Chapter 14453 If she doesn't come, Ling Xiao will surely die.

Chapter 14453 If she doesn't come, Ling Xiao will surely die.

The demonic flames were on the verge of collapse, with only the primordial spirit barely managing to hold on.

He looked up, staring incredulously at Ling Xiao as he slowly withdrew his fist, his eyes filled with fear and confusion.

His voice was distorted by extreme horror, becoming hoarse and shrill: "What...what kind of fist technique is this?!"

The voice was filled with fear of the unknown forces and despair at its own failure.

Ling Xiao stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his hands behind his back. His white robes fluttered gently in the surging waves, making him look like a celestial being descended to earth.

His expression was calm, his gaze deep, as if the earth-shattering battle that had just taken place had not stirred the slightest ripple in his heart.

Hearing Mo Yan's question, he raised an eyebrow slightly and said calmly, "It's my own creation, the Evil Dragon Breaking Boundary Fist."

The voice was clear and indifferent, as if it were telling a very ordinary story.

"Create it yourself? Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Demon Flame appeared to be insane, his already pale face, already bruised from his injuries, now looking even more ferocious.

His eyes widened, bloodshot, as if he wanted to see right through Ling Xiao.

He roared hoarsely, "Such domineering fist intent has touched the edge of the laws!"

He continued to roar, "That's a realm that countless powerful individuals struggle to even glimpse in their entire lives. How could you, a mere waste of the Cangyue Realm, possibly create such a divine ability?!"

His voice became sharp and shrill with excitement, echoing in the air with a sense of resentment and despair.

Ling Xiao glanced at him expressionlessly, his eyes filled with undisguised contempt, as if he were looking at a clown.

He slightly raised his chin and said arrogantly, "I have extraordinary talent and exceptional comprehension, is that not allowed?"

He continued, "Nothing in this world is absolute."

He continued, "Just because others can't do it doesn't mean I, Ling Xiao, can't."

His words revealed an absolute confidence in his own strength and a disdain for any doubts he might have about Demon Flame.

"Ling Xiao! Don't be so smug!"

The demonic flame's primordial spirit fluctuated violently due to excitement, like a candle flame flickering in a storm, which could be extinguished at any moment.

He exuded a venomous aura, so real that it sent chills down one's spine.

"Our Holy Flame Sect will never let you get away with this!"

He continued, "Once the sect leader emerges from seclusion, he will definitely..."

Before he could finish speaking, it was as if an invisible force had choked him.

call out!
A streak of dark light flashed without warning, faster than thought could process, as if it had traveled from another dimension.

The light was like a shooting star in the night sky, carrying an aura of destruction that left no time for anyone to react.

It was a small sword formed from martial spirit, its entire body as black as ink, with a strange aura of soul destruction swirling around its blade.

The aura was like a chilling wind from hell, making one's soul tremble.

God-Slaying Sword!
This sword is Ling Xiao's trump card, containing the essence of his life's martial arts and his endless killing intent towards his enemies.

The dark light pierced the space between the eyebrows of the demonic flame spirit with perfect precision, as easily as a sharp blade piercing tofu, without the slightest resistance.

The demonic flame's primordial spirit instantly froze, and the originally violently fluctuating light dimmed instantly, as if all its vitality had been drained away.

His eyes were filled with fear and resentment, and his mouth was slightly open, but he could no longer make a sound.

Then, his primordial spirit, like a burst bubble, slowly dissipated into the air, leaving only a faint resentment that lingered for a long time.

The demonic flame's desperate roar came to an abrupt halt, as if an invisible hand had gripped its throat.

His spirit trembled violently, like a flickering candle in a storm. His expression froze in extreme terror and resentment, and his wide eyes were filled with fear of death and defiance against fate.

His figure grew fainter and more ethereal, like a painting soaked in water, its colors gradually blurring.

The once clear outline of the body has now become indistinct, as if it might disappear into this world at any moment.

In the blink of an eye, he vanished without a trace, like wisps of smoke scattered by the wind, leaving not even a lingering shadow, as if he had never existed in this world.

Ling Xiao remained calm as he slowly raised his hand. The God-Slaying Sword, which had just annihilated the Demon Flame Primordial Spirit, obediently flew back into his palm like a docile pet, then disappeared, leaving only a faint, chilling aura.

He turned to look at the Heavenly Abyss Saint Lord, who had been watching coldly from the sidelines, standing as immovable as a towering mountain.

The hoarse voice of the Heavenly Abyss Saint Lord rang out again, as if it were an echo from ancient times, carrying a hint of indescribable emotion: "He died... with considerable resentment."

He continued, "With his talent and potential, he should have shone even brighter in this world, but unexpectedly he was defeated so easily."

Ling Xiao smiled, a smile tinged with amusement and disdain, as if watching a childish farce: "Are all the outstanding young people of your Silent Realm so... simple-minded?"

He continued, "A person who possesses brute strength but does not know how to use wisdom will find it difficult to achieve great things, no matter how talented they are."

The Heavenly Abyss Saint Lord shook his head, a complex expression flashing in his deep eyes, just as he was about to respond to Ling Xiao's mockery.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, his previously calm expression instantly turned serious, and he abruptly turned his head to look at a certain point in the void.

The space in front of him rippled as if gently stirred by an invisible hand, and a blurry communication talisman appeared out of thin air.

The talisman flickered with a faint light, like a candle flickering in the wind, before burning silently and turning into a wisp of smoke that rose gently into the air.

At the same time, a hurried yet respectful voice rang out in his mind, carrying a hint of excitement and tension: "Holy Lord, we've found it!"

The voice continued, "Her location has been locked!"

The voice continued, "After much searching and tracking, we have finally discovered 'her' traces in a secluded place. Please instruct us on the next steps, Holy Lord."

The aura surrounding the Heavenly Abyss Saint Lord suddenly solidified, like a volcano about to erupt, suppressing endless rage and majesty.

The space, which was originally as calm as still water, began to ripple under the vibration of his aura.

He remained silent for several breaths, each breath feeling as long as an eternity, the surrounding air seeming to freeze in the tension.

Finally, he spoke slowly, his voice icy and chilling, as if a cold wind came from the deepest hell, sending shivers down one's spine: "Send the order to have her come here immediately."

He continued, "Tell her... if she dares not to come, Ling Xiao will surely die today!"

Her words carried an undeniable resolve and threat, as if if "she" dared to disobey the order, Ling Xiao would be instantly killed.