if telling the world: In this world where the strong are respected, being weak means death.

This middle-aged man is not weak, he is a genuine third-level Baoyuan Realm expert, his strength is even stronger than the chief priest of the Zhenhun Palace Holy Hall. (End of this chapter)