Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

The eyes of the high priest revealed an unquestionable determination, which made the fourth priest dare not resist at all.

The face of the fourth priest turned pale, he lowered his head, and dared not say anything. When he turned around, he secretly gritted his teeth. Although he was unwilling in his heart, he also knew that this was not the time to argue.

Although he was depressed by Jiang Xiruo's injury, fortunately, the injury was not serious. With his cultivation, he should be able to recover soon. He quickly found a hidden corner and began to heal his wounds. He secretly vowed in his heart that he must recover his strength as soon as possible and complete the task assigned by the high priest.

The high priest glanced at Ling Xiao coldly, his eyes full of scrutiny and disdain.

Then, his eyes fell on Jiang Xiruo again, with a hint of complex emotions in his tone: "Like father, like son, your son is as extraordinary as you. It's a pity that he fell into the devil's way. This is an unforgivable crime and he has to be killed. I advise you not to care about him anymore, so as not to bring trouble to yourself."

Jiang Xiruo sneered, and his figure suddenly disappeared like a ghost, leaving only a faint afterimage swaying in the air. Not far away, the face of the high priest was still as calm as water, as if nothing in the outside world could touch the waves in his heart.

He slowly raised his finger and pointed it out. The fingertip seemed to contain infinite power, which made the surrounding air condense.

Boom! With a loud noise, the surrounding space seemed to be shaken by an invisible force and began to tremble violently. Then, Jiang Xiruo's figure suddenly returned to its original position, but her eyes became sharper, as if she had seen through the opponent's true and false.

The next moment, she disappeared again, accompanied by a sharp tearing sound, and a dazzling sword light streaked through the sky like a meteor, tearing through the void and slashing straight at the high priest!

With this sword swing, the space seemed to become fragile, like paper, easily torn and shattered by the sword light. Wherever the sword light passed, the space cracks crisscrossed, like a broken scroll.

However, facing this thunderous blow, the high priest still maintained his expressionless appearance. He raised his hand and waved, and a black vortex suddenly condensed in front of him, swallowing everything around like an abyss.

The vortex contained endless darkness and destructive power, as if it could draw all things in the world into it, and there would be no day to turn over.

Boom! When Jiang Xiruo's sword fell and collided with the black vortex, an indescribable force instantly erupted. The sword light and the vortex tore and collided with each other, making a deafening roar.

Under the impact of this force, Jiang Xiruo's figure involuntarily retreated a hundred meters away, and her face turned a little pale.

Obviously, this was a real opponent. The strength of the chief priest was obviously much stronger than the four chief priests, and far stronger than Jiang Xiruo expected.

Every move and every style of his contained the power of destroying the world, which could not be underestimated. Although Jiang Xiruo was also a strong man, he was still slightly inferior to the chief priest.

At this time, the chief priest suddenly took a step forward, and this step seemed to cross the boundaries of time and space. A suffocating force instantly enveloped Jiang Xiruo. This force was like an invisible giant net, binding her tightly, making her movements slow and heavy.

Jiang Xiruo's face turned cold, and a gleam of unyielding light flashed in her eyes. She held the long sword tightly in her hand, and the tip of the sword drew a series of gorgeous trajectories in the air, slashing continuously, and every swing of the sword was accompanied by the continuous shattering of the void, as if to cut off the power that bound her one by one.

Boom boom... Horrible roars sounded one after another, shaking the surrounding space. However, under this continuous attack, Jiang Xiruo retreated again and again. Her figure seemed smaller and smaller in the torrent of power, and she was obviously suppressed by the powerful force of the high priest.

At this critical moment, the high priest's face suddenly turned cold. He raised his hand and slapped behind him. The action seemed casual, but it contained endless majesty and power. Under this slap, the air seemed to be solidified, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.

In the astonished eyes of everyone, a sword appeared there, a sword condensed from pure gold elements.

This sword exuded a dazzling light, and golden lines flowed on the sword body, like an alien object, exuding a palpitating breath. It attacked very quickly, and the timing of its appearance was just right.

However, facing this sudden attack, the high priest just smiled faintly, and his palm slapped with endless majesty and power.

The moment the golden sword light collided with the palm, it was as if it encountered an insurmountable barrier, and it was instantly shattered into golden light spots all over the sky, dissipating into the air.

In the distance, Ling Xiao saw this scene, his face suddenly sank, and a trace of solemnity and unwillingness flashed in his eyes.

He knew that his current combat power was equivalent to the eighth level of the Condensation Realm, which was already outstanding among his peers, but even so, under the sneak attack, he could not pose any substantial threat to the high priest.

The strength of this old guy was unfathomable, and every move and every attack revealed endless majesty and power, which made Ling Xiao feel powerless.

The high priest's eyes were like a cold blade, piercing through the crowd and looking directly at Ling Xiao. His eyes revealed a complex emotion, both admiration for Ling Xiao's talent and fear of his cunning and calmness.

He spoke slowly, with a barely perceptible chill in his voice: "You are indeed a first-class existence among the younger generation. Not only are you extremely talented, but more importantly, you have the cunning and calmness that ordinary geniuses do not have. However, you deserve to be killed. Because your existence is a potential threat to some people."

As he spoke, the chief priest turned his gaze to Jiang Xiruo, and a hint of surprise and admiration flashed in his eyes.

He said lightly: "Your strength also surprised me a little. I didn't expect that there is a master like you hidden in this Demon Suppression Mansion. However, if you want to protect this Demon Suppression Mansion and Ling Xiao by yourself, I'm afraid it's not enough. Although I'm old, I'm more than enough to deal with you."

The words of the chief priest revealed an unquestionable confidence and domineering, as if he had already won and everything was under his control.

After the voice fell, the chief priest flicked his right hand forward lightly. This flick seemed to be understated, but it contained infinite power.

As he waved his fingers, the space around Jiang Xiruo suddenly rose and fell like waves, as if being stirred by an invisible force, becoming twisted and chaotic.

Seeing this, Jiang Xiruo's face suddenly changed. She knew very well that this was one of the High Priest's killer moves, and it was incredibly powerful. (End of this chapter)