Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

They seemed to be hesitating whether they should continue to attack under Ling Xiao's delay. However, at this critical moment, an accident happened.

One of the Tianhe Realm warriors suddenly screamed, the sound was shrill and desperate, as if he was swallowed by endless pain. Then, his body fell to the ground powerlessly, and blood flowed from his back, staining the ground red.

This sudden change shocked everyone. The fallen warrior looked at his companion behind him in shock, his eyes full of disbelief and anger. It turned out that the sword was stabbed by his companion, directly piercing his back, leaving him no possibility of survival.

The occurrence of this scene made the already tense atmosphere even more depressing and weird. Those Tianhe Realm warriors began to suspect each other and were no longer as united as before.

Ling Xiao's mouth curled up a cold smile, and the smile revealed an indescribable confidence and strength.

This is the benefit of having a strong soul. His soul realm has now reached the Sun Tour Realm, which means that he can easily possess those warriors with relatively weak souls and control their bodies, just like playing with things in his hands.

No matter how high the opponent's martial arts realm is, as long as the soul power is insufficient, he still cannot resist the weirdness and power of his move.

His eyes swept over the strong men around him, and every glance seemed to be evaluating their soul strength. The more people there are, the more comfortable his "soul possession" will be, allowing him to easily create chaos and killing in the melee.

Puff!

Just when everyone was still immersed in confusion and puzzlement, a dull sound broke the silence. Another strong man fell down at the hands of his companion, and his eyes were full of disbelief and fear, as if he couldn't believe that his companion would actually attack him.

At this time, the strong men in the field had begun to panic, and their trust in each other had disappeared. Everyone began to be cautious about the people around them, fearing that they would be the next to fall.

"We have only seen this method in the Soul Clan..." someone whispered, his voice full of fear and doubt.

They looked at Ling Xiao with suspicion and uneasiness. Could it be that this young warrior was really a member of the Soul Clan? This idea made them shudder. After all, the Soul Clan was notorious in the martial arts world. They were good at controlling souls, and their methods were cruel and weird.

"Disperse! Disperse quickly!" Duanmu Li suddenly roared, his voice full of urgency and fear. He knew that if they continued to gather together like this, it would only make Ling Xiao's "soul possession" method more handy.

Those strong men dispersed one after another, and the distance between them was extremely far. Even their companions did not dare to approach easily. Their eyes were full of vigilance and fear, as if Ling Xiao was a time bomb that could explode at any time, which made people feel afraid.

Their eyes were fixed on Ling Xiao, and the fear in their eyes was even stronger than when they saw the Dragon Soul before.

The means displayed by Ling Xiao were too strange and too terrible, making it impossible for people to grasp their rules, let alone take effective precautions. Every action and every move may hide a deadly murderous intention, making it hard to guard against.

Ling Xiao stood there quietly, his eyes swept over the strong men, his voice was faint, but with a kind of majesty that could not be ignored: "Aren't you going to kill me? Why don't you do it now and stay so far away from me?"

His voice echoed in the empty field, with a hint of sarcasm and provocation. Although those strong men were aggrieved in their hearts, they still did not have the courage to make a move. They knew that Ling Xiao's means were too strange, and they might fall into his trap if they were not careful, and there would be no way back.

They looked at each other, with helplessness and fear in their eyes. This Ling Xiao, there are too many tricks, and people can't figure out his details at all. In such a situation, rashly making a move is tantamount to seeking death.

"Hmph, a mere soul technique, I'll kill you!"

Duanmu Li finally couldn't hold back, his figure flashed, like a black lightning, and he rushed towards Ling Xiao. His soul power was so strong that it seemed to be able to tear the space apart, which made people feel awe. In his eyes, Ling Xiao's soul technique was just a child's trick, and there was no need to worry about it.

However, at the moment he made his move, a figure flashed by like a ghost, and punched him back to his original position. The fist was accompanied by a whistling sound of wind, as if it could shake the world, and Duanmu Li's face instantly turned pale as paper.

"Just stay there obediently, don't affect my eldest brother." The person who made the move was Long Chen, his voice was cold and firm, as if he could not be questioned.

Long Chen's punch directly caused Duanmu Li to fall into a short state of dementia. He widened his eyes and looked at Long Chen, as if he had seen something incredible.

He thought Ling Xiao was already a monster enough, but how could he have thought that Ling Xiao was followed by such a more terrifying monster. Long Chen's strength was beyond his imagination.

The strong men who had surrounded Ling Xiao were also stunned by this scene. They looked at Long Chen with awe and fear in their eyes. They knew that they were probably no longer the opponents of Ling Xiao and Long Chen.

However, at this moment, a cold light suddenly flashed, like a silver lightning, instantly piercing a person's throat.

The man's eyes were still wide open, as if he couldn't believe that all this would happen so suddenly. His blood gushed out, dyeing the surrounding air red, making the whole scene even more bloody and cruel.

So far, the battle has caused a huge shock. The original forty-eight high-level Tianhe Realm warriors, now eight have fallen in a pool of blood, and their life fire is completely extinguished at this moment.

There are still forty high-level Tianhe Realm warriors left. They look at each other, with both fear and unwillingness in their eyes. How long has the battle just started, they have lost nearly one-fifth of their companions, and such a casualty rate is far beyond their expectations.

Ling Xiao stood there, like a cold god of war, his eyes full of indifference and determination. He smiled faintly, as if he was not surprised by all this.

His hands have already tightly grasped the bloodthirsty knife and the sword of the god-killing. The two weapons flashed cold light in his hands, as if ready to devour the enemy's life at any time.

At the same time, he has also put on the Tianluo magic tool on his body.

This is a set of black armor with strange patterns carved on it, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura. The Tianluo magic tool not only improves his defense, but also makes his attack power a qualitative leap.