Chapter 13167 Invitation from the Lord of the Palace

Although Ling Xiao knew something about the history of the Soul Clan, he had never really come into contact with this clan, and he had never expected that this seemingly weak and helpless girl beside him would have such an extraordinary identity.

Thinking of this, Ling Xiao's eyes fell on Xiao Lianzhu again, and a complex emotion surged in his heart. There was both curiosity and desire to explore the unknown, and a faint worry about the possible changes.

After all, the entanglement between the Soul Clan and the Demon Sect and the Holy Hall is far-reaching, and he himself is in this intricate vortex of the martial arts world, and every decision may affect the future direction.

However, no matter what, Ling Xiao understands that Xiao Lianzhu is his friend and someone he is willing to protect with his life.

No matter what her identity is, this will not change. He secretly made up his mind that no matter what challenges he faces in the future, he will stand by her side and face them with her.

"No matter what race she is, she is my Ling Xiao's relative." Ling Xiao's voice was full of unquestionable firmness. His tightly pursed lips trembled slightly, revealing a trace of struggle and determination in his heart, but in the end, they were all drowned by the deep affection.

His eyes were like the sun that penetrated the clouds, bright and warm, looking directly at the little girl in front of him. The bond of affection was quietly established between the two of them, unbreakable.

"Good boy, don't look at this matter with a secular perspective. You are indeed promising." The voice of the Demon Soul King was full of praise and relief. His smile was particularly dazzling in the dim space, as if it could illuminate all the haze.

He gently patted Ling Xiao's shoulder, which was a kind of recognition and encouragement from an elder to a younger generation.

"You go and do your work. I'll leave this little girl to me. In fact, she has the perfect blood for practicing soul arts, and she is the best candidate to inherit my legacy.

Although you are gifted in soul arts, far superior to others, even better than this girl, you know too many things, and you may not take my skills seriously. Many of my unique skills require people who are focused to understand their essence, and I guess you don't have the heart to learn them."

Ling Xiao heard this, and a warm current surged in his heart, and he agreed deeply. He knew that what the Demon Soul King said was true. Although he had achieved some success in martial arts, it was because he was too good in other aspects that he did not rely entirely on soul arts. Soul arts were only auxiliary after all.

Xiao Lianzhu was different. She could specialize in soul arts.

He looked at the little girl deeply, his eyes were full of tenderness and reluctance, but more of his expectations for her future.

"Yeah!" Ling Xiao nodded heavily, his voice was light, but with unquestionable determination. He turned around and walked out of the magic needle space with firm steps, each step showing his firmness and faith in the future.

He knew that he could not always immerse himself in his own emotional world. The road of martial arts was long and difficult. He had more challenges waiting for him to conquer and more responsibilities to bear.

The sun shone through the window lattice on Ling Xiao's departing back, coating him with a layer of golden light. In this world where martial arts is respected, Ling Xiao is writing his own legend in his own way.

And the little girl, under the guidance of the Demon Soul King, began her extraordinary soul journey. The fate of the two seemed to be tightly tied together at this moment, and they moved towards the peak of martial arts together.

The moment he left the cave, Ling Xiao suddenly frowned. The sunlight sprinkled at the entrance of the cave, stretching his figure long, forming a sharp contrast with the darkness inside the cave. His brows were tightly locked, as if he could catch a wisp of uneasy wind, which was an instinctive reaction to unknown threats.

Not far from him, stood a man in black armor. The black armor hardly reflected light in the sun, as if it could swallow all the light around it, making him look like a ghost walking out of the night, mysterious and majestic.

The man's figure was tall and straight, and under the black armor, the muscle lines were faintly visible, revealing extraordinary strength and well-trained aura. He stood there quietly, his eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, staring straight at Ling Xiao, which made people shudder.

Ling Xiao instantly entered the combat state. His figure moved slightly, and the aura around him began to condense. A faint blood-red light seeped out of his body. It was his unique bloodthirsty sword soul, which was automatically released at the moment of crisis, adding a bit of inviolable majesty to him.

His eyes became as sharp as an eagle, scanning the surroundings, looking for other possible threats.

"Don't be nervous, I'm from Fuzun Mansion, and I have something to talk to you about." The black-armored man's voice was low and magnetic, with a barely perceptible smile, breaking the tense atmosphere around him.

He took a step forward slowly, and the black armor made a slight friction sound, which was particularly clear in the quiet environment.

"Fu Zun Mansion..." Ling Xiao repeated in a low voice, and the word stirred up layers of ripples in his heart.

He realized that the other party had a close connection with his good brother Long Chen. The trust and respect for Long Chen made him unconsciously relax his tense nerves, but his years of martial arts career made him develop a habit of caution, and his vigilance did not decrease at all.

He looked at the black-armored man from Fu Zun Mansion with a sharp gaze, trying to find more information from his words and deeds.

Long Chen was his good brother, and the two had experienced countless storms together. The deep friendship made him willing to believe in Long Chen's place, but in this world where martial arts are respected, trust and suspicion often coexist.

He knew that even if the other party and Long Chen were from the same place, it did not necessarily mean that they were friends.

So, while Ling Xiao put away his bloodthirsty sword soul, he was also secretly on guard, ready to deal with any possible changes at any time.

In his heart, he was curious and expectant about the unknown, as well as vigilant and cautious about possible dangers. The two emotions intertwined, making his eyes more complex and profound.

"Follow me." The black-armored man's words were brief and powerful. Before he finished speaking, he had turned into a black lightning, soared into the sky, and rushed in a direction completely opposite to the Demon-Suppressing City.

Ling Xiao's eyes followed the black shadow closely. Although he had doubts in his heart, he was more curious about the unknown and a little bit of excitement that was not easy to detect.

He took a deep breath, mobilized the true energy in his body, stretched his body, and followed closely. The two of them, one in front and one behind, left a series of gorgeous tracks in the blue sky and white clouds.

During the flight, Ling Xiao carefully felt the changes in the atmosphere around him. The wind whistled past his ears, bringing the unique freshness and freedom of the mountains and forests.

He noticed that although the black-armored man was flying fast, his speed was extremely stable. Every fluctuation in air flow was skillfully resolved by him, revealing his profound martial arts skills.