"Whoever allows you to die will allow you!" The voice was filled with anger and grief, as if questioning every warrior who chose to self-destruct.

Ling Xiao hadn't cried for a long time, but when he saw the warriors of the Domineering Empire choose to self-destruct and die there in order to defend the country, his tears flowed out unconsciously.

His heart was filled with self-blame and pain, and he felt that he had not protected these brothers and sisters who had lived and died for him. He looked at the messy battlefield and the dead and those who were still fighting, and a strong sense of anger and strength surged in his heart.

"Young Master!"

"Brother Ling!"

"Boy Ling!"

"His Majesty!"

...

Countless people looked at the angry and sad young man in the sky and shouted desperately. Their voices were filled with surprise and hope, as if that was the only dawn they saw in the darkness. In their hearts, Ling Xiao was their backbone, their hope, and everything.

As long as Ling Xiao appears, they believe that this war still has a turning point and their country still has a future.

At this moment, the atmosphere on the battlefield became more tense and full of expectations, and everyone's eyes were focused on Ling Xiao in the sky, waiting for his next action.

Zhang Ji, wearing a white robe, slowly turned his head and his eyes fell on Ling Xiao who came from the distant sky.

His brows frowned slightly, his eyes full of confusion. In his impression, Ling Xiao has always been like a hunter hiding in the dark, accustomed to using sneak attacks and unexpectedly giving his opponent a fatal blow.

But this time, Ling Xiao appeared openly and without any concealment in front of everyone. His posture seemed to have completely exposed himself to the clear place, which was really different from his previous style of conduct.

The white-robed Zhangshen couldn't help but mutter in his heart, and at the same time he noticed the almost substantial expression of anger on Ling Xiao's face, which made him even more confused.

He thought to himself that Ling Xiao's sister and fiancée had not encountered any accidents. Although he was injured, it was not a serious injury that endangered his life. According to common sense, Ling Xiao should not be so angry, and the degree of anger seemed to be far beyond the normal range.

He really couldn't understand Ling Xiao's overreaction at this time, and even guessed in his heart that he was angry for those warriors who were as lowly and useless as ants in his eyes?

In the eyes of the White Robe Palm Sacrifice, those warriors are just unremarkable existences. It is simply inexplicable and unreasonable to get angry for them.

However, Ling Xiao's anger was a thing worthy of joy for the white-robed palm festival. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he thought secretly in his heart that he wanted to immerse Ling Xiao in the anger and unable to extricate himself, and then lead him step by step into the abyss of despair.

Moreover, Ling Xiao did not use sneak attack tactics like before, but appeared openly, which is undoubtedly a great thing for the temple. This means that the people in the temple can deal with him more calmly and formulate more comprehensive strategies to deal with this difficult opponent.

The only thing that made the White Robe Palm Sacrifice feel a little regretful is that the traps they carefully arranged for dealing with sneak attackers seemed to be wasted at this moment. The mechanisms and ambushes hidden in the dark were originally intended to give Ling Xiao a surprise, but now they have lost their place to use them.

Just as the white robe and palm sacrificed his thoughts, Ling Xiao landed rapidly from the sky like a falling meteor.

In an instant, a terrifying evil aura was centered on him and spread around like a surging tide. The evil aura seemed to be a roar from the evil ghosts from the Nine Nether Hell, with endless killing intentions, making the air around it seem as if it had solidified.

The warriors in the sacred temples along the way felt this terrifying aura, and their faces turned pale and their eyes were filled with fear. They were like frightened birds, making way to both sides, fearing that they would accidentally anger Ling Xiao, who was like a madman, and would bring disaster to death.

In their hearts, Ling Xiao is like a killing god from hell, and no one dares to provoke him easily.

However, not all the warriors of the Holy Temple have such self-knowledge. Among the crowd, there was a powerful man in the Star Realm who was like a fool, who seemed to have no idea how much anger had reached in Ling Xiao's heart at this time.

His eyes turned scarlet due to excitement, and his whole body fell into a state of intertwined mania and greed. At this moment, he was only thinking about one thing, that is, as long as he could kill Ling Xiao, he could become a hero in the temple and gain endless glory and wealth.

So, while shouting loudly, "Kill him, I am the hero of the Holy Church!", he rushed towards Ling Xiao like a moth to the fire.

In the sky above the battlefield filled with smoke and blood, the wind was howling and dark clouds rolled, as if the whole world was wailing for this tragic killing. Ling Xiao was like a demon from hell, emitting a terrifying aura around him, floating in the air.

The middle-level strong man in the Star Realm who was ignorant of his life and death actually tried to drive a car to block Ling Xiao's way. His face was covered in ferociousness and shouted fiercely, trying to cover up his inner fear with words. Ling Xiao glanced at him coldly, and his eyes seemed to penetrate his soul, making the strong man fall into an ice cellar in an instant.

I heard Ling Xiao spit out a cold and decisive word: "Get out!", the word "Get out!", as if it had a thousand pounds of force, echoing in the air, shaking the surrounding air trembled.

However, the strong man did not listen to Ling Xiao's warning, but instead rushed towards Ling Xiao even more crazily. The weapon in his hand flashed with cold light, with a fierce aura.

A trace of disdain flashed in Ling Xiao's eyes. He slowly raised his arm, and the long sword in his hand instantly burst out with dazzling light, as if it was a flame from hell. He waved his sword light and a sharp sword light crossed the sky like lightning, with endless power and murderous intent, slashing towards the strong man.

"Boom!" There was a loud bang, as if the thunder between heaven and earth exploded. The sword light instantly devoured the middle-level powerhouse of the Star Realm. The powerful force tore his body into pieces, and blood fell on the ground like raindrops.

Without any suspense, this sword sent this arrogant strong man to another world, as simple as sending him to get a lunch box.
Chapter completed!