Chapter 13854 Haha, I don’t want to be stabbed in the back
Chapter 13854 Haha, I don’t want to be stabbed in the back
"Being too modest is actually pride. You just defeated my disciple in the fight.
Although Shuanghan is a girl with good talent, she still needs experience.
And you already have the stature of a strong man."
Bai Qiuchi's words contained both praise for Ling Xiao and encouragement for his own disciple.
In this seemingly peaceful atmosphere, Gun King Sikong Xuan suddenly spoke, breaking this brief harmony.
He was dressed in a black suit, with a tall and sturdy figure, standing in the temple like an iron tower.
In his hand was a shiny black spear, which emanated an icy chill, as if it would be unsheathed and hurt someone at any time.
His voice was as cold as ice, and the air seemed to freeze in an instant: "The sea of demons is invading, what are your plans?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the people who were chatting casually in the hall turned their eyes to Ling Xiao. Dozens of gazes fell on him as if they could see through him.
Among these gazes, there was expectation, scrutiny, and suspicion, as if Ling Xiao's answer would determine the fate of the entire Dazhen Dynasty.
The red-robed chief priest looked like a shadow ethereal from this world, sitting quietly on the main seat.
The main seat was carved from thousand-year-old agarwood, exuding an ancient and deep atmosphere, which complemented the mysterious temperament of the red-robed chief priest.
He was dressed in a blood-red robe, and the intricate runes on the robe seemed to have life, flowing faintly under the candlelight, like a dormant beast in the dark night that could erupt with terrifying power at any time.
His slender fingers tapped the handrails rhythmically like a nimble dancer.
Every knock seemed to strike at everyone's heartstrings, emitting a dull and eerie echo.
Those deep eyes were like two bottomless cold pools, gloomy and mysterious. At this moment, they were staring at Ling Xiao closely. An elusive look flashed in their eyes, as if they were examining him, or as if they were filled with murderous intent, but he never uttered a word.
The atmosphere in the entire hall became eerie and unpredictable at this moment.
The flickering candlelight in the hall seemed to sense the oppressive atmosphere. The flames jumped restlessly, making the shadows of the people distorted and strange.
The occasional whispers came to an abrupt end, leaving only the sound of the red-robed priest's fingers tapping on the armrests, echoing in the silent hall, like the calm before a storm, so depressing that it made people breathless, as if the air had become sticky, and every breath seemed to drain all the strength of the body.
Ling Xiao's mind was as clear as a mirror. Beneath the calm appearance, there were actually turbulent undercurrents.
He knew very well that Sikong Xuan's seemingly casual question was actually a heart-piercing remark.
Liu Heng's private reminder to him before still echoed in his ears at this moment: "Although the Dazhen Dynasty and various forces are now facing the danger of the Demon Sea, their attitude towards you is very complicated.
They hope that you can rely on your own strength to join hands with them to fight against the sea of demons, but they are also wary of you.
After all, the blood feud between you and the Holy Temple has long been irreconcilable, and you have even developed rifts with other forces because of the matter of the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword.
They are afraid that you will be blinded by hatred and side with the sea of demons.
Once you really make such a choice, the situation will be reversed instantly and will be extremely disadvantageous to your side.
In their eyes, you now have only two choices: either become their ally and fight together against foreign enemies wholeheartedly, or be completely eradicated to prevent future troubles."
Ling Xiao's eyes were firm and sharp, like a sword drawn from its sheath, and he slowly looked around at everyone.
His eyes swept across the faces of every strong man, taking in their expressions of scrutiny, suspicion, or expectation.
A fearless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and in that smile there was a bit of heroism and determination, as if nothing in the world could shake his belief.
"If a demon dares to attack us, we must strike it head-on!" Ling Xiao's voice was clear and loud, echoing in the hall, like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart.
He held his head high and his chest puffed out, his posture as straight as a pine tree, and he exuded a majestic aura, as if he was a towering mountain, unshakable.
“As the Tyrant Emperor of Tyrant Empire, I now shoulder the responsibility of being the Lord of Tyrant City.
The Tyrant Empire is vast and has a large population. The Tyrant City is an even more prosperous place where thousands of creatures live and work in peace and contentment.
If the sea of demons succeeds, this world will be plunged into everlasting disaster, with countless lives lost and misery everywhere. How can I just sit back and watch?
It is my unshirkable responsibility to protect this land and the peace of the people! "
His words were powerful, and every word was filled with lofty sentiments and ambitions, as if carrying endless power, which moved everyone.
However, when he said this, he suddenly paused, his eyes slightly focused, and his tone changed: "But..."
This word "but" was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing a thousand waves in the hall.
Everyone's eyes were focused on him, and the already depressing atmosphere became even more tense, as if it was a taut string that could break at any time.
Sikong Xuan's eyes fixed, like a flash of cold lightning, staring closely at Ling Xiao, and asked, "But what? If you have something to say, just say it directly. Don't keep us in suspense at this critical moment!"
His voice was as cold as ice, carrying an unquestionable majesty, as if he would take action immediately if Ling Xiao did not give a reasonable explanation.
Ling Xiao's originally resolute face instantly became solemn, and his originally bright eyes were now as deep as a pool, revealing endless worry and vigilance.
His brows were tightly furrowed, forming a deep furrow, as if he was carrying a heavy burden.
He lowered his head slightly and was silent for a moment, as if he was organizing his words. Then he slowly raised his head and looked straight at Sikong Xuan. His voice was low and powerful, echoing in the hall like thunder: "I don't trust some people!"
The voice was filled with dissatisfaction and doubt, which instantly brought the atmosphere in the hall to freezing point.
"Who don't you trust?" Sikong Xuan frowned slightly, like two small hills rising on his forehead, and a hint of doubt and displeasure flashed in his eyes.
He stood tall and straight, holding the shiny black spear tightly in his hand. The spear exuded a cold chill, as if a battle would break out at any time because of Ling Xiao's answer.
Ling Xiao shook his head slowly, each time with determination and resolve.
He swept his eyes over the people in the hall and said word by word: "Senior Gun King, do you really not know? In the past, you agreed to fight against the sea of demons together. What a lofty ambition, what a common hatred of the enemy!
But in the end? The royal family took it all on their own!"
His voice suddenly rose, with a hint of indignation, "It was an extremely brutal battle. The demons from the Demon Sea came in like a tide. The twelve top warriors of the royal family were all experienced and famous heroes."
