Chapter 13853 The next generation is terrible

Chapter 13853 The next generation is terrible

But Ling Xiao did not move, as if the earth-shattering blow just now was just a breeze passing by.

He didn't even move his feet, still walking forward with steady steps, his calm demeanor, as if he had just done something insignificant.

Ni Shuanghan's face froze, and her originally cold and elegant face was now filled with shock and unwillingness.

She bit her lip tightly, her eyes revealing a stubbornness that refused to admit defeat. She held the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, and was about to strike again when a majestic voice like a loud bell came from the hall: "Shuanghan, I have shown mercy, you must not be rude!"

The voice seemed to carry an invisible pressure, causing Ni Shuanghan to freeze instantly.

Ni Shuanghan glanced at Ling Xiao angrily. Her eyes showed both fear of Ling Xiao's strength and anger at being stopped in public.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her emotions, and finally slowly put down the sword in her hand and stopped.

Ling Xiao shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly in his heart.

He naturally knew why Ni Shuanghan suddenly attacked. There was nothing he could do. He had accidentally seen Fairy Ni naked in the inn before, and it seemed that it was not without reason that she attacked him like this.

Thinking of this, he could only sigh inwardly, tidied up his clothes that were a little messy due to the shock of Ni Shuanghan's sword energy, and then took big strides and walked into the hall.

The atmosphere in the hall was solemn and dignified, and there was an awe-inspiring aura in the air.

Sitting there were several top warriors from the Dazhen Dynasty, each of them was like a towering mountain, emitting a powerful aura.

Leading the group was none other than the mysterious red-robed chief priest. He was dressed in a blood-red robe embroidered with all kinds of mysterious and strange runes. He exuded an elusive aura, as if he came from another mysterious world, making people afraid to approach him.

Next to him was Qin Xianglan, whom Ling Xiao knew. She was still wearing the lavender dress, with a graceful figure and beautiful face, but now there was a hint of solemnity and worry in her eyes.

There were also several powerful people that Ling Xiao didn’t know.

One of them was wearing colorful feather clothes and had a pair of huge wings on his back. The wings were shining with colorful light. He was the leader of the Feather Clan.

He has an upright posture, eyes as sharp as an eagle, and exudes an innate nobility and majesty.

The other one was wearing a water blue robe with a pattern of surging waves embroidered on it. He was the leader of the water tribe.

He has a kind face and eyes as deep as the sea, as if they contain endless wisdom and power.

There is also an old man wearing Taoist robes, holding a whisk, and having an immortal look. He is the abbot of Xuantian Temple.

He looked indifferent, as if nothing in the world could cause him any disturbance.

In addition, there are several other strong men.

They are some of the "One Saint and Ten Kings" who were once famous in the Dazhen Dynasty.

But now, the Holy Lord of Dazhen was killed by the Demon King, and the Sword King Dugu Sheng was also killed by Ling Xiao.

The King of Qin did not come, and the Emperor Liu Wu of the Dazhen Dynasty was also in seclusion for cultivation, so he did not show up.

Now, only seven kings are left here.

The ones who came were the Feather King, the Water King, the Master of Xuantian Temple, the Red Robe Priest, Ni Shuanghan's master "Sword King Bai Qiuchi", the One-eyed Old Monster, and the Gun King Sikong Xuan!

Ling Xiao stood tall and straight, and stepped steadily into the solemn and dignified hall.

Inside the hall, magnificent beams and pillars soar into the sky, with lifelike mythical beasts carved on them, as if they would break out of the pillars at any time; the floor is paved with mirror-smooth marble, reflecting the majestic or solemn faces of the people.

The flickering candlelight in the hall stretched out the shadows of everyone, adding a sense of mystery and solemnity.

Ling Xiao glanced at everyone in the hall. They were all top warriors from the famous Dazhen Dynasty. Each of them exuded a terrifying aura.

He did not dare to slack off at all, and quickly clasped his hands together and bowed respectfully to everyone, bending his body into a perfect arc, showing his humility and respect.

Then, he said loudly: "Hello, seniors!"

The voice was clear and loud, echoing in the empty hall for a long time.

Everyone looked at Ling Xiao who was saluting, and there was a hint of surprise in their eyes, as if a stone was thrown into the calm lake, causing ripples.

Obviously, they didn't expect that this young man, who is now famous and powerful in the world, is so polite.

After all, in the world, many young people who become famous often rely on their talents to be arrogant and look down on others.

The red-robed chief priest sat in the first seat, dressed in a blood-red robe with all kinds of mysterious and strange runes embroidered on it. Under the candlelight, it flickered with a cold light, like a messenger from hell.

His eyes were as deep as the abyss, as if hiding endless secrets and murderous intent. At this moment, he was staring at Ling Xiao closely and nodded slightly, seemingly acknowledging Ling Xiao's courtesy, but a hint of cold murderous intent inadvertently flashed in his eyes.

The murderous intent was like an invisible sharp blade, piercing straight at Ling Xiao, making Ling Xiao feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

It turned out that the Holy Hall had suffered unprecedented damage because of Ling Xiao.

In that brutal battle, not only did many top masters die in the Holy Hall, but even the mysterious abode was sealed by Ling Xiao with the Supreme Holy Pattern Array.

Now, if everyone in the holy temple wants to get out of that sealed place, they have to pay a huge price. At the very least, their vitality will be seriously damaged, and at the worst, their lives may be in danger.

As the core figure of the temple, the red-robed chief priest naturally hated Ling Xiao to the core. Although he appeared calm on the surface at this moment, the murderous intent in his heart was surging like a raging tide.

The copper bells hanging on the eaves swayed gently in the wind, making a fine and crisp sound, as if the hall was whispering something.

However, this subtle sound could not conceal the increasingly solemn atmosphere in the hall, as if a storm was about to come.

Sword King Bai Qiuchi was dressed in a plain white robe, with snow-white hair casually draped over his shoulders, adding a touch of immortal air to his appearance.

He gently stroked his long snow-white beard and looked at Ling Xiao, who stood tall in the center of the hall, with interest, his eyes full of admiration and curiosity.

Finally, he was the first to break the silence, his voice loud and clear: "You have such achievements at such a young age, the young are really formidable!
In time, he will become a legend in the world."

Ling Xiao leaned forward slightly and bowed respectfully again, his clear voice echoing in the hall: "Senior, thank you for your praise. Compared with your disciple Ni Shuanghan, I am really ashamed of myself.

Miss Ni has superb swordsmanship and a strong character. Given time, she will surely surpass the younger generation."

His words were humble and polite, but his expression was neither humble nor arrogant. He exuded a calm and steady demeanor that came from a long period of hardships, as if he could remain calm no matter what kind of praise or doubts he faced.

Upon hearing this, Bai Qiuchi laughed heartily, and his laughter made the candlelight in the hall sway slightly, as if even the solid beams were shaking.