Chapter 13932 Do you really think I have a good temper?

Chapter 13932 Do you really think I have a good temper?

Ye Tiannan's nerves, which were already extremely tense, suffered another heavy blow.

The red-robed chief priest, who was usually so majestic and arrogant, was now like a lamb to be slaughtered, being ruthlessly suppressed by Ling Xiao in an almost crushing manner.

Every time Ling Xiao attacked, he did so with overwhelming force. Under this powerful attack, the red-robed priest could only hold on and had no power to fight back.

Ye Tiannan looked at this scene and felt as if his heart was being cut by an extremely sharp knife, and every cut was heart-wrenching.

In Ye Tiannan's heart, the Red Robe Chief Priest is not just an ordinary character.

He was like another solid support for Ye Tiannan in the turbulent world. Whenever Ye Tiannan was in trouble and isolated, the red-robed chief priest would always lend a helping hand and give him support and protection.

At the same time, the Red Robe Chief Priest is also his like-minded collaborator. The two have planned countless major events together and worked hard for a common goal.

Therefore, in Ye Tiannan's understanding, the Red Robe Chief Priest must never encounter any accidents or die again.

However, the reality at this moment is so cruel.

The red-robed chief priest was so shaken by Ling Xiao's wanton trampling that it seemed as if a slight breeze could blow him down.

The originally upright figure now became hunched and disheveled, and every time he was hit by Ling Xiao, he would let out a painful groan.

This scene was like a bunch of sharp needles, piercing Ye Tiannan's heart. How could he feel happy?

The anger and unwillingness in my heart kept surging like a volcano about to erupt.

At this critical moment, Ye Tiannan obviously made up his mind and used his trump card.

He knew very well that once this move was made, there would be no turning back, but he could no longer care about that.

He had no idea how powerful Ling Xiao was, nor did he care whether he would die on this trip.

At this moment, there was only one unshakable thought in his mind, and that was to fight Ling Xiao to the death.

Even if he would pay the price of his life, even if he would be torn to pieces, he would avenge Ye Chen, vent his anger for the Red Robe Palm, and let Ling Xiao know that they were not soft persimmons that could be bullied.

Ye Tiannan's body was like an arrow shot from a bow or a cannonball fired from a gun, and he pounced towards Ling Xiao with a resolute momentum.

His eyes revealed a determination to face death head on, and every step he took was firm and powerful, as if he wanted to leave deep footprints on the ground.

He clenched his fists tightly, veins bulging on his fists, containing all his strength and anger, as if he wanted to defeat Ling Xiao in one fell swoop.

Ling Xiao noticed Ye Tiannan's attack, stopped, and looked straight at Ye Tiannan with eyes as cold as the stars in the cold night.

There was no trace of fear or pity in those eyes, only endless indifference and murderous intent.

He pressed down lightly with his right hand, as if he was just shooing away an annoying fly.

However, with this seemingly random pressure, a suffocating force instantly erupted.

This force was like a surging tide, forcibly stopping Ye Tiannan's attack that was as fierce as a tiger descending from a mountain.

Ye Tiannan only felt a huge resistance coming towards him, and his body seemed to be pressed down by an invisible mountain, unable to move forward at all.

Immediately afterwards, Ling Xiao punched out in the air with his left hand.

This punch may seem ordinary, but it contains the power to destroy the world.

There was a loud "boom" as if the sky was falling and the earth was splitting apart. The space around Ye Tiannan began to shake violently, as if it would collapse at any time.

Ye Tiannan only felt a surge of overwhelming force coming towards him. His body was like a fragile leaf. Under the impact of this force, he had no power to resist.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and the blood bloomed in the air like gorgeous fireworks, and then the whole person flew backwards like a meteor.

With a "bang", Ye Tiannan fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

His whole body seemed to be falling apart, every bone was aching, every inch of his skin was trembling, and he could no longer move at all.

He collapsed to the ground, the blood from the corners of his mouth winding into a dark red stream on the bluestone slabs. The blood flowed slowly, staining his torn clothes, as if telling of his tragic experience.

Ling Xiao was like a towering iceberg emitting endless coldness, his face was as dark as water, and the aura around him was so oppressive that it made people breathless.

He stood quietly, slowly raising his right hand. The movement seemed gentle and soothing, but it seemed to carry a mysterious power that could control the universe.

I saw that on his fingertips, the devil's will was flowing like a ghost, and the devil's will was flashing with strange light, as if there were countless demons howling and roaring in it. People would feel terrified just by looking at it, and their souls seemed to be swallowed by this devil's will.

Immediately afterwards, Ling Xiao suddenly pressed down his right hand, his movements were quick and decisive, without any hesitation.

In an instant, it seemed as if a terrifying force from the Nine Nether Hell gushed out from his fingertips.

There was a loud bang, as if the sky was falling and the earth was splitting apart, shaking the surrounding space slightly.

The ground where the red-robed chief priest was originally standing collapsed in an instant under the impact of this unimaginably powerful force.

Countless huge pieces of gravel flew out like arrows, shooting in all directions with a sharp whistling sound.

The red-robed chief priest felt an overwhelming pressure coming towards him, as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on him.

His face turned pale as paper in an instant, and he stepped back repeatedly. Every step he took left a deep footprint on the ground.

Blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto his torn clothes, staining them red.

His legs trembled constantly under this powerful pressure, as if they would be unable to support his body at any time.

Finally, he staggered and fell heavily to the ground again, his knees hitting the ground with a dull sound.

Bai Qiuchi stood aside, his expression as solemn as the sky before a storm.

He looked at the scene in front of him, his brows furrowed tightly, his heart full of worry.

He took a deep breath, looked at Ling Xiao, and said in a deep voice: "Is this enough forcing us? If we continue like this, I'm afraid we'll get into even bigger trouble."

Ling Xiao's gaze was as cold as the stars in the cold night, without the slightest ripple.

He glanced at Bai Qiuchi coldly, his voice was as if it came from an ice cellar, without any emotion: "You should say this to him. He bullies me repeatedly, does he really think I have a good temper? I tolerate him time and time again, but in return he gets even more aggressive. Today, I will let him know that I am not a soft persimmon that can be bullied by anyone."