Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Hua Shan was a little excited: "Now the war between the Demon Suppression House and the Soul Clan is about to break out. This little brother is a rare fighting talent in our Demon Suppression House. If he is killed here by you for no reason, it would be a pity. It is also a great loss for the Demon Suppression House."

The six people wore masks. The patterns on the masks were strange and complicated, covering their faces, making it impossible to peek into their true emotions. Their eyes flashed cold light through the gaps in the masks, as if they were laughing at Hua Shan's naivety and ignorance.

After a moment of silence, one of the masked Tianren Realm strongmen finally spoke. His voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the depths of hell:

"This matter has nothing to do with you, you can leave. Of course, if you insist on staying, then we don't mind getting rid of you together. In this martial arts world, strength determines everything, and the strong prey on the weak, which is natural."

His tone was full of threats and intimidation, as if he was telling Hua Shan that her choice would directly determine her life and death.

"Threatening me?" Hua Shan's voice was filled with displeasure. Her originally wavering thoughts became unusually firm at this moment. Her eyes flashed with an unyielding light, as if telling the six Heaven Realm powerhouses that she would never be intimidated by their threats.

"I have a bad habit. The more others threaten me, the more I won't leave." Hua Shan's mouth curled up with a stubborn smile, and her tone was somewhat provocative and resolute, "Don't forget, this is near the Ten Thousand Demons Cemetery. You are the only ones with people? I have people too!"

While speaking, Hua Shan suddenly took out an object flashing with mysterious light from her arms and threw it into the air without hesitation.

I saw that the object suddenly enlarged in the air and turned into a huge Vermilion Bird. The wings of the Vermilion Bird spread out, almost covering half of the sky. The flames on its wings were burning, and it could be seen clearly from a long distance.

The Vermilion Bird made a high and long cry, which sounded like the sound of nature and the beating of a war drum, and spread far and wide, as if calling for something.

Ling Xiao looked at Hua Shan's actions, and a complex emotion surged in his heart. He smiled bitterly and said, "Sister Hua, why are you doing this? Only when you leave can I leave. This is difficult. I have no confidence in dealing with six Tianren Realm masters."

His tone was a bit helpless and self-deprecating, but more of it was gratitude and admiration for Hua Shan. He knew that Hua Shan did this entirely for him, so that he could have a chance to escape.

Although he himself was not as strong as the six Tianren Realm masters, he would not give up easily. He would do his best to face this life-and-death battle with Hua Shan.

"It's okay. I'm calling for help. You dare to make trouble here in the Ten Thousand Demons Cemetery. Do you really think no one can take care of you?" Hua Shan sneered. There was a bit of disdain and ridicule in her smile, as if she was telling the six Heaven Realm masters how ridiculous and ignorant their behavior was.

At this time, a dazzling fire suddenly streaked across the sky. The fire streaked through the sky like a meteor, flew high into the sky, and then exploded above the clouds, turning into a brilliant spark.

This sudden change shocked everyone, and even the six Heaven Realm masters couldn't help but cast their eyes to the sky.

It turned out that Long Chen was also calling for help.

He stood not far away, holding a token that flashed with mysterious light in his hand. The token was engraved with complex runes and patterns, exuding a faint pressure.

He waved it gently, and a dazzling light burst out from the token. Then, the fire rushed into the sky and exploded.

Long Chen's identity is not simple. He is here to serve as the deputy city lord of Chaos Demon City. The token in his hand is the distress signal of Chaos Demon City. Once it is sent out, even the city lord of Chaos Demon City will come to help. After all, Long Chen's identity and status are there, and no one dares to ignore his distress signal.

"There is no way. I can only deal with two opponents at most. There is no way for the remaining four. I can only ask for help." Long Chen said softly, with a bit of helplessness and self-mockery in his tone, but more of a calm analysis and judgment of the situation.

He knew that facing six Tianren Realm powerhouses, it would be difficult for the three of them to win together, and they could only rely on external forces to resolve this crisis.

The six figures in front of him did not make a move at this time, as if they were waiting for something.

In the bright sunlight, Ling Xiao stood quietly. Beside him, Hua Shan looked at him with a bit of curiosity and vigilance, and suddenly asked softly: "Little brother, who are they? They look mysterious." Her voice was soft and low, as if she was afraid of disturbing the air around her.

Ling Xiao shook his head slightly, frowned, and looked deeply at the strangers wearing masks.

The aura of these people was very strange to him, as if they came from another distant world. He had never felt such an aura in any martial arts exchange occasion:

"I don't know, their aura is very unique, I have never seen it. Moreover, they obviously intend to hide their identities, otherwise they would not choose to wear masks in such occasions, and their actions reveal a sense of caution that they don't want to be discovered."

Hua Shan heard this and was about to open her mouth to continue asking questions. At this tense and subtle moment, an old man in a green robe slowly walked out of the crowd.

The green-robed old man, his clothes swaying gently in the wind, exuded a calm and deep aura, as if he had experienced countless storms and witnessed the vicissitudes of the martial arts world.

Although his face has some wrinkles carved by time, his eyes are still as sharp as an eagle, revealing wisdom and cunning that cannot be underestimated.

It was this green-robed old man who had secretly ordered the four villains to hunt down Ling Xiao at all costs. He was also the one who secretly planned to use the power of the Duanmu family to deal with this young warrior with unlimited potential.

At this moment, his appearance undoubtedly made the atmosphere more tense, and there seemed to be a sense of oppression in the air that a storm was about to come.

Ling Xiao and Hua Shan looked at each other, each reading vigilance and wariness in the other's eyes. They knew that the appearance of the old man in green robe was no accident, and there must be a more complex conspiracy and calculation hidden behind it.

In this martial arts world, strength and resourcefulness are equally important, and the old man in front of him obviously possesses both and should not be underestimated.

The old man in green robe smiled slightly, with a hint of amusement and contentment in his smile. He slowly turned his gaze to Ling Xiao, as if he was admiring a carefully carved work of art:

"I have to say, if you hadn't staged a thrilling battle with this powerful beast, it would have been as difficult for me to find you in this vast world of martial arts as finding a needle in a haystack."