Chapter 13828 Beheading the Holy Lord

The blood-stained fingers of the Great Town Saint Lord seemed to be in spasm as he tightly grasped the tattered hem of his white robe. His knuckles had turned white and almost transparent from excessive force, and blue veins bulged under his skin like twisted earthworms.

From his throat came a suppressed roar like that of a wounded beast, the voice was full of resentment and anger.

His cloudy eyeballs were now bloodshot, like two will-o'-the-wisp fires swaying in the wind and about to go out, revealing despair and madness.

The Holy City of Dazhen Dynasty, a place he was once extremely familiar with and high above everyone else, had now vanished into thin air in his heart.

He understood that the Holy City could no longer provide him with shelter, let alone reverse the current defeat.

There was only one thought left in his mind: to ask for help.

He staggered and took two steps back in a weak manner. The soles of his boots rolled heavily over the gravel on the ground. The gravel rubbed against each other, making a sharp and piercing sound, as if it was another wail on this tragic battlefield.

In the distance, the wailing sounds of the remaining disciples of the Holy Temple continued to be heard. The sound was heart-wrenching, like a sharp blade cutting into his heart.

In the air, the burnt smell produced by the burning became stronger and stronger, spreading wantonly, mixed with the smell of blood, making the entire battlefield shrouded in a disgusting atmosphere.

In this chaos and despair, the outline of the neighboring Tianyuan Dynasty gradually became clear in his confused mind.

The towering imperial city that stood tall and high in the clouds became his last straw in his eyes.

He knew in his heart that the neighboring Tianyuan Dynasty was much more powerful than the Dazhen Dynasty, and its emperor was directly appointed by the Holy Temple. The strength of the Tianyuan Holy Temple was far beyond that of the Dazhen Holy Temple. It was a force that he extremely wanted to use at this moment.

He subconsciously licked his cracked and bleeding lips. The wound on his lips opened again because of this action, and blood slowly flowed down the corners of his mouth.

The corner of his mouth slowly raised up into a sinister arc, which was full of resentment.

At this moment, the remaining spiritual power in his body seemed to be stimulated by this resentment and began to fluctuate violently and uncontrollably. This spiritual power distorted the surrounding air, as if space was vulnerable to his anger.

"Ling Xiao! Liu Wu! Just wait, the day when I return will be the day of your destruction!" He roared with all his strength.

The roar made the blood in his chest surge, as if a ball of fire was burning in his chest. Then, a large amount of blood spurted out from the corner of his mouth uncontrollably, drew an arc in the air, and fell heavily to the ground, splashing shocking blood.

However, fate did not seem to give him any respite.

Just before he finished speaking, ripples suddenly appeared in the void in front of him. The ripples continued to spread, as if a huge rock was thrown into the calm lake, breaking the original silence.

Ling Xiao held the bloodthirsty knife in his hand and slowly stepped out of the twisted space. His appearance seemed to bring an even stronger breath of death.

Fresh blood continued to drip from the blade of the bloodthirsty knife. When the blood fell on the ground, it instantly corroded holes that made sizzling sounds. Green smoke rose up, as if telling the story of the bloody killing that the knife had just experienced.

"You can't leave!" Ling Xiao spoke, his voice was cold as ice, without a trace of emotion, his eyes were full of murderous intent. At this moment, he was like a death-seeker from the Nine Nether Hell, specializing in reaping the lives of the Holy Lords of Dazhen.

Almost at the same moment, a creepy, heart-pounding roar came from the void.

The roar was like a thunder that exploded out of nowhere, shaking the surrounding space slightly.

An extremely terrifying pressure also descended, like an invisible mountain, pressing down on everyone present.

The shadow of the Demon King slowly emerged from Ling Xiao's body. The shadow was surrounded by inky black demonic energy that was so thick that it seemed substantial. In the demonic energy, countless wronged souls could be vaguely seen wailing in pain, making terrifying sounds.

The chief priest in the white robe didn't have time to react or even think before his pupils suddenly contracted sharply and his face was instantly filled with fear. The fear went deep into his bones, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.

The Demon King stretched out a giant claw formed by demonic energy. The claw was like a small mountain, emitting an endless breath of destruction.

It just waved lightly, and the space was instantly torn apart, making a teeth-grinding "sizzling" sound.

The protective aura of the white-robed chief priest was as fragile as bubbles in the face of this terrifying force and shattered in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, the white-robed chief priest was crushed into a bloody mist by this extremely powerful force, leaving only an extremely shrill scream in the air, and then dissipated into the air, as if he had never existed.

When the Saint Lord of Dazhen saw this scene, his face instantly turned as pale as paper, bloodless, as if all the life had been drained out of him.

His legs went weak, his knees bent, and he almost fell to the ground.

In extreme fear and despair, he frantically circulated his spiritual power, trying to form a defensive barrier to resist this terrifying attack.

However, under the terrifying pressure from the Demon King, the spiritual power he had condensed quickly dissipated like a candle in the wind as soon as it appeared.

The Demon King's attack was like a collapsing mountain, rushing towards him rapidly.

He used all his strength and barely held on for a moment, but after that moment, he was blown away by the irresistible force.

His body was like a kite with a broken string. It drew an arc in the air and fell heavily to the ground.

Blood gushed out of his mouth, staining the ground in front of him red.

He felt as if all his internal organs were shattered by this blow. Severe pain spread throughout his body, almost making him lose consciousness.

"No...who is that! Who is it!" He looked at the Demon King in Ling Xiao's body in horror, his voice full of despair and fear, his eyes full of disbelief. He could never have imagined that Ling Xiao could summon such a terrifying existence.

Just as he fell to the ground seriously injured and dying, the green spirit appeared quietly behind him like a ghost.

At this moment, the sword in Green Spirit's hand seemed to come to life and turned into sharp sword energy.

There was a flash of cold light, and one of the sword energies pierced through his chest like lightning.

The Great Town Saint Lord opened his eyes wide, his eyes were full of shock and unwillingness, and a "gurgling" sound came from his throat, which was a symbol that his life was about to end.

Blood continued to flow out of his mouth. The light in his eyes gradually dimmed until it disappeared completely. His body slowly fell down and he was completely dead.