Chapter 13968 Coming for Me?
Chapter 13968 Coming for Me?
The light moved extremely fast, like a bolt of lightning streaking across the night sky, and instantly arrived above the Demon-Suppressing Disc.
Immediately afterwards, the long sword stabbed fiercely at the Demon-Suppressing Plate. The moment the tip of the sword collided with the Demon-Suppressing Plate, a dazzling light burst forth, as if the sun had exploded.
"Boom!"
The heavens and earth trembled violently, as if they were about to collapse.
The massive shockwave spread outwards from the point of impact, causing rocks to crumble and trees to fall wherever it went.
Countless cracks instantly appeared on the surface of the Demon-Suppressing Disc, spreading out like a spider web, and the light dimmed accordingly.
The once arrogant and domineering Demon-Suppressing Disc now resembled a wounded beast, emitting a low, humming sound.
Sikong Xuan's face turned deathly pale as he stared in horror at the scene, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He never expected that his prized Demon-Suppressing Disc would be so easily destroyed by the boy's attack.
He quickly formed hand seals and chanted incantations, attempting to recall the Demon-Suppressing Disc.
The Demon-Suppressing Disc transformed into a stream of light and returned to his hand, but at this moment, the Demon-Suppressing Disc had lost its former luster and become dull and lifeless.
The young man stared coldly at Sikong Xuan, his voice filled with murderous intent: "Surrender within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, or else, not a single chicken or dog will be spared!"
The voice was cold and resolute, like a judgment from hell, which made Sikong Xuan and the others shiver.
As soon as he finished speaking, several terrifying auras burst out from behind the boy and flew towards Sikong Xuan, Bai Qiuchi and the others.
Those auras were like a surging tide, carrying overwhelming power that made people feel suffocated.
Peak Cangyue Realm! They are all super strong individuals at the peak of the Cangyue Realm!
Each of these powerful individuals possessed earth-shattering strength, and their appearance instantly made the situation on the battlefield even more tense.
Just then, a deafening roar suddenly came from the rear of the Demon Suppression City: "Who dares to touch my Great Demon Suppression Dynasty!"
The sound was like a resounding bell, echoing between heaven and earth, silencing the entire battlefield.
Everyone turned to look, and saw a figure rushing towards them like lightning from behind the Demon Suppression City, stirring up a gust of wind wherever it passed.
As the earth-shattering roar exploded like thunder, a dazzling pillar of light suddenly shot into the sky from behind the Demon-Suppressing City.
The beam of light was incredibly thick, piercing straight into the sky, as if it were about to tear the heavens apart.
Within the pillar of light, the radiance was intense, so bright that it was blinding, and a mysterious and powerful force seemed to surge within it.
As the light subsided, an elderly man with white hair slowly emerged from the pillar of light.
He wore a simple gray robe, which fluttered in the wind, rustling as if carrying the vicissitudes of time.
The old man's hair was as white as snow, yet each strand stood upright, exuding an indomitable tenacity.
His face was resolute, and the years had etched deep wrinkles on it, but they could not conceal the sharp light in his eyes.
His aura was powerful, like a majestic mountain, steady and unshakable, and every step he took seemed to make the earth tremble.
It was none other than a legendary patriarch of the Holy Temple, who usually only existed in the legends of the martial arts world. His appearance today shocked everyone present.
The old man's eyes were like those of an eagle, sharp and deep, as if they could penetrate one's soul.
He slowly surveyed the battlefield, and wherever his gaze fell, everyone felt an invisible pressure, lowering their heads and not daring to meet his eyes.
Finally, his gaze settled steadily on Ling Xiao, as if there was something about Ling Xiao that attracted him.
Suddenly, his pupils contracted sharply, and his previously calm eyes were instantly filled with shock and greed.
He stared intently at Ling Xiao's abdomen, as if trying to see right through it.
Ling Xiao was wearing loose clothes today, but the old man seemed to see the secret hidden in them through the clothes.
"This feeling is so familiar. I never expected that sword would be on you!"
The old man's voice was deep and hoarse, yet carried an undeniable authority, as if he were announcing a shocking secret.
An incredibly powerful aura erupted from the old man like a surging tide, instantly engulfing Ling Xiao.
The aura was so powerful that it almost suffocated Ling Xiao.
The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.
Sensing this oppressive aura, Ling Xiao's expression changed slightly, and his relaxed demeanor instantly turned serious.
He had a bad feeling about this and couldn't help but mutter to himself, "I'm just a bystander, I just wanted to watch the show quietly on this battlefield, why is everyone coming after me!"
He clenched his fists tightly, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his body trembled slightly involuntarily.
At this moment, the sky seemed to have been splashed with ink by an invisible giant hand, turning it into a deep, dark color.
The leaden-gray clouds, like a heavy mountain, pressed down heavily on the city of Zhenyao, as if they were about to collapse and bury this ancient and mysterious town completely.
In the city square, tens of thousands of gazes, like arrows coated with poison, filled with complex emotions such as greed, jealousy, and desire, were all fixed on the young man named Ling Xiao.
Those gazes were like tangible blades, trying to pierce Ling Xiao's body and completely uncover the secrets hidden within him.
On the stone steps beside the field, there were several gilded chairs, one of which was occupied by an old man.
The old man was dressed in a plain-colored robe, his hair and beard were all white. He was stroking his beard, his brows were tightly furrowed, and his eyes revealed deep worry and contemplation.
Under the corridor, a group of sword-wielding cultivators stood with their hands on their swords, their bodies taut like arrows about to be released from a bow, their eyes scanning their surroundings warily, as if guarding against any danger that might appear at any moment.
Even the janitors responsible for sweeping in the corner couldn't suppress their curiosity. They secretly peeked out from behind the stone pillars, their eyes filled with excitement and nervousness.
The air was filled with the pungent smell of burning pine resin, which mixed with the sweat from people's tension, creating a pungent and oppressive odor that made it hard to breathe.
treasure?
Everyone present knew that Ling Xiao possessed the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, the sword of the Demon King who once ruled the entire Bai Ze Continent.
This sword carries countless legends and secrets, possesses earth-shattering power, and is a treasure coveted by countless people.
However, no one expected that the Holy Temple Ancestor, who was floating in the air at this moment, would openly tear off his mask for this treasure.
The ancestor was surrounded by a holy white light, which was like materialized threads, each strand of which transformed into a holy angel, dancing gracefully around his body.
His gaze as he looked down at Ling Xiao was like that of a hungry wolf eyeing a lamb, filled with greed and ferocity.
