Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Ling Yihang opened his eyes and saw Ling Xiao sitting in front of him. His eyes showed pain, remorse and guilt.

Ling Xiao asked him and Ling Wuhen to participate in the four factions' martial arts competition, but he was made into a puppet and almost died.

The rest of the people from the Divine Sword Sect who came with them all survived.

He is incompetent!

How else could he meet Ling Xiao, the supreme leader of the Divine Sword Sect?

Among the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect who came with him and Ling Wuhen, the youngest was only twelve years old, and the oldest was only eighteen years old. They came just to see the world.

But the moment they arrived at the Sword King Sect, tragedy happened.

Although he and Ling Wuhen resisted desperately, there were too many enemies and too strong, and they were unable to do anything.

Just watching helplessly, the young disciples were killed one by one in front of the two of them.

At that moment, he really wanted to die!

He wants to die together with the Sword King Sect!

But even with such a small request, he couldn't do it because he was too weak, really too weak. In front of the masters of the Sword King Sect, he could only be heartbroken.

But nothing can be done.

He and Ling Wuhen survived, but they were put on slave masks and thrown into the Colosseum to participate in bloody fights.

He thought he would never see anyone from the Divine Sword Sect again in his life, and he thought he would live such a useless life.

But Ling Xiao appeared!

There was a touch of softness in his painful eyes, and he started to cry loudly.

To be able to make a strong man cry like this shows how sad and unwilling he is in his heart!

"ah--!"

Painful cries resounded throughout the prison, and Dai Yuling, Lan Yu'er, and Leng Hao outside all felt bursts of sadness.

The two girls couldn't help but cry too.

Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect!

Faced with this situation, even Ling Xiao couldn't help crying.

But he knew he couldn't cry!

I have no right to cry!

From the day he became the supreme leader of the Divine Sword Sect, this sect has been closely related to his destiny.

He wants revenge!

Even if he can't destroy the Sword King Sect now, he will make the Sword King Sect pay a heavy price!

"Good brother, you have suffered!"

Ling Xiao gently held Ling Yihang's head in his arms, and then lightly patted his shoulder twice.

"I will avenge you! Whoever touches the Divine Sword Sect, I will destroy him!"

He let go of Ling Yihang and stood up, a surge of killing intent directly piercing the cage.

Boom!

He flew out like an eagle and stood in the mid-air of the Colosseum, overlooking the entire Colosseum. The blood-red eyes in his eyes seemed to be dripping with blood.

"People from the Sword King Sect, come out and die!"

There was nothing to worry about anymore. Ling Xiao just wanted revenge at this time. Seeing his good brother become like this, and hearing that his disciples from the Divine Sword Sect were slaughtered by the Sword King Sect, his heart was bleeding at the moment.

Maybe he doesn't have the strength to destroy everyone in the Sword King Sect, but he is confident that he can make the Sword King Sect never have peace!

And it all starts today!

From now on!

At this time, Ling Wuhen, Ling Yihang and others also followed out.

Seeing this scene, Wu Zonglian seemed to understand something, and his brows furrowed.

"Hahaha, this Yue Hua Zong bitch has lost his mind and gone crazy. How dare he confront the Sword King Sect?"

There were actually many members of the Sword King Sect present.

In addition to the ones sitting in front, there are also many staff members sent by the Sword King Sect to be responsible for the operation of the Colosseum.

The strength of these people is uneven, but their arrogant attitude seems to be carved from the same mold.

It was one of these people who spoke.

"He is not crazy. It seems that he has something to do with those two slaves. No wonder the Yuehua Sect has always been the last of the twelve sects. How can he be better if he hangs out with these useless slaves all day long? Where to go?”

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Roaring laughter spread throughout the Colosseum.

It even covered up the fighting that was still going on over there.

Although the Great Castle Master of Demon Castle City is stronger than the three half-step Tianzun with 50% strength, it is still impossible to resolve the battle immediately.

However, Ling Xiao didn't expect him to be able to resolve the battle so quickly. As long as he could hold off those three people, it was enough.

"It would be best if all the disciples of Yuehua Sect are thrown into this Colosseum and become slaves, hahaha."

An old man and a young man walked in outside the Colosseum door.

The old one is very strong, and the young one is not weak either.

The old man and the young man heard the news and rushed over. Unexpectedly, they saw a good show. The young man's voice was particularly harsh and loud amidst the roar of everyone's laughter.

"Chen Tian! Brother Ling, that's the guy. That guy killed the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect. He also severely injured Mr. Ling and I, and threw him here!"

Seeing the young man, Ling Yihang suddenly shouted.

Ling Xiao's eyes were cast on the proud young man. This man was at the ninth level of the extraordinary realm. It could be said that he was the strongest person below the Half-Step Heavenly Lord.

He must have a place among the core disciples of the Sword King Sect, perhaps second only to Wu Zonglian.

However, no matter who he is, he will die today!

Ling Xiao's eyes were filled with cold murderous intent, as if two sharp swords were piercing Chen Tian's body directly.

"Who told you to do this?"

There was no emotion in his voice, like a question coming from hell.

"Idiot! Do I still need someone else to give me orders? I was just in a bad mood that day, so I happened to meet them to kill time!"

Chen Tian felt the threat of death in his heart, and there was a terrible chill, forcing him to almost kneel down.

However, he is ranked fourth among the ten core disciples of the Sword King Sect, and he is also one of the contestants of the four factions this time.

He is not as useless as Wu Zui.

The roared voice was an answer, and at the same time it was also emboldening myself.

He was very angry. What was so angry was that he would be frightened by the eyes of a disciple from a low-level sect. This was simply a great shame and humiliation!

"Very good! I'm not in a good mood right now, so I'll take it out on you!"

Suddenly, Ling Xiao's figure turned into a stream of light, and electricity shot toward Chen Tian.

The old man beside Chen Tian tried to stop him, but in the end he was a step too late.

Bang!

The stream of light hit Chen Tian's body, and Chen Tian's body was thrown away like a kite with its string broken.

A trace of blood drew a bloody parabola.

"This kick is for Ling Wuhen. He is my benefactor and my guide. You shouldn't hurt him!"

Chen Tian didn't have time to speak.

Bang!

Another kick flew up, and his body that was about to land was kicked up again and thrown high into the sky.

Blood spurted out again, even the fragments of internal organs were scattered.

The old man who came with Chen Tian desperately tried to capture Ling Xiao's figure in an attempt to save Chen Tian.

But it was useless. In front of Ling Xiao's Yunlong Divine Movement, the old man's movements were like a child's tricks, meaningless.

He didn't even have a chance to save Chen Tian. Chen Tian was kicked out faster than his body skills.

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