Chapter 14500 was not malicious.

Chapter 14500 was not malicious.
"You did very well." The man in black robes spoke gently, with a hint of approval.

The Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword instantly transformed into a nimble sword light, circling affectionately around him, unwilling to leave for a long time.

The man in black robes turned his gaze back to Ling Xiao, about to speak. Yun Mo, not far away, couldn't contain himself and hurriedly interjected, "Ancestor!"

The man turned his head, his gaze returning to its usual calm: "What is it?"

Yunmo took a deep breath, pointed at Lingxiao, and said in a deep voice, "Grandmaster, please be wise! This boy, Lingxiao, is a mortal enemy of our Demon Heaven Sect! We beg the Grandmaster to take action and eliminate this scourge for us!"

"A mortal enemy?" The man in black narrowed his eyes, pointing at Ling Xiao. "You mean...him?"

Yunmo bowed deeply: "That's right!"

The man in black robes stared at him, his voice revealing neither joy nor anger: "You went to great lengths to summon me, just to... kill him?"

Yunmo's ominous premonition grew stronger, but since things had come to this, he could only grit his teeth and admit, "Yes! Please, Ancestor, make your move!"

"You...how dare you!"

The man in black robes suddenly roared, his voice as cold as ice!
Before she finished speaking, she seemingly casually threw a punch from a distance!
boom!
A tremendous force erupted instantly, distorting space! Yun Mo didn't even have a chance to react before his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the mountain wall a thousand feet away!

"puff--"

His physical body disintegrated under that punch, turning into a bloody mist, leaving only a dim and weak soul floating in the air. Even more terrifying, that soul was also dissipating at a visible speed!

This sudden scene stunned everyone!

Ling Xiao was completely dumbfounded, his mind a jumbled mess: What... what's going on here? Why are all these ancestors here today...?

In the air, the arrogant woman's remnant soul stared in disbelief, nearly collapsing: Why?! Why are all the ancestors we summoned siding with Ling Xiao?! What gives them the right?!

The one most unable to accept reality was Yunmo's fading soul. He stared at the black-robed man, his eyes filled with endless confusion and despair, and hissed, "Ancestor...Master...why...?"

The man in black robes had icy, emotionless eyes: "Whoever touches him dies."

After speaking, he lightly waved his sleeve, and an invisible force swept over, causing Yunmo's remaining soul to let out a short, mournful cry before being completely annihilated and dissipating into the world.

Both body and soul are destroyed!

In the air, the arrogant woman's remnant soul looked extremely pale, her heart filled with absurdity and despair!
The three major powers and the three founding masters who were entrusted with high hopes all stood on Ling Xiao's side without hesitation!
They weren't summoning their ancestors; they had clearly invited three Yama kings to claim their lives!

"Lingxiao!!!" The arrogant woman's remnant soul roared in despair, her voice shrill, "What kind of monster are you?! Who are you?!"

Below, Ling Xiao touched his nose, looking somewhat innocent, and muttered softly, "Actually... I also really want to know why..."

The arrogant woman was about to speak again when the black-robed man's cold gaze swept over her. He slightly opened his mouth and uttered two words:

"Noisy."

He pointed his fingers like a sword and made a light slash in the direction of the arrogant woman.

laugh--!
A tiny spatial rift flashed by, and the entire space where the arrogant woman was located, along with her remnant soul, vanished instantly as if erased by an eraser, leaving no trace whatsoever.

Completely fallen!

Not far away, the white-haired elder and others from the Divine Light Clan witnessed this scene. Their faces turned ashen, cold sweat poured down their backs, and their hearts were filled with boundless fear and apprehension.

The founder of the Demon Heaven Sect is actually protecting Ling Xiao! And their relationship is anything but ordinary!

What exactly is Ling Xiao's background? Why are all the founders of various sects intricately connected to him? This was true of the Immortal Sword Sect before, and now it's even more so…

After this battle, who would dare to face Ling Xiao again? Who would dare to easily "summon the Ancestor"? They probably just want to die faster than they already do!
After casually annihilating the arrogant woman, the man in black robes suddenly turned his gaze to the void on his right, which was the hiding place of the Lord of Annihilation.

The Lord of the Silent Realm felt a chill run down his spine, knowing he could no longer hide. He immediately revealed himself and bowed respectfully to the man in black robes: "This junior is the current Lord of the Realm Lord's Mansion. Greetings, senior. We are here with no ill intentions."

The man in black robes looked at her silently without saying a word, yet the invisible pressure made the Lord of the Silent Realm feel slightly breathless.

The Lord of the Silent Realm steadied himself and said in a deep voice, "Senior's supernatural powers are unparalleled, and although you have temporarily relieved Young Hero Ling's danger, the mastermind behind it all, the Holy Hall, still exists and is watching us with predatory eyes."

"The Sanctuary?" A cold glint flashed in the black-robed man's eyes. "Are they the ones stirring up trouble?"

The Lord of the Silent Realm was slightly surprised: "Senior knows about the Holy Hall?"

The man in black robes remained silent for a moment, then his gaze returned to Ling Xiao: "You didn't obtain that treasure?"

"A treasure?" Ling Xiao was taken aback and asked in confusion, "What kind of treasure are you referring to, senior?"

The man in black robes said, "Fine, it's fine if you don't want to talk about it. After all, the outcome of that thing is unpredictable."

Ling Xiao immediately understood that he was referring to the World-Destroying Demon Needle, and a bitter smile appeared on his face: "Senior actually knows about that thing."

Upon hearing this, the man in the black robe fell silent.

Taking advantage of the situation, Ling Xiao pressed on, "Senior, what exactly is this Holy Temple? Is it very powerful?"

The man in black robes spoke calmly, yet with an undeniable certainty: "You are not someone you can contend with right now."

Ling Xiao thought for a moment, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes: "Then... senior, could you please take action directly and uproot them completely?"

The man in the black robe fell silent again.

Ling Xiao's heart sank: "Can't I?"

The man in black robes shook his head slightly, looking at his somewhat illusory palm: "This body is nothing more than a wisp of an avatar left behind in the world."

Ling Xiao hurriedly asked, "Then where is your true form now?"

The man in black robes raised his head and looked up at the endless sky, a hint of etherealness flashing in his eyes: "In an extremely distant place... I can no longer clearly sense its location."

far away!

Ling Xiao's heart sank. Even his true form couldn't sense him, which meant that help was a distant prospect.

Seeing Ling Xiao's worried expression, the mysterious old man beside him suddenly spoke up: "Perhaps, it's time to let him face it himself."

The man in black robes looked at the mysterious old man. The mysterious old man smiled calmly: "Relying too much on external forces is not good for his growth. Young eagles must leave the nest to soar through the sky."

Upon hearing this, Ling Xiao became anxious and quickly said, "Old man! This isn't a matter of relying on them or not! The Holy Temple is too powerful; I simply can't handle it right now!"

The mysterious old man glanced at him, his tone leaving no room for argument: "If you rely on others to do everything for you, when will you ever be able to stand on your own?"

Ling Xiao was speechless: "Nonsense! Even if I have extraordinary talent, I still need to grow stronger first. You want me to confront the Holy Temple now? You might as well just kill me. You old bastard, if you're not going to help, fine, but don't talk nonsense."