But Ling Xiao did not move in place, as if the earth-shaking blow just now was just a breeze blowing by.

He didn't even move his steps, and he still walked forward with steady steps. His calm attitude seemed to have just done something insignificant.

Ni Shuanghan's face sternly, and his originally cold face was full of shock and reluctance.

She bit her lips tightly, revealing her unyielding stubbornness in her eyes. She held the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, and was about to take action again. A majestic voice came from the hall like a bell: "Shuanghan, I have already shown mercy and must not be rude!"

The sound seemed to have an invisible pressure, which made Ni Shuanghan's movements froze instantly.

Ni Shuanghan looked at Ling Xiao angrily, and his eyes showed fear of Ling Xiao's strength and anger caused by being stopped in public.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm down the emotions in her heart. Finally, she slowly put down the sword in her hand and stopped the movement.

Ling Xiao shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly in his heart.

He naturally knew why Ni Shuanghan suddenly took action. There was no way. He had accidentally seen Fairy Ni in the inn before, and was attacked by the other party like this. It seemed that there was no reason.

Thinking of this, he could only sigh inwardly, tidy up his clothes that were a little messy by Ni Shuanghan's sword energy, and then took big steps toward the hall.

In the hall, the atmosphere was solemn and dignified, and there was a sense of awesomeness.

Sitting upright are several top powerhouses of the Great Town Dynasty. Each of them is like a towering mountain, exuding a powerful aura.

The leader was the mysterious red robe palm sacrifice. He was wearing a bright red robe as bright as blood, with various mysterious and strange runes embroidered on it, and an elusive aura was emitting all over his body, as if from another mysterious world, which was daunting.

Next to it is Qin Xianglan, who Ling Xiao knew. She is still wearing the long dress of a lilac, with a graceful figure and a beautiful face, but at this moment, there is a hint of solemnity and worry in her eyes.

There are also several powerful people Ling Xiao doesn’t know.

One of them was wearing a colorful feathered robe with a pair of huge wings on his back, and colorful light shining on his wings. He was the leader of the feather clan.

He was tall and sharp, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and his body exuded an innate nobility and majesty.

The other one was wearing a water-blue robe with turbulent wave patterns embroidered on the robe, and was the leader of the Aquarium.

He has a kind face and a deep eyes as deep as the sea, as if he has endless wisdom and power.

There is also an old man wearing a Taoist robe, holding a whisk in his hand, and his fairy-like Taoist priest is the master of Xuantian Temple.

His expression was calm, as if nothing in the world could cause his turmoil.

In addition, there are several other strong men.

They are several of the "One Holy and Ten Kings" who were once famous in the Dazhen Dynasty.

But now, the Holy Lord of the Great Town was killed by the Demon Spirit King, and the King of Sword Dugu Sheng was also killed by Ling Xiao.

The King of Qin did not come, and the Emperor of the Dazhen Dynasty Liu Wu was also practicing in seclusion, so he did not show up.

Now that the only one who has come here is the Seven Kings.

The ones who came were the King of Feathers, King of Water, Master Xuantian Temple, Red Robe Palm Sacrifice, Ni Shuanghan’s master "Sword King Bai Qiuchi", one-eyed old monster, and Gun King Sikong Xuan!

Ling Xiao was tall and stepped into the solemn hall with steady steps.

In the main hall, magnificent beams and pillars tower into the clouds, with lifelike patterns of divine beasts carved on them, as if they would break out of the pillars at any time; the ground was paved with mirror-like marble, reflecting the majesty or deep faces of everyone.

The candlelight in the hall swayed, pulling everyone's figures long, adding a bit of mystery and solemnity.

Ling Xiao's eyes swept over the people in the hall, all of whom were the top strong men of the big town dynasty, each of which exuded a terrifying aura.

He did not dare to slack off at all, so he quickly clasped his fists and gave a big respectful gift to everyone, bent his body in a perfect curve, showing humility and respect.

Then, he said aloud: "I have met you seniors!"

The sound was clear and loud, echoing in the empty hall and never dispersed for a long time.

Everyone looked at Ling Xiao who was bowing, and a trace of surprise flashed in their eyes, as if a stone was thrown into the calm lake surface, ripples arose.

Obviously, they did not expect that this young man who has become famous and powerful now is so polite.

After all, in the world, many young and famous people are often arrogant and arrogant.

The Red Robe Palm Sacrifice sat upright at the top, wearing a bright red robe as bright as blood, with various mysterious and strange runes embroidered on it, and shining with cold light under the reflection of the candlelight, like a messenger from hell.

His eyes were as deep as an abyss, as if there were endless secrets and murderous intents. At this moment, he was staring at Ling Xiao tightly and nodding slightly. It seemed that he recognized Ling Xiao's etiquette, but there was a cold murderous intent in his eyes inadvertently.

The murderous intent was like an invisible sharp blade, piercing straight towards Ling Xiao, making Ling Xiao feel like falling into an ice cellar in an instant.

It turned out that the Holy Temple suffered an unprecedented heavy blow because of Ling Xiao.

In that tragic battle, not only did many top masters die in the Holy Temple, but even the mysterious place of shelter was sealed by Ling Xiao with the supreme holy pattern formation.

Now, if the people in the Holy Temple want to come out of that sealed land, they will have to pay a huge price. At the least, they will be seriously injured in their vitality, and at the worst, their lives will be in danger.

The Red Robe Palm Sacrifice is the core figure of the Holy Hall, and he naturally hates Ling Xiao to the core. Although he is calm on the surface, the murderous intent in his heart is tumbling like a surging tide.

The copper bells hanging from the eaves swayed gently in the wind, making a tiny and crisp sound, as if the hall was whispering something.

However, this subtle sound could not conceal the increasingly solemn atmosphere in the hall, as if a storm was about to come.

The sword king Bai Qiuchi was wearing a plain white robe, with white hair as white as snow, and casually spread on his shoulders, adding a bit of fairy-like charm.

He gently stroked his long snow-white beard and looked at Ling Xiao, who was tall in the middle of the hall with interest, his eyes full of appreciation and curiosity.

Finally, he took the lead in breaking the silence, and his voice was loud and cheerful: "A young man is so terrifying to have such cultivation at such a young age!

In time, it will surely become a legend in the world."

Ling Xiao leaned forward slightly and bowed respectfully again. His clear voice echoed in the hall: "Senior praised me, compared with the noble disciple Ni Shuanghan, I am really ashamed of myself.

Miss Ni has excellent sword skills and a tough mind. With time, she will definitely surpass her younger generations."

His words are humble and polite, but his expression is neither humble nor arrogant. His body exudes a calm demeanor after hardship, as if he can be calm no matter how praise or doubts he faces.
Chapter completed!