Chapter 14052 Pure Three-Surname Slave
Chapter 14052 A Pure Traitor
Ling Xiao felt extremely strained, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his body trembled slightly, but he gritted his teeth and refused to give up, continuing to fight stubbornly against this mysterious force.
Ling Xiao clenched his teeth so tightly they were almost crushed. The energy within his body surged wildly like a raging river, the immense power crashing through his meridians. Each flow brought a sharp pain, but he paid no heed.
The silver light emanating from his body grew increasingly dazzling, as if it were illuminating the entire dark void. The light contained a mysterious and powerful force that made people afraid to look directly at it.
His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, which rolled down like beads from a broken string, soaking his clothes.
His face turned as pale as paper, devoid of any color, and his body trembled slightly, as if a gentle breeze could knock him over.
However, his gaze remained firm and unwavering, without the slightest thought of giving up.
With his full effort, the power of the spatial laws gradually gained the upper hand, like a surging tide.
That invisible force began to roam freely within the formation, reorganizing the spatial structure within it.
The once stable space began to twist and deform, like a piece of crumpled fabric.
The runes on the light screen seemed to be greatly disturbed, and began to flicker erratically, sometimes as bright as stars, and sometimes as dim as fireflies.
As the space continued to change, the light curtain seemed to be cut apart layer by layer by countless invisible sharp blades.
The pale blue light gradually dissipated, and eventually, the light screen completely disappeared, as if it had never existed.
Just as everyone was freed from that terrifying time confinement and hadn't even had a chance to catch their breath and relax their tense nerves, the figure of the white-robed man suddenly appeared in front of Ling Xiao like a ghost.
He stood tall and straight, his white robes fluttering in the air, like a judge from the heavens.
He stared intently at Ling Xiao, his eyes filled with intense killing intent, as if he could tear Ling Xiao to pieces.
"Saint Rune Master!"
No wonder you were able to break my formation!
His voice was low and angry, filled with resentment and bitterness.
He had meticulously set up the time-binding array, which had consumed a great deal of his time and energy. He originally thought it would trap everyone inside, but Ling Xiao had easily broken through it. How could he swallow this insult?
Ling Xiao remained calm and composed, showing no fear or panic whatsoever.
He looked directly into the white-robed man's eyes, his voice firm and steady, neither humble nor arrogant, and said, "Your Excellency, I had no intention of being your enemy, but your Holy Temple has been my enemy at every turn, sending people to hunt me down time and time again, trying to kill me. I have no choice but to do so."
Moreover, I also desire the primordial energy within you; it is of paramount importance to me.
His tone carried a hint of helplessness, but more so a sense of determination and resolve.
Upon hearing Ling Xiao's words, the man in white couldn't help but sneer, "You want to obtain my source energy?"
In my eyes, you are all ants trying to steal the power of the Sanctuary!
You are not worthy of such power, nor are you worthy of knowing the secrets of the Sanctuary.
Today, no one will leave this place alive. You will all pay the price for your actions!
Before he finished speaking, his aura suddenly surged, like a volcano about to erupt, releasing terrifying power.
Behind him, a huge white angel slowly emerged.
The angel was tall, several feet high, with a pair of huge wings spread out behind it. The feathers on the wings were as white as snow and emitted a soft and holy light.
The runes on the angel's body shimmered with dazzling light, as brilliant as the stars in the night sky.
The angel exuded a powerful aura, as if a terrifying god had descended to earth, illuminating the entire void.
The surrounding air was compressed by this oppressive force, causing it to crack and pop. Cracks appeared in the void, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.
The man in white stood proudly with his hands behind his back in the vast void, surrounded by surging clouds, as if countless mysterious forces were flowing within them.
His robes moved without wind, fluttering and rustling like a battle flag waving in a gale, showcasing his extraordinary aura and majesty.
His unfathomable eyes, like two deep, cold pools, were fixed on Ling Xiao across the rolling sea of clouds, as if trying to see through Ling Xiao's very soul.
A slight, icy smile tugged at the corner of his lips, a smile full of mockery and disdain. He coldly said, "Ling Xiao, do you really dare to come to this deadly predicament?"
That little devil's promise is more important than your life?
Are you out of your mind, thinking you can escape unscathed from all this crisis?
Ling Xiao grinned, a smile that carried a hint of cynicism, as if the current situation was nothing more than an amusing farce to him.
But behind that relaxed smile lies an unwavering determination, an absolute confidence in one's own strength and beliefs.
"Sir, please don't misunderstand."
I have no ill intentions towards you whatsoever.
My purpose in coming here is simply to gain some benefit.
After all, in this dog-eat-dog world, if you don't find a way out for yourself, aren't you just at the mercy of others?
He spread his hands, looking completely at ease.
But his tone suddenly turned sharp, like cold iron rubbing against each other, producing a harsh and icy sound: "But I never expected that you would have tripped me up in the dark all along!"
I just don't understand how someone as dignified as you would resort to such despicable means.
Is the allure of that broken sword so great that even someone of your status couldn't resist and was willing to risk everything to snatch it?
"Do you really have no sense of morality or principles whatsoever, aside from that so-called treasure?"
The white-clad man's voice was flat and emotionless, as if Ling Xiao's questioning was nothing more than a gentle breeze across a lake, failing to stir the slightest ripple in his heart. He continued in that flat tone, "Not very tempting."
Then why don't you offer it to me with both hands?
Why waste time on empty words?
If you were truly as noble as you claim, why would you risk your life for this sword?
Ling Xiao was slightly taken aback, then a mocking smile appeared on his lips as he said, "I would like to offer it up, but the problem is that the little devil has it now. You can just ask him for it."
"I'm not its custodian, why make things difficult for me?"
He paused slightly, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes, and then said, "That guy is a complete traitor, he'll follow whoever is stronger, he has no principles at all."
He would betray anyone without hesitation for personal gain.
I wish I could smash that thing to pieces and feed it to the dogs, so it would stop causing harm to people.
Ling Xiao was speaking frankly, venting his dissatisfaction and resentment as if he wanted to pour out all the grievances he had suffered during this period.
However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred.
The Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, which had been quietly floating beside the young Demon King, suddenly trembled violently, as if awakened by an invisible force or as if it had sensed some kind of summons.
