Chapter 13813 1 Giant Hand

Chapter 13813 A Giant Hand

The long sword in Ling Xiao's hand was deeply inserted into the ground, and the handle of the sword shook slightly due to the vibration of the ground.

His neck was lowered, his hair was scattered messily on both sides of his cheeks, and blood kept dripping down his chin, forming a sad and enchanting blood-red mandala on the bluestone slabs.

At this moment, the black flames surrounding his body gradually dissipated, but the power in his body was like a raging tsunami, surging violently.

The power of the ancestor, the power of the five dragons, and the power of the demon god's Dharma image, these powerful forces intertwined together, like several ferocious beasts rampaging through his meridians, colliding violently with his meridians, bringing waves of piercing pain.

Every impact of force seemed to tear his body apart.

At this critical moment, Xiao Lianzhu was extremely anxious. She rushed forward regardless of everything and held Ling Xiao's hands tightly with both hands.

Her voice was trembling uncontrollably, "Brother Ling, you! You...!" Before she finished speaking, she was already filled with endless worry and heartache.

Ling Xiao calmed down and tried to clear his mind from the chaos and pain.

He casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and then revealed an uninhibited smile, which was full of indifference towards life and death. "Don't be afraid, I can't die yet, and I don't want to die. Look, there are so many people who are still looking forward to me, how dare I die!"

Hearing this, Xiao Lianzhu's eyes turned red instantly and tears burst out like a flood.

She looked at Ling Xiao's face, which was exhausted but still resolute, and felt mixed emotions.

Seeing this, Ling Xiao raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears that kept rolling down her face. Then he said in a deep voice: "Don't cry, as long as I am still standing here, no one can bully you, and no one can destroy the Tyrant Empire. Even if God wants me to die, I will pick up my knife and kill God!" His firm tone seemed to declare to the world his determination to never surrender.

Xiao Lianzhu was filled with sorrow, her frail body trembling slightly. She buried her head deeply in Ling Xiao's arms, her arms tightly wrapped around his waist as if to embed him into her body.

Hot tears burst out of his eyes and quickly soaked the front of his shirt, leaving a dark stain.

Ling Xiao raised his head, his eyes penetrating the thin clouds and gazing at the sky.

Dugu Sheng, who was about to disappear, had wisps of residual soul power lingering around him, staring at him with extremely complicated eyes. There was unwillingness, resentment, and even disbelief in those eyes.

Dugu Sheng was one of the ten kings of the Dazhen Dynasty. He was so majestic in the past, but now his voice was full of unwillingness, almost roaring: "I can't believe it, I can't believe it, I am one of the ten kings of the Dazhen Dynasty, I have been powerful for half my life, but I was defeated by a young boy like you!"

After saying this, he forced himself to hold on to his gradually dissipating consciousness and looked into the depths of the sky, as if he could penetrate through layers of space and see a certain existence hidden in the dark. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "This boy must be eliminated!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure became like smoke blown by a strong wind, becoming increasingly thinner and vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye. Even the remaining soul that was struggling to hold on was completely annihilated, as if it had never existed in this world.

"This kid must be eliminated!" These words sounded like a curse, echoing between heaven and earth.

In an instant, a pressure that seemed to materialize, like a surging black tide, rolled in from the sky and instantly enveloped the entire Zhaixing Tower City.

Below, the disciples of various sects had already been badly injured by the previous fierce battle. Under the pressure at this moment, their faces instantly turned as pale as paper, completely bloodless.

As the leader of a sect, Ling Bi had extraordinary self-control, but he couldn't help but frown. His eyes were full of vigilance, and his spiritual power was quietly circulating throughout his body, trying to resist this terrifying pressure.

Xiao Lianzhu's delicate body trembled, a trace of panic flashed in her beautiful eyes, and she subconsciously hid behind Ling Xiao.

In the dark, Qin Feng was wearing a black robe, his figure hidden in the shadows. He looked up at the sky with a solemn expression, muttering to himself: "Could it be that the Holy Lord is about to take action? Who else could have such a terrifying pressure except him?"

Above the Zhaixing Tower City, the wind and clouds changed color, and an extremely huge hand slowly appeared.

The palm is covered with golden lines, and a mysterious and powerful power flows in the lines. The flashing light seems to be able to see through everything.

With its appearance, the entire city began to shake violently as if it had encountered a magnitude 10 earthquake.

The sturdy city walls could not bear the weight, and shocking cracks quickly spread out, like the open mouth of a ferocious beast.

The pressure contained in this palm was extremely domineering, several times more terrifying than Ling Xiao's previous all-out slash, making everyone in the city feel as if they were in the Nine Nether Hell, filled with despair.

Everyone in the city felt their chests were stuffy and breathing became extremely difficult. The air seemed to be sucked out in an instant. There was only one thought swirling wildly in their minds: such a terrifying force is simply impossible to resist!
Ling Xiao, however, was like a god of war, standing firm.

He gripped the knife tightly in his hand, his knuckles turned white from the force, and the blade trembled slightly, as if responding to the pressure together with its owner.

He raised his head and stared firmly at the giant hand. There was no fear in his eyes, only determination to move forward.

"Zhu'er, go hide in the formation!" Ling Xiao's voice was steady, with unquestionable strength.

After saying that, he suddenly pushed Xiao Lianzhu into the formation of the Tyrant Empire.

He had spent months of hard work and meticulously crafted that formation.

It incorporates many rare materials and advanced formations, and its power is extraordinary. Even if a strong man in the Cangyue realm attacks with all his strength, he may not be able to break it.

In this crisis-ridden situation, that might be the safest place at the moment.

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, his eyes fixed on the giant hand that blocked out the sun in the sky, the blade in his hand flashing with a cold light, just like his resolute mood at the moment.

Regret?
Do not!
There was not a ripple of regret in Ling Xiao's heart.

His eyes were as firm as a rock, his aura was restrained but he exuded a fearless spirit, and his heart was filled with the determination to die.

Just as the giant hand was about to strike down with devastating force, Jiang Yuyan, who had been silent as a cold pond, suddenly turned to look at Ling Xiao. Her voice was low but revealed an unquestionable power: "Boy, I have been obsessed with the rise and fall of the Magic Tower all my life. Now the deadline is approaching. I hope you can rebuild the Magic Tower. Please!"

After she finished speaking, she tapped the air with her toes and rose from the ground. The magic sword in her hand whistled and the demonic energy around her rolled, transforming into a thick, inky black demonic light. She rushed towards the giant hand without hesitation, as if she wanted to use this meager strength to break the desperate situation before her.

There was a loud "boom", like the chaotic explosion when the world was first created. The giant hand shattered under Jiang Yuyan's fearless blow and turned into spiritual fragments all over the sky.