"It's just you? Your mother, Jiang Xiruo, can't get even a cent from me. What can you, a mere brat at the seventh level of the Martial Spirit Realm, do?" Ji Haisheng's voice was full of confidence and arrogance.

It seemed that in his eyes, Ling Xiao was just an ant worth mentioning.

Ji Haisheng's comments were not unfounded. Ling Xiao had indeed just undergone a transformation. He devoured the essence of Ji Tianyan's energy and blood, and as a result, his cultivation level improved by leaps and bounds, reaching the seventh level of the Martial Soul Realm in one fell swoop.

However, this realm still seems insignificant in front of a strong Tianhe realm like Ji Haisheng. Ji Haisheng not only belongs to the Tianhe realm like Ji Tianyan, but his cultivation is deeper and his strength is stronger. The gap between the two is like

The gap is difficult to bridge.

"Really? Your son Ji Tianyan, not long ago, said similar words to me with the same confidence and arrogance."

Ling Xiao's tone was calm and indifferent, as if he was stating a fact that was insignificant to him, but those deep eyes were flashing with complex emotions. Was it helplessness, indignation, or a subtle determination?

Although his tone was light, it was like a heavy hammer, hitting Ji Haisheng's heart hard, making him couldn't help but recall the son he was once so proud of, but now he has turned into a pile of loess.

Ling Xiao's heart was full of mixed feelings. He knew that with his own strength, it would be impossible to defeat Ji Haisheng head-on, but this did not prevent him from standing here and using his own way to defend his mother and fight against this injustice.

fate.

His eyes were firm, as if he was saying that even if he knew he was going to die, he would still let this old thief see his unyielding and courageous attitude.

"This kid is simply asking for his own death!" Huang Xiangu, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, snorted, her eyes full of disdain and contempt. In her opinion, Ling Xiao's behavior was tantamount to throwing an egg at a stone and overestimating his own abilities.

"Whether you are seeking death or not, it doesn't matter now." Huang Hai shook his head gently, with a hint of helplessness and relief in his tone, "Once strong men like Ji Haisheng take action, we will be like ants, unable to intervene at all. We still have peace of mind.

Let's watch the show, at least this battle is exciting enough."

Huang Hai's words revealed a detached attitude. He seemed to have seen through the outcome of this battle, and he also knew that he and others were insignificant and powerless in front of such powerful men. Although his words were light, they were like the cold wind.

A breath of fresh air brings a sense of clarity in the tense atmosphere.

However, at this moment, Ji Haisheng's voice sounded like thunder, with undoubted majesty and murderous intent: "Boy, I'm giving you face, right? How dare you provoke me like this, today, I will do it in front of you

In front of my mother, let me give you a taste of despair!"

Before he finished speaking, he moved and appeared in front of Ling Xiao like a ghost. When he raised his hand, a majestic spiritual power gathered into his palm and suddenly attacked Ling Xiao with an aura that could destroy the world.

At this moment, the air seemed to freeze, and everyone's eyes were focused on this palm, waiting for the upcoming shocking collision.

This palm condenses the essence of Ji Haisheng's lifelong cultivation. Its power is so powerful that it is as if the Milky Way is upside down and the universe is upside down. In the entire Demon Suppression Mansion, there are only a handful of people who can compete with it. Wherever the wind of the palm passes, the space seems to be like

They were all torn apart, leaving shocking cracks, demonstrating the terrifying power of this blow.

Facing this palm that could shake the mountains and rivers, Ling Xiao did not flinch or fear at all. He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to absorb all the power between heaven and earth into his body, and held the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword tightly with both hands.

, black energy lingers, like a dragon in the abyss about to wake up, releasing a heart-stopping and terrifying aura.

As demon cultivators, the relationship between Ling Xiao and Demon Lord Black Sky Sword has long gone beyond a simple relationship between using and being used. They are more like partners with connected hearts and blood.

Therefore, when Ling Xiao activated the sword, the power displayed was far beyond what others could imagine. The sword flashed, as if it could split the void and fly away directly from Ji Haisheng's palm.

However, even though Ling Xiao tried his best, the gap in strength was ultimately difficult to make up. Although the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword was strong, it still seemed powerless under Ji Haisheng's terrifying palm.

When the sword energy met the palm wind, a dazzling light burst out in an instant. Along with the deafening roar, the sword energy was shattered into pieces and turned into dots of starlight and dissipated in the air.

However, what is unexpected is that Ji Haisheng's attack failed to completely gain the upper hand. While smashing the Lingxiao sword energy, his palm wind as heavy as a mountain seemed to be offset by an invisible force. In an instant,

Dissipated into the invisible. This scene shocked everyone present, and they all cast their eyes in disbelief.

Ji Haisheng looked at the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword in Ling Xiao's hand, with an unconcealable greed and excitement flashing in his eyes. He laughed, his voice full of pride and arrogance:

"Okay! Okay, okay! It is indeed the legendary treasure! The power of the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword is far beyond my imagination. You, a mere martial soul realm boy, can actually block my attack with the help of its power.

It really opened my eyes. If I can get this sword, who else in the entire Demon Suppressing Mansion can be my opponent?"

His laughter echoed on the battlefield, full of strong greed. However, Ling Xiao just looked at him coldly, without any wavering or fear in his eyes.

Ji Haisheng's eyes shone with greed, which was a kind of fanaticism in the endless pursuit of power.

He waved his hand lightly, and the space seemed to be torn apart. A huge giant cauldron appeared out of thin air, suspended in mid-air, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere. This giant cauldron was not only his powerful weapon, but also his weapon.

The embodiment of soul power, the two merge into one, forming a magical power that is unparalleled in the world.

The giant cauldron rotates slowly, and it seems to be connected to an endless abyss. Hot breath spurts out from it, turning into bright and terrifying flames. These flames are different from ordinary fire, they carry destructive power.

, as if it can burn out all matter and soul in the world, returning everything to nothingness.

"Son!" Jiang Xiruo's voice was full of horror and despair that could not be concealed. She watched helplessly as the flames that could devour everything approached Ling Xiao, and her heart was filled with helplessness and pain. She knew the horror of the flames.

At this point, Ling Xiao's current strength is simply impossible to resist.

At the same time, Jin Yan also made an amazing move.

As if he sensed Ling Xiao's crisis, he rose into the sky desperately, turning into a golden stream of light and rushing straight towards the raging flames. His eyes flashed with determination, as if he wanted to help Ling Xiao in his own way.
Chapter completed!