Tyrant Sky Martial Soul

"Qualifications, qualifications! You always talk about qualifications! As if you have some huge advantage and yet you're dying?

Don't you find your own words utterly ridiculous?"

Looking at the Purple Thunder General, Ling Xiao's eyes reflected intense disgust.

This man is truly laughable and utterly detestable. Despite having a much greater cultivation level than Ling Xiao, he hasn't really gained much advantage throughout the ordeal.

He keeps talking as if he's giving way to Ling Xiao.

Just his mouth alone gave Ling Xiao a reason to utterly defeat him.

"Ridiculous? No, you'll soon understand what I mean!"

Purple Thunder Martial Soul—Fusion!"

The Purple Thunder General actually never imagined that Ling Xiao could push him to this extent, forcing him to use his final resort.

A rampant Purple Thunder Martial Soul instantly rushed into his body, and then, his entire skin turned purple.

A terrifying thunder and lightning danced over his skin.

At this time, he seemed like a true Thunder God.

If it were just this, it would only be a change in appearance.

But in reality, it's not just that.

With the moment of Martial Soul Fusion, the Purple Thunder General's aura rapidly surged.

He even gave people a false impression that standing there was no longer the general but a mighty Thunder God Lightning Lord!

"Boom!"

A terrifying roar erupted from the Purple Thunder General's body, breaking through the clouds and shattering the haze in the sky.

And at this moment, he even raised his aura to the Eleventh Layer Hell Peak of the First Cycle Yin-Yang Realm!

Even though this isn't true cultivation level, merely due to the fusion of the Purple Thunder Martial Soul, it made his power appear to reach that level.

It was still enough to terrify people.

This aura is too powerful, too dreadful.

It could instantly crush a martial artist's confidence.

"This is probably the true power of the Purple Thunder General, and I used to think Ling Xiao might have a chance.

Now it looks like the general was just playing, and Ling Xiao has no hope left."

Among the crowd, the Demon Dragon Envoy from the Demon Dragon Sect sighed, finding himself quite laughable.

"Indeed, Ling Xiao is certainly doomed."

This was the thought shared by everyone.

Including Xiao Jin, who was deeply worried for Ling Xiao.

But at this moment, the Blue Thunder General was holding him off, and he couldn't go to aid Ling Xiao.

The cultivation level of the Purple Thunder General at the Late Stage of the Eleventh Layer Hell was already terrifying enough.

In truth, anyone with discerning eyes could see that although Ling Xiao resisted, the general was still overall dominant.

And now, the general's power had risen to the frightening Eleventh Layer Hell Peak!

Ling Xiao probably couldn't withstand any of his attacks.

As expected, miracles are ultimately created by gods, not ordinary people - impossible.

Ling Xiao's brow furrowed tightly.

Indeed, after his opponent's Martial Soul fusion, with his vastly increased combat power, he almost had no way to compete with him.

Unless using the Soul of the Butterfly Girl and the Power of the Tyrant Universe.

But has it really reached a point where he must use trump cards?

Are there no other ways to counter the opponent?

He truly didn't want to do that in his heart.

Among the crowd, the remaining martial artists from the Three Great Families wore expressions of schadenfreude upon seeing this scene.

"Finally! Ling Xiao is finally going to die!

This terrifying demon!"

But as a colleague of the Purple Thunder General, the Blue Thunder General felt immensely emotional: "This boy! To push the powerful general to this extent.

Even I couldn't achieve such a feat.

Even if he dies, he can be proud."

At this moment, no one thought Ling Xiao had even the slightest chance of victory.

The instant the general's combat power soared, people seemed to see Ling Xiao's demise.

The general looked coldly at Ling Xiao.

No longer the embarrassment and fear from before.

He returned to his proud demeanor.

He looked down on Ling Xiao from above and said faintly, "To force me to fuse the Purple Thunder Martial Soul, you are the first in the whole Chen Dynasty.

So, you don't need to feel your death is unjust.

On the contrary, you can be proud of it!"

Ling Xiao didn't speak, just looked at the general indifferently.

The Tai Chi Eye was frantically running.

The general's arrogance gave Ling Xiao another opportunity.

He put away one of the Eight Immortals Sword, leaving only one, and then, his whole being seemed to fuse completely with the surrounding space.

At that moment, he moved.

Suddenly moved.

His speed was so slow it made people anxious, his long sword aimed straight at the general's chest vital points, but at such a speed, how could it possibly hit?

At first sight, this sword was plain and simple, with no special qualities.

If anything was special, it was too slow, slower than a typical martial artist's attack speed!

It could even be said to be ordinary, not even as good as Ling Xiao's previous attacks.

The general sneered coldly: "Is this your plan to give up? I understand you; facing an unbeatable opponent, you can only do this."

Amid the cold laughter, he gently raised his right hand, which shimmered with purple-blue light, ready to grasp the sword directly.

To him, such a slow and ordinary sword, such a laughable sword, what's there to fear?

"It's over!"

The general's smile blossomed again.

Yet, in the next instant, the smile suddenly froze.

That sword move that seemed too ordinary immediately underwent a change.

The sword that was slow to the point of anxiousness suddenly sped up at the moment when the general's hand was about to touch Ling Xiao's sword.

And it instantly reached the extreme of speed.

Before it was slow to impatience.

Now it's fast to surprise.

The sword sliced across the general's arm, aimed for the general's chest.

A sinister killing intent seeped from the sword's tip, filling the general's body.

"Not good!"

The general only then sensed the problem, his entire body erupted with violent thunder, a terrifying aura shooting outward.

Both hands struck fiercely towards Ling Xiao.

"Too late!

Fast and Slow Sword Intent—Shadow Sword Demon!"

The Fast and Slow Sword Intent, a sword intent Ling Xiao once comprehended, was understood at the White Tiger Summit on the White Tiger Continent.

Since coming to the Xuanwu Continent, it had never been used.

Today, it was unleashed because this move is obscure, merely a sword intent, so people wouldn't connect him with the Ling Xiao from the White Tiger Continent.

More importantly, the Fast and Slow Sword Intent often leads to unexpected results, enabling him to wound the general despite being in an extremely unfavorable situation.

Ling Xiao's expression was placid, devoid of emotion.

As his voice rang out, his body completely merged into the sword light.

He unexpectedly evaded the general's blockage.

Continuing to thrust forward.

"Sss..."

The soft sound was enough to make countless hearts tremble.

Because Ling Xiao's sword hit the general, even piercing through the general's defense, penetrating the general's skin.

Afterward, it pierced through the general's chest.

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