Ling Bi hugged her arms in front of her chest, and her chest was slightly up and down rhythmically, like a steady war drum.

His eyes were firm and sharp, just like the cold stars flashing in the cold night. Every time he nodded, it seemed like he had a thousand pounds of force, and there was no doubt.

They felt like a mirror in their hearts. In this huge town dynasty, except for those hidden old monsters who have been living in seclusion all year round and are as mysterious as fog, Ling Xiao's strength is indeed top-notch and he is hard to come by.

This praise for Ling Xiao is by no means a false statement of flattery.

Seeing this, the young man frowned instantly, and the blood-colored crystal stones on his forehead seemed like ignited flames, and they flickered with the violent fluctuations of his emotions.

The horns above the head also shone with faint light, as if they were sending a silent warning.

He snorted coldly, his voice was like a dull thunder. The lightning lights around him exploded instantly, making a "crackling" sound. The silver-gray suit flew violently against the backdrop of the lightning, like a battle flag roaring in the wind.

"Batian Emperor Ling Xiao? Is he a star realm or a Cangyue realm?"

In that tone, contempt and doubt were like a surging tide, surging wildly.

Ling Xiao's eyes instantly turned cold like ice, just like the solid ice that had not melted for thousands of years in the deep cold pool.

The light blue stars around her body were like a ignited beacon, suddenly swelling with dazzling light.

The ground under my feet was overwhelmed and dense cracks instantly appeared, like a broken spider web.

He took a step forward suddenly, and when this step fell, it seemed like a thunder sounded on the ground, and the powerful pressure rushed towards the young man like a surging tide.

"A slut, can realm represent a person's strength?"

His voice was as loud as a bell, making the air around him buzz, like a war drum repeatedly hit by a heavy hammer.

"Our great Emperor of Heaven has only a mere Heavenly Realm, but killing a guy like you is easy to get rid of!"

At the end, he waved his hand suddenly, his movements as fast as lightning. A light blade turned into a force of stars roared out, brushing the young man's ears and flew over, causing a sharp sound of wind.

The light blade left a bottomless gully on the distant mountain wall. The stones on the mountain wall fell down and raised a piece of dust.

Ling Xiao glanced at the young man with a blue face, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The smile seemed to be able to see through all the other person's thoughts.

"This time I came, I received the decree of the Emperor Ba Tian, ​​and advised you to surrender in the sea of ​​demons. There is no need to do such a meaningless thing, and you will die miserably in the end."

His words were calm and cold, just like the biting wind of the cold winter month, but with a chilling deterrent force, as if the majesty of the Emperor Ba Tian poured out without reservation through his words.

"Heavenly Realm?" The young man's voice instantly rose by octave, as if he was ignited.

His eyes were full of disbelief, as if he had heard the most absurd joke in the world.

The lightning around him was like a wild horse running wildly, making a harsh sound.

"Are you playing with me? How dare a mere warrior in the Heavenly Realm be called the No. 1 in the Star Realm?"

He was so angry that his whole body was trembling, his hands clenched into fists, and the lightning light at his fingertips condensed into sharp thunder thorns, and the cold light flashed, ready to launch a fatal blow at any time.

Ling Xiao slowly shook his head, with a look of pity on his face, as if he was looking at an ignorant and fearless child.

"Our great Emperor Ba Tian is not something you can understand. In my eyes, he is extremely powerful!"

"How about it, do you dare to take my move? If you can take it, I will immediately admit defeat; if you don't dare, just pretend I didn't say it!"

In the last sentence, he almost said it against the young man's face, and the scorching breath sprayed on the young man's face, his eyes full of provocation and confidence, as if he was declaring to the other party: You are definitely not my opponent.

The young man's mouth raised slightly, outlining a faint smile with a cynical smile, with a bit of teasing in his tone: "Are you provoking me?"

There was a playful light flowing in the light golden eyes, as if everything in front of me was just a funny farce.

His slender fingers were gently bent and bounced the blood-colored crystals embedded in the forehead. A dark purple arc splashed instantly, winding through the air, outlining mysterious and twisted runes, as if telling some ancient and powerful power.

There was no concealment in his voice: "It's just a trick."

Ling Xiao frowned slightly, and just as he was about to speak, the young man suddenly raised his head and laughed. His laughter was like rolling thunder, with a shocking power, which made the thick clouds around him begin to surge, like a disturbed giant beast.

He reached out and pulled off the silver ribbon between his neck casually, showing his unruly movements, and took the opportunity to tie up his long hair at will, revealing the hideous monster pattern on his neck.

Under the dark red light, the patterns seemed to be alive centipedes, slowly squirming under the skin, exuding a terrifying atmosphere.

The young man's eyes were a little careless, and he swept over the scabbard that was faintly visible on Ling Xiao's waist with contempt, and his tone was full of mockery: "It's okay, I'll take your move. If you don't even go to the Star List, I don't believe it. Can you still hurt me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the space around him began to twist violently, like a calm lake surface being thrown into a huge rock, rippling in layers.

Countless tiny thunder lights quickly gathered in his palms, and the light became more and more powerful. In the blink of an eye, it condensed into a thunder ball that kept spinning.

The thunder ball made a tingling scream, as if venting endless energy. Electric arcs continued to burst out on the sphere, burning the nearby air sizzling, and a pungent smell of burnt filled the air.

Behind the young man, a hunched old woman leaned on a bone stick and rushed up quickly.

Every time she takes a step, a string of black corrupt marks will be left under her feet, and wherever she passes, it emits a disgusting smell of rotten smell.

The black robe fluttered with her movements, bringing out a stinking storm of wind, as if carrying the breath of death.

The old woman's sunken eye sockets were beating wildly, as if she was heralding an upcoming crisis.

Her withered fingers were like dry branches, holding on to the young man's sleeves, her joints turned slightly white due to force, and she said anxiously: "Don't underestimate the enemy! This guy is not necessarily worse than that big man."

As if to echo her words, the skull at the top of the bone staff suddenly opened its jaw and made a sharp warning sound. The sound was as harsh as nails scratching metal, echoing in this space, making it creepy.

The young man was impatient and shook the old woman's hand hard. The horns on the head instantly shone with a dazzling golden light, like a burning torch.

"Don't worry, I know it."
Chapter completed!