Chapter 13253 He has no right to make me retreat

"No need, because I won't let you go!" Ling Xiao's voice was firm and resolute. There was no room for negotiation in his tone, only persistence and desire for victory.

The masked young man's eyes instantly became cold and angry. He never expected that he would be despised to this extent by a peer.

In his cognition, he had long been a leader among the younger generation of the Soul Clan. How could he have been insulted like this? It seemed that it was time to get serious, otherwise even the Rakshasa Twin Demons around him would look down on him.

At this moment, the masked young man's momentum suddenly rose, like a sleeping giant beast suddenly awakened, releasing a heart-pounding pressure.

He was surrounded by a faint black air, which was like a ghost in the night, swaying gently, but with endless chill and depth.

The sword in his hand shone even brighter, with colorful brilliance flowing through the sword body, like the most dazzling star in the sky, and it seemed to contain the power to destroy the world, as if it would turn into an extremely sharp sword light at any time, completely swallowing Ling Xiao in endless darkness and sharpness.

Immediately, waves of terrifying energy surged like a tide, rushing into the long sword in the man's hand.

The long sword seemed to be a greedy abyss, whether it was the pure golden sunshine, the vibrant wood spirit power, the gentle and lingering water waves, the hot and violent flame heart, and even the heavy and steady earth element essence, and even the chaotic and boundless demonic energy, were ruthlessly sucked in, fused, and transformed into an unprecedented terrifying force.

At this time, the masked young man seemed to be shrouded in a mysterious halo, which was neither light nor darkness, but contained the chaos and harmony of all things in the world and the universe.

He was like a terrifying space that could swallow everything. Any existence that approached him seemed to be sucked into the endless abyss and lost itself forever.

At this moment, the space within a thousand feet around him began to tremble violently, as if it was torn by some unknown force. Every inch of air seemed to explode, making a deafening roar.

The sky became dim, dark clouds, lightning and thunder, as if foreshadowing the coming of the end of the world.

The rocks and soil on the ground also broke apart in the tremor, boulders rolled, dust flew, forming a doomsday-like scene, which was extremely terrifying and made people despair.

A moment later, the masked young man suddenly laughed, and his laughter was full of confidence and unruliness, as if the sword in his hand had already won.

His body shook, like a roc spreading its wings, soaring into the air, tens of feet high, looking down at Ling Xiao below, the eyes hidden behind the mask flashing with sharp light, and shouted: "Ling Xiao, dare you take my sword?" The voice echoed in the empty sky and earth, with unquestionable majesty.

Below, Ling Xiao looked up, his eyes met the eyes of the masked young man in the air, his face was as calm as water, his eyes were firm and indifferent.

At this moment, a faint but extremely clear voice, like a thread penetrating the noise, quietly sounded from his mind, "Retreat!" This voice carried an indescribable sense of depth and urgency, as if it came from the other side of the distant shore, and seemed to be close at hand in the heart.

Ling Xiao's heart shook slightly, he was sure that he had never heard such a voice, the wisdom and power contained in the voice made him involuntarily feel awe.

The other party asked him to retreat, obviously he had a deep understanding and perception of the power of this sword, and was reminding him that there were many dangers under this sword. This reminder is undoubtedly a kind of care and kindness to him.

Retreat?

Ling Xiao's mouth curled up a faint smile, which showed both respect for the unknown and persistence in his own beliefs.

He admitted that the opponent's sword condensed the power of heaven and earth, and was extremely powerful. Once it fell, even he would be unable to resist it. Even if he was lucky enough not to die, he would be seriously injured and his cultivation would be damaged.

But so what?

Ling Xiao's eyes flashed with an unyielding light, and his heart was burning with a blazing fighting spirit and unyielding will.

In this world where the strong are respected, he has long been accustomed to wandering on the edge of life and death. Every challenge is a breakthrough of his own limits, and every life and death contest is a sharpening of his will.

As long as it is not a dead end, he will never give up easily, let alone choose to escape. Because he knows that only by moving forward courageously can he go further and stand higher on this road of the strong.

Taking a step back is very simple!

This action, just a light tap of the toes and a slight sideways movement of the body, can instantly distance him from his opponent and give him a chance to breathe. However, this seemingly easy step is like a heavy weight, pressing on his heart, making him hesitant.

But taking a step back may be a wavering of his heart in martial arts, which is a disaster like the collapse of faith for him, and is absolutely not allowed.

He knows very well that the road of a warrior is a journey full of thorns and challenges. Every step must be firm and firm. If there is a slight wavering, all previous efforts may be wasted, and even lose oneself.

He stood there, his eyes were like torches, his figure was upright, like an ancient pine tree that has experienced wind and frost but still stands. He believes that he is not inferior to any warrior of his time in terms of talent, perseverance or wisdom.

If the opponent is an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years and has unfathomable cultivation, he may choose to retreat without any psychological burden. After all, that is a gap across time and experience. Retreating does not mean failure, but wisdom.

But the other party was just a young man who was only a few years older than him, a peer who was also groping forward on the road of martial arts.

If he retreated here, he would be like a person whose soul had been taken away from him, and he would fall into endless self-doubt and denial.

He couldn't imagine how he could maintain his confidence and pride in the future when facing those equally young but unyielding strong men.

So, he couldn't retreat!

There was an unyielding light in his eyes, which was a desire for victory and a persistence in his self-worth.

He took a deep breath, feeling the boiling blood and unyielding will in his body. He still had hope of winning, and he hadn't reached the point of exhaustion.

No matter how difficult the road ahead was, no matter how powerful the opponent was, he would try his best to fight for that ray of hope and prove his existence and value.

"No matter who you are, thank you for reminding me, but he is not qualified to let me retreat!" Ling Xiao's words were filled with unquestionable firmness and pride.

As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his body, like a roc spreading its wings, and soared into the sky, looking his opponent in the eye. There was a fearless light flashing in his deep eyes.