Tyrant Sky Martial Soul

In this underground world, the market share of the Fan family's medicinal products is as high as ninety percent.

Basically, martial artists who need to buy pills and special foods will choose them.

The allowance for the use of pills and special foods is actually just to promote their products.

"Am I ignorant?"

Ling Xiao smiled slightly and said, "So, you still have a trump card?"

"Of course, I originally wanted to let you die swiftly, but since you are so ungrateful, I can only go all out and let you die without a complete corpse, perishing under the most painful torture!"

As he spoke, the aura on Yin Mang's body grew stronger and stronger.

A terrifying momentum continuously surged, forming more and more poisonous whirlwinds around his body.

These poisonous whirlwinds could be used for both defense and attack, making them the best weapon for him.

But this was not his killer move.

That punch from Ling Xiao really shocked him immensely.

However, fear was another matter.

To know, if Yin Mang was under thirty years old, then he would at least be at the level of the Heavenly Sea Seven Little Saints.

The only ones he admired were the Four Heroes of the Heavenly Sea and the genius "An Shenyue" of the Dark Divine Temple.

That is the strongest genius of the Dark Divine Temple and the person about to participate in the White Tiger Summit.

In the White Tiger Empire, he is definitely ranked in the top three.

Moreover, An Shenyue is the young master of the Dark Divine Temple.

If the young master knew that Yin Mang was killed by Ling Xiao, a martial artist from the Dragon and Phoenix Continent, then even if his corpse was sent back to the Dark Divine Temple, it would be fed to fish.

Because it would be too humiliating.

Moreover, he hadn't yet displayed his strongest ultimate skill, and he couldn't believe that Ling Xiao could withstand it.

Looking at the Yin Mang in front of him, Ling Xiao felt that this person truly did not understand the heights of heaven and the depths of earth.

A glint of cold light flashed in his eyes; since the other party was courting death, he could not be blamed.

He did not necessarily have to be an enemy of the Dark Divine Temple, but if the Dark Divine Temple wanted to kill him, then he had no reason to retreat.

"Then let you use this last ultimate skill and die convincingly."

Ling Xiao's words made Yin Mang's face even darker.

He looked coldly at Ling Xiao, a grim expression appeared on his face, "Good, so very arrogant.

But unfortunately, once I unleash this move, you will have no chance left."

Boom!

As soon as the words fell, a strong gale arose on the arena, but it was a toxic gale.

Many spectators in the front rows hurriedly used their means to shield themselves from these poisonous mists.

But Ling Xiao stood within the poisonous mist, breathing freely, as if such things were of no concern to him.

Behind Yin Mang, the giant spider Martial Soul came before him and merged with his Yin-Yang Elemental Force.

A terrifying aura was continuously being released.

"This is my ultimate skill, the Dark Divine Temple's signature martial arts — Giant Spider Thousand-Poison Palm!"

At that moment, the giant spider pounced towards Ling Xiao.

And most terrifyingly, as the giant spider flew, its abdomen split open, and a large number of small spiders fell densely to the ground like ants, forming a dark mass that surrounded Ling Xiao.

Simultaneously, innumerable threads shot towards Ling Xiao, binding him tightly with no possibility of evasion.

"Haha, Ling Xiao is done for."

In a VIP room, Fan Ruolin clapped his hands and laughed, "If he hadn't let Yin Mang use this move and conceded, he might have had a chance to survive.

But now, I'm afraid he's undoubtedly doomed.

This signature martial art of the Dark Divine Temple, combined with the giant spider Martial Soul, is truly troublesome, even I would find it a bit tricky.

For some reason, Fan Ruolin always harbored a vague hostility towards Ling Xiao.

Of course, it might also be because Yin Mang is his man, so he definitely doesn't want Yin Mang to lose to Ling Xiao.

Moreover, at this moment, it's apparent that Yin Mang holds an absolute advantage in the battle, he seems already able to see Ling Xiao's tragic end.

In another VIP room, Jun Mochou also laughed: "It looks like Ling Xiao ends here.

I'm telling you, Leng Chan Fairy, I'm afraid he won't be able to fight me."

"The match isn't over, why rush to a conclusion so early, aren't you afraid of being embarrassed?"

Sun Leng Chan smiled slightly.

Ling Xiao's life or death isn't of much concern to her since she could get her twenty stalks of Dragon Blood Grass back even if Ling Xiao died.

But at this moment, she has such confidence in Ling Xiao.

Because she remembered the move Ling Xiao used against Shangguan Qing Er at the Medicine King Pavilion.

If that move is unleashed, it's likely Yin Mang would meet his end.

But why isn't he using it?

To be honest, Sun Leng Chan was also a bit puzzled.

"Hahaha, Leng Chan Fairy, you didn't fancy that kid, did you? To think so highly of him, but alas he only has that level of skill, no matter how you look at him, it's meaningless."

Jun Mochou mocked.

Sun Leng Chan said no more, continuing to watch the arena calmly.

Perhaps after this move, the result will be clear, who lives and who dies, will be obvious at a glance.

The other spectators also cheered loudly.

Most of the audience here are martial artists from the White Tiger Continent.

They were already displeased watching a martial artist from the Dragon and Phoenix Continent show off here.

Now that Yin Mang stepped in to block Ling Xiao's path, and was clearly about to win, it was undoubtedly a great joy for them.

They truly couldn't wait to see Ling Xiao lose.

On the arena, time seemed to be frozen.

Ling Xiao was ensnared in countless spider webs, with dark swarms of spiders constantly approaching along the webs.

From an outsider's perspective, he was like a delicacy in the belly of the spider, with no chance of a comeback.

"The martial arts of the Dark Divine Temple indeed have many tricks, combining with Martial Souls in combat makes it more difficult than regular martial skills."

Ling Xiao stood there, indifferent, as if the danger before him was of no significance.

Instead, he seemed to be gaining insights from Yin Mang's attack.

It's precisely this intense desire to learn that often infuses his battles with the merits of many martial arts.

In this respect, many couldn't match him.

However, in his eyes, it still doesn't count as anything.

"Four hundred points of Imperial Heaven Earth Power!"

Once again, just a punch, Ling Xiao had no intention to use a different move.

Terrifying azure light surged out, breaking the spider webs entwining him inch by inch.

Then, with renewed freedom, Ling Xiao unleashed a terrifying punch.

Immediately, the arena was engulfed by sudden gales, yellow earth soared.

In an instant, all the spiders ceased to exist.

The arena, once packed with spider webs and spiders, suddenly became empty.

Only Ling Xiao and Yin Mang still stood there.

And Ling Xiao's fist still advanced forward.

"This is impossible, how could Yin Mang's ultimate move be so easily broken?"

In a VIP room, Fan Ruolin jumped from his chair in shock, staring incredulously at the scene on the arena.

He couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing.