Chapter 13855: Fighting the One-Eyed Old Monster Again

Chapter 13855: Fighting the One-Eyed Old Monster Again

"In order to protect this land and fulfill their previous covenant, they rushed to the front without hesitation.

However, what they waited for was not the support of their allies, but a desperate situation of being isolated and helpless.

Twelve top warriors, just shed their blood on the battlefield, and no one was left with their bodies!"

Tears flashed in Ling Xiao's eyes, as if he saw the scene of a brutal battle.

He took a deep breath and continued, “From then on, the royal family declined and its former glory was no longer there.

Those forces that once bowed to the royal family have shown their ferocious fangs.

Especially the people in the temple, they treated the royal family as fish on the chopping board and treated them like dogs.

All kinds of exorbitant taxes and unreasonable demands were imposed on the royal family.

If the royal family disobeyed them, they would be suppressed and retaliated against.

I don’t want my Tyrant Empire to end up like this!”

As soon as these words were spoken, there was an uproar in the hall.

The originally quiet hall was like a boiling pot, with people whispering and talking among themselves.

Various complicated looks shuttled back and forth between Ling Xiao and the others, some showing shock, some showing anger, and some showing embarrassment that was difficult to conceal.

Sikong Xuan subconsciously looked at the red-robed chief priest, with a hint of exploration and questioning in his eyes.

The red-robed chief priest still sat upright like a pine tree, his posture as straight as a javelin, his expression as calm as the water in a deep pool, as if everything Ling Xiao said had nothing to do with him.

However, those slightly narrowed eyes were like two sharp rays of cold light, revealing his inner unrest.

The slightly trembling fingertips also revealed the turmoil in his heart at the moment.

The Feather King was dressed in a colorful feather robe, and the wings behind him fluttered gently, bringing up a slight breeze.

His face was as gloomy as the sky before a storm, and he asked coldly: "Are you going to bring up old scores?"

There was a hint of threat and dissatisfaction in the voice, as if if Ling Xiao continued speaking, it would trigger a fierce conflict.

The Water King wore a water-blue robe with wave patterns embroidered on it that seemed to rise and fall with his emotions.

His brows were furrowed, and there was a hint of hesitation and struggle in his eyes.

The master of Xuantian Temple held a whisk in his hand, and his immortal appearance now looked a little more solemn, and the whisk in his hand swayed gently unconsciously.

Qin Xianglan bit her lips tightly, her eyes full of complexity. She knew very well that although what Ling Xiao said was an old account, it was an eternal pain in the hearts of the royal family and a stain that everyone could hardly avoid.

Ling Xiao looked at everyone's reactions and sneered in his heart.

He smiled, with a hint of sarcasm and helplessness in his smile, and continued: "Everyone, I am a person who knows the big picture, and I also know what the pattern is!

I won't dwell on past mistakes, after all, they are history.

But I have to think about the future!"

His voice became passionate, as if he was announcing his determination to everyone.

"I don't want my Tyrant Empire to be bullied and humiliated if I die in battle!
The people of my Tyrant Empire are all kind and hardworking people. They should not endure such suffering.

The mighty Holy Temple cannot even accommodate a small Tyrant Empire. So many people from my empire were killed. This is a blood feud!
If it wasn't for fighting against the sea of ​​demons and for the peace of all people in this world, why would I, Ling Xiao, discuss this with you here?

But you must give me a guarantee, so that I can believe that you will not betray the covenant again at a critical moment, so that my Tyrant Empire will not repeat the mistakes of the royal family after the war!"

"What on earth do you want to say!" The one-eyed old monster's hoarse voice like a broken gong suddenly exploded in the hall, with undisguised anger and impatience.

His one eye was wide open, the white of the eye was bloodshot, as if burning with rage, and his already ferocious face was now even more distorted like that of a demon.

In an instant, the aura around the one-eyed old monster suddenly changed, and a pressure as vast as an abyss and deep as the sea swept towards Ling Xiao like a surging tide.

The pressure was as overwhelming as a tidal wave. Wherever it passed, the blue bricks on the ground made crackling sounds and instantly cracked. The shocking cracks spread rapidly like a winding poisonous snake.

The candlelight in the hall shook violently under the impact of this pressure and was almost extinguished, making the expressions on everyone's faces even more gloomy and uncertain.

Ling Xiao just stood there quietly, his posture straight as a pine tree, with a disdainful sneer on his face.

That sneer was like a sharp blade, stabbing straight at the one-eyed old monster.

He put his hands behind his back, his posture was elegant and calm, as if the terrifying pressure before him was just a breeze.

When the pressure approached him, his eyes became stern and he suddenly raised his hand and slapped out.

This palm strike seemed ordinary, but it contained endless mystery and power. The palm wind was whistling, like an awakened beast, rushing towards the pressure with unstoppable force.

Among the ten kings, the one-eyed old monster was ranked relatively low, only slightly stronger than Dugu Sheng, who had become a laughing stock in the eyes of everyone.

In Ling Xiao's eyes, such an opponent is nothing to be afraid of.

He thought to himself that unless the top three of the ten kings, King Qin, King Yu and King Water, took action, he, Ling Xiao, was not afraid.

The two forces suddenly met in the air, like two comets colliding violently, and a deafening roar erupted in an instant.

The sound seemed to overturn the dome of the hall, causing pain in everyone's eardrums. Many of the weaker ones could not help but cover their ears.

A powerful gust of wind raged in the hall, like a strong wind passing through, making everyone's clothes rustle.

The tables and chairs were overturned on the ground, and various decorations were scattered everywhere, making the scene a mess.

However, Ling Xiao was like a towering mountain. He did not retreat even a single step in the violent air waves, and his body was as steady as Mount Tai.

On the other hand, the chair that the one-eyed old monster was sitting on was instantly shattered by the impact of this force, and wood chips flew everywhere.

His whole body was shaken slightly by the recoil force, and a trace of unconcealable astonishment and anger flashed in his one eye.

The red-robed chief priest was furious when he saw his people suffering a loss. His red robe moved without wind and runes flickered like burning flames.

He quickly formed seals with his hands, and a cold and evil aura emanated from him, obviously intending to teach Ling Xiao a lesson.

At this critical moment, Sikong Xuan and Bai Qiuchi flashed and instantly appeared in front of the red-robed chief priest and stopped him.

Sikong Xuan held the spear horizontally in his hand, and the spear exuded a cold chill, isolating the attack of the red-robed palm priest; Bai Qiuchi gently waved his long sleeves, and a gentle force was like an invisible barrier, steadily blocking the red-robed palm priest.

The red-robed chief priest frowned, his brows furrowed, his eyes full of anger and unwillingness, and he said loudly: "You two, the loss of my temple is no less than that of the Tyrant Empire!
In that tragic battle with the Demon Sea, countless of our Holy Hall masters were killed or wounded, and their vitality was severely damaged. They have not recovered to this day."