Chapter 13912 Demon List No. 9

Chapter 13912 Demon List No.

A faint golden light lingered around the young man. The light was soft and warm, yet it also revealed a sense of majesty. It was the protective energy formed through long-term practice, like a layer of invisible armor that protected him.

"This is Xiong Zhengdao, ninth on the Demon List, and the commander of the Seventh Prince's Guards." Shangguan Yue had not finished speaking when she strode forward and knelt on one knee in front of Xiong Zhengdao. Her movements were quick and decisive, without the slightest hesitation, and her voice was sonorous and powerful: "This humble general greets Lord Shangguan!"

She raised her head slightly, her eyes full of awe and loyalty.

Xiong Zhengdao nodded slightly and motioned for her to stand up.

When he stood up, the spear at his waist collided with his armor, making a clear sound like a dragon's roar. The sound was crisp and loud, as if it could penetrate a person's soul.

An invisible pressure spread out with him as the center. The surrounding soldiers seemed to feel the pressure and straightened their backs unconsciously, their eyes filled with awe and worship. The atmosphere of the entire training ground instantly became solemn and dignified.

The corners of Shangguan Yue's mouth rose slightly, and that smile was like a flower blooming in spring, bright and moving.

She slightly turned sideways, raised her hand, and introduced enthusiastically: "Commander Xiong, this is Brother Ling. Brother Ling is very skilled. You two may want to spar with each other, so that we can broaden our horizons."

After saying that, her gaze moved between Ling Xiao and Xiong Zhengdao, her eyes full of anticipation.

Xiong Zhengdao's eyes were as sharp as torches, like two sharp swords, looking straight at Ling Xiao.

There was a fearless fighting spirit and confidence in his eyes, as if any opponent was nothing in front of him.

He slowly raised his right hand and made a gesture of invitation, his voice firm and steady, as loud as a bell: "Please teach me!"

There was an unquestionable majesty in that voice that moved people.

Ling Xiao and Xiong Zhengdao took steps at the same time, stepping onto the arena one step at a time.

The moment they stepped onto the arena, the soldiers around them seemed to have received some kind of instruction and simultaneously lit up the magic weapons in their hands.

In an instant, dark blue runes spread rapidly from the ground like nimble snakes, forming a huge barrier that tightly enveloped the two of them.

Above the barrier, runes flickered, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, constantly changing their formations, as if cheering for the upcoming fierce competition.

Xiong Zhengdao gripped the spear tightly with both hands and suddenly shouted loudly, and the spear instantly burst into a dazzling golden light.

The light was as hot as the sun, illuminating the entire arena.

The tip of the gun pointed directly at Ling Xiao's brow, like a golden lightning, whistling towards him with a fierce momentum.

The red tassel on the spear head moved without wind, like a burning flame, dancing in the wind, as if telling of the countless blood it had drunk, exuding a chilling aura.

Ling Xiao was not willing to be outdone. His eyes flashed, and the bloodthirsty knife in his hand, carrying a sharp blade energy, broke through the air.

The ancient holy patterns engraved on the blade flashed with cold light, as if a mysterious power from ancient times was surging.

Wherever it passed, the air made a sizzling sound, as if it was being cut by the sharp blade.

"Bang!" The sound of metal clashing was like thunder, hurting people's eardrums.

The sound seemed to be able to penetrate people's souls and make the entire training ground tremble.

A powerful gust of air spread wildly around the two people, as unstoppable as a surging tide.

The hair of the soldiers below the stage was blown back by the air wave, like black flags fluttering in the wind.

Ling Xiao's figure flashed like a ghost and instantly teleported to the left side of Xiong Zhengdao.

His figure was as fast as lightning, making it almost impossible to see his movements.

The bloodthirsty knife in his hand drew a half silver moon, and the knife's moves were tricky and strange, going straight for Xiong Zhengdao's vital point under his ribs.

The knife flashed like a meteor in the night sky, carrying a deadly threat.

Xiong Zhengdao did not dodge or evade, and there was a determination in his eyes.

He exerted force with both hands and swept the spear out.

The gunshots whistled, and wherever they passed, the ground cracked into spider-web-like patterns and gravel flew everywhere.

The gravel flew around like bullets, hitting the barrier with a "bang bang" sound.

The moment the two forces collided, the entire training ground shook violently, as if a small earthquake had occurred.

The palace wall in the distance was shedding dust and tiles were falling to the ground with a crackling sound, as if it was the background music of this fierce battle.

Xiong Zhengdao's eyes suddenly focused, and his hands abruptly loosened the spear he had been holding tightly, and the spear fell to the ground with a clang.

He quickly formed seals with his hands; his movements were skillful and smooth, as if he had practiced them thousands of times.

He was muttering to himself, and the low and mysterious incantation filled the air like an echo from ancient times.

In an instant, the originally clear sky seemed to be stirred by an invisible giant hand. Dark clouds gathered quickly like a surging tide, instantly shrouding the entire arena in darkness.

Then, lightning flashed through the dark clouds like silver snakes, and thunder roared as if the gods were roaring in anger.

The next second, countless gun shadows emerged strangely from the void and shot towards Ling Xiao madly like a rainstorm.

These gun shadows were glowing with a dark light, as if they were demonic soldiers summoned from hell. Wherever they passed, the air was torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound that made people shudder.

Ling Xiao was not afraid at all, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, shouted loudly, and the bloodthirsty knife in his hand instantly turned into a sword and shield.

The sword and shield were impenetrable, like a solid city wall, protecting Ling Xiao tightly inside.

He crashed into the forest of guns, and the sword energy and gun light instantly entangled with each other.

The sword energy was as sharp as the wind, and the spear energy was as sharp as an arrow. The two collided and tore each other, bursting out a series of dazzling sparks.

The sparks were like bright stars, flickering in the darkness, but they also carried deadly danger.

The sound of "bang bang bang" explosions was endless, as if it was an intense fireworks show, but full of blood and killing.

Ling Xiao's clothes were rustling in the wind, like a black flag flying wildly in the strong wind.

His messy hair stuck to his face, blocking his vision, but his eyes were firm and there was no wavering at all.

The knife in his hand was swung faster and faster, and each swing was accompanied by a sound of breaking through the air, as if to cut off all the endless gun shadows.

Ling Xiao lightly tapped the ground with his right foot, and the whole person rose up from the ground like an arrow.

His body drew a graceful arc in the air, and the bloodthirsty knife in his hand was raised high. A dazzling knife light instantly cut the spear.

The knife light was as fast as lightning and carried an overwhelming force.

"Boom!" The surrounding space shook violently, as if it was torn apart by a powerful force.

The shadow clones of the Heavenly Demon rushed towards Xiong Zhengdao like a rainstorm. These clones were erratic and moved at extremely fast speeds, making them difficult to predict.