Chapter 13938: The Hero Who Swallows Mountains and Rivers

"You evil sea dog thieves, we would rather die than surrender! You think we can bow down to evil people like you? No way!" A white-haired old man was so angry that his whole body was shaking. He raised the crutch in his hand tremblingly and stomped the ground hard, making a "dong dong" sound.

Although his voice was a little hoarse, it was full of determination and indomitable spirit.

"Destroy the sea of ​​demons!" Someone in the crowd took the lead in shouting this slogan, and instantly, the entire Demon-Suppressing City was in an uproar.

"Destroy the sea of ​​demons..."

"Destroy the sea of ​​demons..."

The roars that rose one after another resounded through the sky, and the sound was like a surging tide, one wave after another, shaking the snow on the mountaintop to fall.

The white snowflakes fluttered down, as if the sky was also infected by the anger of the people and shed these cold tears.

Above the Demon-Suppressing City, the old demon Sea was looking down from high above, overlooking the excited crowd, his face remained calm.

He stood there quietly, like a cold statue, deaf to the anger and shouting of the crowd.

His eyes revealed a kind of condescending arrogance and disdain, as if in his eyes, these people's resistance was nothing more than the struggle of ants and was not worth mentioning at all.

At this moment, Sikong Xuan suddenly soared into the air, his figure agile and light, like an eagle spreading its wings and flying high.

He stood on top of the clouds, ten feet away from the old man, his eyes revealing a firmness and determination.

The old man looked at Sikong Xuan, his lips slightly raised, revealing a mocking smile, and said: "Sir Gun King, what do you think?" His voice was cold and piercing, as if it was the voice of a ghost coming from the depths of hell.

Sikong Xuan said calmly: "What do you think?" His voice was calm and steady, without any fear or retreat.

His eyes were fixed on the old man, as if he wanted to see through his heart.

The old man nodded slightly and said, "My Lord said that they can either wield swords to kill or lower their eyes to show mercy. It's a pity that you chose the former." There was a hint of regret in his voice, but more of it was threats and intimidation.

After saying this, he turned around, flicked his sleeves, and disappeared into the sky as a stream of light. The stream of light was like a shooting star, crossing the sky in an instant, leaving only a faint trace.

In the air, Sikong Xuan looked at the direction the old man left with an unpredictable expression.

His brows were slightly furrowed, and his eyes revealed a look of contemplation and worry.

Surrender? How could they surrender? Today, the Dazhen Dynasty is controlled by the Feather Clan, Xuantian Temple, Qin Family, the Imperial Family, and the Water Clan. Each of these forces is deeply rooted and has been operating in this land for countless years, possessing a huge force and profound heritage.

Surrender means giving up power, resources, and even dignity.

Power is what they have worked so hard for many years, how can they give it up so easily? Resources are the foundation of their survival and development. Without resources, how can they survive in this chaotic world?

Dignity is their last bottom line as a human being. If they give up even dignity, what is the difference between them and the walking dead? Who can accept such humiliation? No one will accept it.

What's more, demons are bloodthirsty and even fools wouldn't believe in any bullshit about mercy.

In the eyes of the sea of ​​demons, humans are nothing more than food in their mouths, objects for them to play with at will. If they really surrender, humans will only be treated like beasts, slaughtered and trampled at will. This war has long been on the verge of being launched.

After a long while, Sikong Xuan slowly turned around and left. His figure seemed a little lonely in the afterglow of the setting sun, but also revealed a kind of resolute determination.

Every step was taken steadily and powerfully, as if carrying the responsibility and mission for the entire Dazhen Dynasty.

He walked away, leaving behind the still excited crowd. The roars and curses that rose and fell were like surging waves, one after another, as if they were going to overturn the world.

In the distance, outside the main hall, Ling Xiao and the others looked quietly at the bustling crowd at the foot of the mountain with complicated expressions.

Some of the people at the foot of the mountain had red faces, waving their arms and shouting at the top of their lungs; some gnashed their teeth, their eyes full of anger and hatred, as if they wanted to eat the old man from the Demon Sea alive.

That scene made people both excited and worried.

Someone nearby lowered his voice and said with a hint of sarcasm: "These people seem like heroes who 'swallow mountains and rivers with their mouths.' Each of them shouts so loudly that it seems they can really scare away the sea of ​​demons." Although the voice was small, it was particularly clear in this slightly depressing atmosphere.

Some people even echoed, "There are always some people who think they can change the world just by talking. They are such a bunch of idiots. They don't even look at their own weight. If a real fight comes, I guess they will run away faster than anyone else." The tone was full of disdain and contempt.

When Ling Xiao heard these words, the corners of his mouth slightly raised in a sneer.

He looked at everyone with a sharp gaze and said slowly:
"If you don't even have the courage to curse the enemy, then you are completely finished. To fight against the enemy knowing that you cannot win is the real greatness, which is a hundred times better than those who rush to surrender to the enemy and find a way out for themselves. Those who are greedy for life and afraid of death and sell out their country for glory are the real cowards and are not worthy of being human."

His voice was low and powerful, as if carrying an invisible majesty that shocked everyone.

Everyone was silent, and they were all a little afraid of Ling Xiao.

After all, Ling Xiao killed the Red Robe Priest in front of so many people, and the scene is still vivid in people's minds. He was decisive and ruthless, his strength was so strong that it made people tremble with fear, and he didn't give face to anyone. Who wouldn't be afraid of such a strong man?

For a moment, there was silence outside the hall, with only the faint sound of noise from the bottom of the mountain.

Liu Heng turned to look at Ling Xiao, with a hint of expectation and worry in his eyes, and asked: "Brother Ling, what are your plans next?" His brows were slightly frowned, obviously full of worries about the future situation.

Ling Xiao gazed at the rolling clouds in the distance. The clouds were like surging waves, unpredictable.

His eyes were deep and firm, and he said in a deep voice: "Fight!" It was a simple word, but it seemed to carry a thousand pounds of power, making everyone's heart tremble.

Those who surrendered might still have a choice, because they would rather be lackeys of the Demon Sea and live in disgrace. But Ling Xiao's character does not allow him to do that. He has unyielding blood and a proud spirit that would rather die than surrender.

He knew very well that this battle might come at a heavy price and he might lose a lot, but he had no choice.

However, he had to think carefully about how to fight. The strength of the Demon Sea was unfathomable, and the appearance of the old man in black was just the beginning.

He cannot charge blindly, he must make a comprehensive plan. At the very least, he must preserve the Tyrant Empire, which is his foundation and the place he must protect. (End of this chapter)