Chapter 13262 All geniuses return

Soul naturally knew how terrifying Ling Xiao was, after all, he had experienced it personally. If it hadn't been for the desperate protection of the two Rakshasa demons, and if Hun Wuxu hadn't arrived in time, he might have died at the hands of Ling Xiao.

Recalling that battle, Soul's heart was still full of fear. He clearly remembered how the sister of the two Rakshasa demons bravely stood in front of him, using her delicate body to resist Ling Xiao's fatal blow.

At that moment, her eyes were full of determination and fearlessness, as if she was interpreting loyalty and sacrifice with her own life. However, despite this, she ultimately failed to escape Ling Xiao's clutches and was mercilessly killed.

Soul hesitated for a while, frowning, as if weighing something.

Finally, he couldn't help but speak, with a hint of urgency in his voice: "Brother Wuxu, when will the higher-ups decide to take over Luanmo City? Are we fully prepared?" His eyes flashed with anticipation and anxiety. , obviously very concerned about this issue.

When Hun Wuxu heard the words, he just glanced at Hun Ling faintly. His voice was calm and deep, as if it carried thousands of years of vicissitudes:

"There is no need to be anxious. We, the soul clan, cooperated with the Holy Church to kill the Demon Sect, which also took a lot of time. Whatever we do, we must be more steady and not rush for quick success. The time now is not mature enough for the time being."

There was a calmness and confidence in his eyes, as if everything was under control.

Hun Wuxu's words were like a clear spring, slowly extinguishing the impatience in Hun Soul's heart. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down.

He understood that as a wise man of the Soul Clan, Hun Wuxu's decision must have been carefully considered. As a leader of the younger generation, I still need more experience and growth.

Soul nodded, not daring to say anything more. His eyes revealed awe and belief in Hun Wuxu.

At this time, a middle-aged man in black robe suddenly appeared beside the soul like a ghost. His steps were light and silent, as if he merged with the night. His face was calm and serious, and his eyes revealed an indescribable depth.

The man bowed slightly and whispered to the soul:

"Young Master, this time, some warriors from the Soul-Suppressing Palace also quietly came to the Ten Thousand Demons Cemetery. Their target is probably the boy named Ling Xiao.

According to my observation, they don't seem to be willing to confront the Demon Suppressing Mansion head-on. Therefore, they intend to temporarily join forces with our Soul Clan. However, their real target was just Ling Xiao. "

When Soul heard this, he frowned slightly, and a trace of surprise and curiosity flashed in his eyes. He asked softly: "How is the person coming? How is his strength?" Although his voice was soft, it revealed a majesty that could not be ignored.

When the man heard this, his expression became more solemn, and he said in a deep voice:

"Very strong! Every one of those warriors in Zhenhun Palace has extraordinary strength and is by no means an ordinary person. Especially the strongest one, his aura is as deep as the sea, as if he hides endless power. Although I have not been with him Fighting, but judging by the breath alone, even Master Wuxu may not be able to defeat him easily!"

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Hun Wuxu's mouth, and his eyes flashed with interest. "It's interesting." His voice was low and magnetic, as if every word contained deep meaning.

As he spoke, he slowly raised his head, looking through the layers of clouds and mist to the far end of the sky. There seemed to be something that moved him deeply.

He said softly: "The Lord Long Yingtian of the Demon Suppressing Mansion is still strong! These guys, even if they are acting in secret, are still in awe of him and only dare to do some sneaky tricks."

"Lord of the Demon-Suppressing Mansion—Long Yingtian!" As soon as these four words came out, the surrounding air seemed to freeze. The faces of several people instantly became solemn, and their eyes shone with awe and fear.

In their hearts, the name Long Yingtian is like a majestic mountain, which makes people look up but cannot reach it.

Only the truly strong can deeply understand the horror of Long Yingtian. They knew that Long Yingtian was not only superior in strength, but also had extraordinary wisdom and unfathomable scheming.

Every subordinate he trains is enough to set off huge waves in the Demon-Suppressing Mansion and cause trouble, but they are just the best among them.

Thinking that Cheng Shifei was terrifying enough in the eyes of the Soul Clan people, but at the same time he was just a subordinate trained by Long Yingtian, the awe in everyone's hearts became even stronger.

They couldn't help but begin to imagine how powerful and majestic Long Yingtian himself was to be able to cultivate so many outstanding disciples, making the entire soul world tremble.

At this time, Hun Wuxu's voice sounded softly, like the spring breeze blowing over the lake, with a hint of imperceptible smile:

"Let's go! Let's meet those talented warriors from Zhenhun Palace. I really want to know who they are. Even I may not be able to defeat them!"

There was both curiosity and expectation in his tone, as if he was facing a grand challenge.

After saying that, he turned and left, his steps light and firm, his black robe swaying gently in the wind, like a shadow in the night, mysterious and elusive.

His back revealed an indescribable confidence and calmness, as if he could handle it with ease no matter what kind of enemy he faced.

The soul stopped where it was, with eyes as bright as a torch, looking coldly in the direction of the Demon Suppressing Mansion's stronghold. There was deep hatred in his eyes, an unforgettable hatred, as if Ling Xiao's figure would be engraved in his heart forever.

He clenched his teeth, his voice low and firm: "Ling Xiao, I will remember you, I will avenge today's revenge." Every word seemed to be squeezed out from the gap between his teeth, full of determination and anger.

His fist was clenched, veins bulged, as if he wanted to condense all the anger and unwillingness in this fist. However, after a moment, he slowly loosened his fist, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down.

He knew that it was not the time to take revenge. He must catch up with Hun Wuxu first and learn more information before he could formulate a perfect revenge plan.

So, Hun Ling turned around and chased after him with big strides. His steps were firm and powerful, and every step seemed to be declaring war on his enemy.

His heart was full of expectations and determination for the future. He believed that one day, he would defeat Ling Xiao with his own hands and avenge his previous shame.

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In the stronghold of the Demon Suppression Mansion, the atmosphere was solemn and tense. The crystal screen in front of Wang Zhenshou had been turned off. His face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip out of it. His eyes were fixed on the darkness behind the screen, as if he wanted to see through it.

He slowly turned to Zhao Heng beside him, and said in a low and powerful voice: "Pass the order, all geniuses must return, especially Ling Bi, she must return to the base immediately."