Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Ling Xiao's eyes shone with unyielding light, which reflected his cherishment of life and his precise analysis of his own destiny.

When Yang Meng heard this, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly, and a trace of surprise and appreciation flashed in his eyes.

He really didn't expect that Ling Xiao could be so keenly aware of the trap behind his proposal. This kind of intelligence and insight was really rare among the younger generation. He was silent for a moment, seeming to re-examine the seemingly young but extremely cunning opponent in front of him.

"." After a short silence, Yang Meng finally spoke, with a more dignified and serious tone in his voice. He knew very well that facing such an opponent, any underestimation would be a fatal mistake.

"Indeed, the conditions I proposed have indeed made it more difficult for you to survive in a sense." Yang Meng admitted frankly, his eyes were profound, as if he could see into people's hearts.

"But I never thought that you would point this out so directly and reject my 'good intention'. Ling Xiao, you are smarter than I thought."

Having said this, Yang Meng couldn't help but chuckle. The laughter contained both recognition of Ling Xiao and self-deprecation for his own negligence. "However, this is exactly the opponent I am looking forward to. If you agree easily, it will make me feel bored."

He changed the topic and his tone became firm and decisive:

"In that case, let's fight! Although I, Yang Meng, am not a war-loving person, I can no longer remain silent in the face of an opponent like you. If you can escape from my pursuit, then what will happen between us? This is my promise to you."

After saying this, Yang Meng's aura suddenly rose, and a powerful coercion emitted from his body, compressing the surrounding air as if it had solidified. His eyes were like torches, locked tightly on Ling Xiao, like a beast that was ready to attack, ready to pounce on its prey at any time.

"Are you forgetting the past? Haha, I still have to settle the score with you." Ling Xiao's sneer contained a hint of imperceptible anger and determination. His eyes were like torches, looking directly at Yang Meng, as if he wanted to penetrate the other person's soul.

"What you did to Pearl is engraved on my heart like a brand. Whenever the night is quiet, the anger will be like a wildfire that can't be quelled. As long as you, the culprit, still exist, my fire of revenge will be It will not be extinguished in one day.”

When Yang Meng heard this, his face instantly darkened. He didn't expect that Ling Xiao would be so obsessed with past grievances, even risking his life.

"Good boy, I thought you were young and promising, and I wanted to let you go, but you are so vindictive. Then I can only kill you and settle this grudge." His voice was low and powerful, and every word was full of meaning. It seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth, revealing a strong murderous intention.

As the words fell, the anger in Yang Meng's chest seemed to be ignited and burned. It was not only anger towards Ling Xiao, but also towards himself as the master of Huangquan Bulao Mountain for failing to protect his disciples. Responsibility and unwillingness.

He felt an unprecedented sense of humiliation, as if Ling Xiao's rejection was a trampling on his dignity.

"I don't need you to let me go, because in this martial arts world, only strength can determine life and death." Ling Xiao shook his head, revealing an unquestionable confidence and pride in his tone.

He knew very well that facing a strong man like Yang Meng, any retreat and begging for mercy would be in vain. Only by trying his best could he have a chance of survival.

"In that case, then die!" Yang Meng shouted angrily, like thunder rolling from the sky, making the air around him tremble.

The aura around him reached its peak at this moment, and the terrifying power was like a flash flood, sweeping across the entire battlefield. He was seen rising up, like a tiger rushing towards its prey, and lunged towards Ling Xiao with an aura that would destroy the world.

That terrifying aura was like a dark cloud, covering Ling Xiao's body so heavily that he could hardly straighten his spine, and his legs trembled unconsciously, as if they were carrying a huge weight.

At this moment, an unprecedented shock and awe surged deep in his heart. He finally realized that the strength of Yang Meng in front of him was far beyond all his previous imagination.

A trace of surprise and reluctance flashed across Ling Xiao's eyes. He recalled that the powerful Tianhe realm men he had seen in the past had never given him such a strong sense of oppression even at their peak state.

This is not only a gap in strength, but also an insurmountable gap between realms. He had to admit that Yang Meng was indeed a strong man in the heaven and human realm. It was a realm that he dreamed of but was out of reach.

This coercion was not only a display of strength, but also a crushing of martial arts will, making Ling Xiao feel the huge gap between himself and the truly strong.

He gritted his teeth and endured not to fall, with an unyielding light shining in his eyes. He secretly vowed that one day, he would reach such a height, or even surpass it.

In the distance of this battlefield, Long Yingtian and the man in black armor stood quietly. Their eyes crossed the distance and fell on the two people in the fierce battle.

The face of the man in black armor was solemn, and there was a hint of worry in his tone: "This Yang Meng is indeed as rumored, he is undoubtedly a strong man in the heaven and human realm. Master, should we help? Ling Xiao is friends with the young master. It’s ridiculous. If he were to die here today, the young master’s martial arts aspirations would be cast a shadow that is difficult to erase.”

Long Yingtian shook his head gently, his eyes flashing with deep wisdom and trust, and he said slowly: "Do you think that Ling Xiao will be the kind of fool who doesn't know the heights of the world and acts blindly?" As he spoke, there was a hint of tone in his tone. With a hint of imperceptible pride and expectation.

The black-armored man was stunned when he heard this, then he reacted and shook his head and replied: "No! How could the young master's friend be a mediocre person." Although there was some uncertainty in his voice, it was more of recognition and awe of Ling Xiao's potential.

"Since it's not, then we don't need to worry too much." Long Yingtian raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth and continued.

"Since he dared to face a strong man like Yang Meng, he must have his own plans and trump cards. As bystanders, we just need to wait quietly and believe that he can create his own miracle."

At this moment, the atmosphere on the battlefield was extremely tense, and even the air seemed to be frozen. In the distance, Yang Meng's figure stood still like a mountain. Suddenly, he waved his arm and condensed a palm with all his strength.

This palm was too domineering and too shocking! It seemed to carry the will of heaven and earth, with irresistible power, like the sky turned upside down, and smashed towards Ling Xiao fiercely.

The surrounding space seemed to have lost its color at this moment, leaving only that dazzling palm shadow and the terrifying power that followed, like the coming of doomsday.