Chapter 13857: Intimidating the Strong

Chapter 13857: Intimidating the Strong

"Sigh~~"

At this moment, everyone gasped. The sound was like countless poisonous snakes spitting out their tongues at the same time, and it was particularly clear in the silent hall.

Everyone opened their eyes wide, their faces filled with shock and disbelief, as if they had seen the most incredible thing in the world.

Who could have thought that the Holy Lord actually died, and died at the hands of Ling Xiao?

This news was like a bolt from the blue, exploding in everyone's minds and making them unable to recover for a while.

"This...how is this possible? Is the Holy Lord really dead? And he died at the hands of Ling Xiao?" A young warrior's voice trembled, his legs trembling involuntarily, his eyes full of fear and confusion, as if he was in a terrible nightmare.

"Isn't this too outrageous? The Holy Lord is an all-knowing figure with unfathomable strength. How could Ling Xiao have done such a horrible thing!" An old man murmured to himself, his eyes full of confusion and puzzlement, as if he was trying to find a reasonable explanation, but to no avail.

"Could it be that Ling Xiao is hiding his strength? Although he appears to be powerful on a daily basis, he can't be this powerful!" Another warrior frowned and thought hard, his facial expression changing unpredictably, sometimes surprised, sometimes confused.

Everyone's gaze, as if drawn by an invisible yet powerful force, moved back and forth between Ling Xiao and the two lifeless corpses.

Their eyes were filled with shock, confusion and suspicion.

What was shocking was that the Great Saint Lord, a powerful man with a great reputation in the martial arts world and extraordinary strength, would die without any warning in this seemingly ordinary temple. The disappearance of life was too sudden and hard to accept.

The question is, what kind of complicated secrets are hidden behind this bizarre death?
What role does Ling Xiao, this mysterious young man in the eyes of everyone, play in this? Is he a key witness or an unknown planner?
The suspicion is, is there an intricate and difficult-to-break connection between Ling Xiao and this death incident?

And what unexpected actions will he take in the following period? Will he continue to remain silent, or take the initiative to uncover the mystery, or does he have other plans?

"Anyone want to test my strength?"

Ling Xiao's slightly hoarse voice seemed to come from the bottom of a deep, dark valley. It echoed faintly in this empty hall, yet it carried an unquestionable deterrent force.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a terrifying grin. In that smile, there seemed to be the weird and cruel aura peculiar to a demon that had crawled out from the depths of hell. Just one glance at it made everyone present feel a chill on their backs, with their hair standing on end.

At this moment, in the hearts of everyone in the hall, two completely different but equally strong emotions like liquor surged up like a surging tide - solemnity and fear.

What was solemn was that they woke up as if from a dream, and realized that they had completely underestimated this monster who looked young and immature but actually exuded an extremely terrifying aura.

The Holy Lord of Dazhen is a legendary figure who has been maneuvering for many years in the ever-changing stage of Jianghu. His powerful strength is like a towering and insurmountable mountain, and is deeply imprinted in the hearts of countless people.

However, now he died here so quietly.

Even if it was not done by Ling Xiao himself, there must be Ling Xiao's extremely powerful and unfathomable backers behind it.

With such terrifying backstage support, who would dare to touch this guy's beard and provoke him?

The terrifying thing is that everyone seemed to see their possible tragic fate in the future through the bloody scene before them.

If he were to become an enemy of Ling Xiao, he would probably fall down silently in a moment like those two cold corpses, without any power to resist, and his life would end there.

Suddenly, when everyone was caught off guard, most people were still immersed in speculation about Ling Xiao's identity and strength, and they had no time to change their thinking.

Ling Xiao moved.

His figure was as fast as a ghost, as if it had merged with the surrounding air. In the sight of everyone, he disappeared from the spot in an instant, leaving only a faint afterimage that was almost invisible and fleeting, as if he had never been there.

In the blink of an eye, the next moment, he appeared in front of the one-eyed old monster like a ghost.

The one-eyed old monster was a well-known and extremely ruthless character in the underworld. He would kill and rob people without blinking an eye, making people terrified.

But at this moment, because of the sudden death of the Holy Lord, the fear in his heart was like a flood that broke through the dam, flooding everywhere.

His eyes were filled with panic and anxiety; his usual fierceness and decisiveness had disappeared without a trace.

The body seemed to be controlled by an invisible force and trembled slightly involuntarily, like a dead leaf swaying in the wind.

He could never have imagined that Ling Xiao would suddenly attack him at this moment when the situation was still unclear and everyone was still suspicious of each other.

When Ling Xiao's bloodthirsty knife, wrapped in an extremely sharp murderous aura, attacked as swiftly as a black lightning, the one-eyed old monster instinctively and subconsciously raised the weapon in his hand that had been with him for many years and was stained with countless blood, trying to resist.

However, his resistance seemed so pale and powerless in the face of Ling Xiao's terrifying strength.

The extremely sharp blade of the bloodthirsty knife was like a real lightning, with an indestructible momentum. It easily penetrated his defense without any hindrance and slashed directly on the neck of the one-eyed old monster.

There was a dull and harsh sound of "puff", and blood spurted out from the wound like a fountain, drawing shocking arcs in the air.

Under the influence of this powerful force, the one-eyed old monster's head was instantly separated from his body and fell heavily to the ground like a rolling ball.

In his one eye, there was still a lingering trace of fear and unwillingness, as if expressing his disbelief at this sudden death.

The whole place was in deathly silence, so quiet that it seemed as if time had stood still at that moment, so quiet that even if a needle fell to the ground, the tiny sound could be clearly heard in this empty hall.

Everyone's mouth unconsciously opened slightly, enough to fit a goose egg, and their eyes were filled with disbelief.

No one had expected that Ling Xiao would be so bold and dare to take decisive action in such a delicate situation surrounded by many experts.

Moreover, with just one strike, he easily killed the one-eyed monster, one of the Ten Kings.