No wonder Ling Xiao is so domineering. He wants to destroy the Ancient Sword Immortal Palace. His strength may not be enough, but the military power of the Tyrant Empire is definitely enough.

"Gujian Immortal Palace, we are in trouble!"

Ji Mingshuang's face looked very ugly.

She never thought that the Tyrant Empire that had risen so terrifyingly would actually belong to Ling Xiao.

How can this be!

It must be a bluff!

definitely is!

"Kill him for me!"

Ji Mingshuang's eyes were cold, she waved her hand, and the twelve swords behind her shot through the air.

These twelve swordsmen, including Mr. Tianjian, there are twelve people in total. Each of them has reached the level of the Thirteen Gods in their current cultivation level, although the level is quite different.

But it's also rare.

The twelve people did not include Leng Mei.

Leng Mei was still at the Tianji Shrine at this time.

These twelve people are the ones Ji Mingshuang trusts most.

Twelve people rose up and attacked Ling Xiao at the same time.

Twelve sword energies stabbed Ling Xiao at the same time.

That kind of scene would probably make even the powerful men from the Thirteen God Realms feel extremely trembling.

But Ling Xiao is only at the realm king level of the Twelve God Realms.

He stood there with an expression of indifference and calm.

It was as if these twelve people were just a bunch of wood to him.

"roll!"

Suddenly, Ling Xiao shouted loudly.

The sound was not loud, but it was fused with astonishing soul power and invaded the bodies of twelve people.

These twelve people saw what Ling Xiao saw when he faced the high priest that day.

Ling Xiao's figure seemed to be the most terrifying existence in the world, tall and mighty.

And they are the ants at Ling Xiao's feet.
Chapter completed!