Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 12867 The strong are respected

"However, the second dean claimed that our president has been expelled from the Tianxia Association, and he ordered us not to have any contact with the president anymore." Ling Bi frowned, his tone revealing confusion and worry.

When the Grand Master heard the news, he was so angry that his face turned blue, as if he was about to spit fire. He angrily shouted, "That bastard! What nonsense! He was already dissatisfied with your president, and now he is just taking the opportunity to cause trouble."

The Grand Dean tried hard to calm himself. He knew he had to remain calm at this moment and not let such rumors affect Ling Bi, Weiwei and Meng Haoqing.

He took a deep breath and tried to soothe them in a calm tone, "Don't listen to that guy's nonsense. He is trying to sow discord. This is the letter your president left before he left. You can take a look."

As he spoke, the headmaster took out a letter from his sleeve and handed it to the three of them. The cover of the letter was simple and plain, with only a few big characters written on it: "Personally from Ling Bi, Wei Wei, and Meng Haoqing."

The three of them took the letter and unfolded it carefully. The content of the letter made them feel warm. Ling Xiao expressed his expectations and trust in them in the letter, telling them to persevere no matter what difficulties they encountered and believe in their own strength and potential.

After reading the letter, the three finally gave up their original intention to leave. They knew that although Ling Xiao had left Tianxiahui, his spirit and faith were still with them. They decided to stay in Tianxiahui, for Ling Xiao's expectations and trust, and also for their own future.

The Grand Master looked at their determined eyes and felt relieved.

"Grand Master, the three of us have always had deep feelings for the Tianxia Association." Weiwei spoke slowly, her voice was soft but firm and powerful.

"We don't want to leave this place where we have fought together easily, but if one day our president is in danger, we will do everything we can to save him. At that time, if you are afraid of the trouble we will bring, or even want to abandon us, then you can expel all thirteen of us from Tianxiahui."

Weiwei's words revealed a kind of determination, and her eyes were firm and deep, as if she could see through everything. She was reminding and warning.

The reminder was to the Grand Master that although they had deep feelings for the Tianxia Association, their loyalty lay more with their President; the warning was that their Thirteen Demon Generals were not people who could be easily abandoned.

Ling Bi and Meng Haoqing also nodded silently, their eyes were equally firm. They knew that Wei Wei's words represented the common voice of the three of them.

The headmaster looked at the three men leaving with mixed feelings. He knew that although these three men were young, their loyalty and courage were admirable. However, the "Batian Society" they mentioned made him feel a little uneasy.

The Tyrant Society, a force that has quietly risen in the Tianxia Society in recent years, already has nearly half of the disciples in the Upper House, and even recently disciples from the Secret House have joined them.

The Secret Academy is where the most elite disciples of the Tianxia Society are located. There are only a hundred disciples in total, but now it is said that more than ten of them have joined the Tyrant Society.

The headmaster couldn't help but sigh. He knew that if these secret academy disciples really followed Ling Xiao, it would undoubtedly be a huge nightmare for the Tianxia Association. Each of those disciples was an elite among the elites. Their departure would undoubtedly greatly reduce the strength of the Tianxia Association.

However, the headmaster also understood that all of this was their own choice. He could not interfere, nor could he stop it. He could only pray silently, hoping that all this would not really happen.

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Above the vast sky of the Demon Suppression Mansion, a huge floating ship was like a bright meteor, breaking the tranquility of the sky. The ship was shining with dazzling light, as if carrying endless power and majesty, shuttling between the clouds.

Inside the airship, in a quiet space, Ling Xiao sat with his eyes closed, as if he was isolated from the world. His face was as calm as water, and his brows revealed a calmness and perseverance that came from having experienced many vicissitudes of life.

Life is long and time flies. In this long journey, he has gone through countless ups and downs, experienced vicissitudes of life, and experienced the warmth and coldness of the world.

The experiences of these years have made him deeply understand a truth: if you want to live freely and unrestrained in this world, you must become strong.

Because in this world, if you don’t have strength, you don’t have the right to speak, and even the most basic right to survive cannot be guaranteed. If you are not strong enough, then you may not even be able to make your own choice on how to end your life.

He always believed that the pursuit of strength was a goal that should never be abandoned in life. This pursuit was not just to satisfy personal vanity, but also to protect the safety and dignity of himself and his family.

Because only when you are strong enough can you resist the intrusion of the outside world and protect everything you cherish.

Thinking back to his childhood, he missed the golden period of cultivation due to a moment of laziness, which caused his strength to lag far behind that of his peers.

At that time, his father was killed by his enemies, his mother was forcibly taken away, and he himself almost lost his life. Those tragic experiences were like a sharp knife that pierced his heart deeply.

At that time, he naively believed that as long as he did not offend others, he could live freely in this world.

However, later facts dealt him a ruthless blow. He gradually discovered that in this world, the strong are respected and the weak can only be slaughtered. If you don't have enough strength, then others will use you as a stepping stone and ruthlessly trample on your dignity and rights.

The experiences of these years made him realize more deeply the importance of strength. He understood that only by constantly practicing and improving his strength could he gain a foothold in this world.

He no longer dwelled on the sadness and pain of the past, but turned this pain into motivation to move forward. He practiced hard and constantly challenged his limits, just to make himself stronger.

"Boy, have you really made up your mind to fight for the legendary Demon Lord Black Sky Sword?"

Just as Ling Xiao was immersed in various ideas about how to obtain the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, a deep and majestic voice, like an echo in the abyss, suddenly broke his meditation. The vicissitudes and antiquity revealed in this voice seemed to have spanned countless years and directly touched his heart.

Ling Xiao suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the voice. He saw a vague figure slowly emerging. It was the Demon Soul King. He asked calmly, "Senior Demon Soul King, I do have this intention. But I don't understand why you said I can't take the sword?"