Chapter 14501 The Gate of Holy Light

Chapter 14501 The Gate of Holy Light
The mysterious old man was so angry that his beard bristled. In the end, he shook his head helplessly and had to admit that Ling Xiao was right.

When facing a formidable enemy, you don't have to do everything yourself. It would be foolish not to use a powerful backer.

The man in black robes pondered for a long time before finally nodding slowly: "That makes sense. Ultimately, he has to walk his own path."

Ling Xiao's face immediately fell, and he sighed inwardly: This is a huge problem!

However, the man in black robes immediately changed the subject: "However, if the Holy Temple relies on its strength to bully the weak and oppress the small..."

Hope rekindled in Ling Xiao's eyes as he looked at her.

The man in black robes turned to the Lord of the Silent Realm: "Do you know the location of the Holy Temple's lair?"

The Lord of the Silent Realm hesitated for a moment, but still told the truth: "No one knows the location of the Silent Sanctuary, but the locations of the other three sanctuaries are known..."

The man in the black robe looked up at the sky and said, "Tell me!"

The Lord of the Silent Realm nodded, and then told the black-robed man the locations of the other three holy temples within the Silent Realm.

The man in black robes looked at Ling Xiao and brandished the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword in his hand: "Lend me this sword for now. If I fail to return..." He paused slightly, with a hint of solemnity that was barely perceptible, "then you'll have to rely on yourself."

After saying that, he turned around and was about to transform into a sword light and leave.

"Senior!" Ling Xiao hurriedly called out, "Is the Holy Temple... really that dangerous?"

The man in black robes paused slightly, turned his head and said, "I had contact with them in the past. This force is unfathomable, and its true strength far exceeds its outward appearance."

Ling Xiao was unwilling to accept this: "Even you... aren't confident?"

The man in black robes calmly said, "This body is merely an avatar, not even one-tenth the size of the original. Moreover, the Holy Temple is not an easy opponent."

A clone! Ling Xiao's heart tightened.

At this moment, the mysterious old man suddenly stepped forward, his gaze resolute: "I will go with you."

The man in black robes glanced at her and slowly shook his head: "No need."

The mysterious old man raised an eyebrow: "Why? Do you think I'm not strong enough?"

“That’s not what I meant.” The man in black robes had a deep gaze. “The danger facing the Holy Temple is beyond your imagination. This mission is fraught with peril, and there’s no need for us to sacrifice ourselves in vain.”

He looked at Ling Xiao one last time, his eyes filled with complex emotions, a mixture of unspoken concern and resolve: "Live well. You are the only hope for our Demonic Sect to return to its former glory. No one else will do..."

After speaking, he flicked his finger, and a wisp of condensed demonic energy entered Ling Xiao's brow.

Ling Xiao felt a jolt in his sea of ​​consciousness, and a profound mark appeared: "What is this?"

"I've sensed the location of one of the Demonic Sect's treasures; it's not far from here," the black-robed man said, quickening his pace. "If an opportunity arises, we'll retrieve it. Even without other help, finding the Demonic Sect's treasure will at least ensure our own safety!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stopped and transformed into a black beam of light that tore through the sky, shooting straight into the heavens!
Om-!
A tragic yet resolute sword cry resounded throughout the entire Realm of Annihilation, causing all things to tremble and all living beings to turn their heads in awe.

From the distant heavens, seemingly at the edge of the world, a roar imbued with supreme majesty rolled in, like the wrath of the very heavens:
"How dare you ants invade my sacred temple?! Die!"

Boom! ! !
The next moment, a terrifying energy surge, powerful enough to annihilate light, erupted from the horizon, instantly darkening the entire sky and transforming it into a pitch-black abyss that devoured everything!

The room was deathly silent; you could hear a pin drop.

After an unknown amount of time, amidst the despairing gazes of the crowd, a sword, trailing a dim light, slowly fell from the endless darkness.

It's the Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword!

At this moment, the sword was covered with a dense web of cracks, its spiritual light completely gone, as if it would shatter completely at any moment!
As the Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword, riddled with cracks and its spiritual light almost completely dissipated, slowly fell, Ling Xiao's breath caught in his throat, and his mind went blank for a moment.

The Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword... damaged to this extent?!

And what about the man in the black robe?

He suddenly looked up, his gaze piercing through the clouds and shooting straight to the heavens. There, at the highest point of the sky, stood a majestic gate of holy light, its doors over a hundred feet high, exuding an ancient and awe-inspiring aura.

Before the Gate of Holy Light, an old man in hemp robes stood with his hands behind his back, looking down indifferently. His gaze... landed precisely on Ling Xiao, cold and indifferent, like a god scrutinizing an ant.

Ling Xiao's heart skipped a beat. He forcibly suppressed his surging blood and withdrew his gaze. He opened his palm, and the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword fell into his hand with a mournful cry. Touching the spiderweb-like cracks on the sword, a chilling coldness rose from the depths of his heart.

This time, they've truly met their match! Even the black-robed man's backup plan has been thwarted; the Holy Temple's strength is unfathomable!
Just then, the old man in hemp robes standing in front of the Gate of Holy Light pointed his fingers like a sword and casually slashed in the direction where Ling Xiao was.

Tsk-!
As if a giant cloth had been torn apart, a deep spatial rift suddenly appeared, and a black light, condensed to the extreme, carrying an aura of destruction, struck down like a thunderbolt from the depths of hell!

"Watch out!" Exclamations arose from the crowd.

Beside Ling Xiao, the mysterious old man who had been on high alert moved! He swayed and appeared directly in front of the black light, his fist clenched, and he threw a punch without any fancy moves! His fist was filled with all the power he could muster at that moment!

boom! ! !
A deafening explosion rang out, and an energy storm swept in all directions. The mysterious old man was forcefully thrown back to his original position, his footsteps carving two deep furrows in the ground. And that terrifying black light finally shattered under his supreme punch, dissipating into nothingness.

At the Gate of Holy Light, the old man in hemp robes swept his cold eyes over the mysterious old man, a barely perceptible fluctuation flashing across his face. Then, his figure slowly faded and disappeared behind the Gate of Holy Light, as if he had never existed.

"Hmph!" The mysterious old man snorted coldly, not willing to be outdone. His figure soared into the sky again, transforming into a stream of light that shot straight into the clouds, his target being the gate of holy light!

The crowd below held their breath, staring intently at the sky.

However, the silence lasted only a moment.

boom!
A figure plummeted straight down from the sky at an even faster speed than before, crashing heavily onto the ground in front of Ling Xiao!

The earth trembled violently, smoke and dust billowed into the sky, and the violent shockwave forced everyone around to retreat dozens of feet again!
Ling Xiao steadied himself and hurriedly looked towards the center of the smoke and dust. The mysterious old man knelt on one knee, slowly stood up, and raised his hand to wipe away a stinging smear of bright red blood that had spilled from the corner of his mouth.

he got hurt!

Ling Xiao's pupils constricted sharply, and his heart sank to the bottom. Even the mysterious old man had suffered a loss?!

The mysterious old man looked up at the gate of holy light hanging high in the sky, and for the first time, his eyes showed an extremely solemn expression.

The Lord of the Silent Realm, the white-haired elder, the Gu Clan Chief, and others in the arena were all pale-faced and drenched in cold sweat. They knew the Holy Hall was strong, but they never imagined it would be this strong! Even these two unfathomable powerhouses had suffered repeated setbacks!
"Troublesome!" The mysterious old man returned to Ling Xiao's side, his voice low.