Tyrant Sky Martial Soul

"Ling Xiao" shattering into pieces was a scene that sent chills down everyone's spine, leaving them in shock and speechless.

"Haha, hahahaha, fool, I've already said it, once encountered, there's absolutely no chance of survival for you."

Seeing Ling Xiao blown to pieces, Fan Ruolin couldn't help but laugh heartily, seemingly in great spirits.

"Interesting, your Fan family's Martial Soul is actually a musical instrument, which is quite a rare Martial Soul."

Ling Xiao had once seen a musical instrument Martial Soul, back during his time at the Moon Hua Sect.

However, the musical instrument Martial Soul he saw back then was rendered powerless due to the martial artist's weak strength.

It's different now.

Fan Ruolin's Martial Soul, with a mere twitch, could release terrifying sound waves capable of obliterating enemies, leaving no room for defense.

Upon hearing Ling Xiao's voice, Fan Ruolin's face turned grotesquely comical.

As if seeing a ghost, he suddenly turned to look at Ling Xiao standing there, unharmed.

"You! Are you human or ghost?"

"Nonsense, I am certainly human. I've always wondered how your Fan family's Martial Soul could remain unknown to outsiders. It seems now that with such a Martial Soul, it indeed is quite easy to conceal.

Unfortunately, it can't escape my eyes."

Only Ling Xiao's Tai Chi Eye could pierce through appearances to see the essence and uncover Fan Ruolin's genuine killer move.

"Fine, since you've seen through it, I don't need to hide anymore."

As Fan Ruolin spoke, a phantom of an ancient zither manifested behind him.

The ancient zither was refined and elegant, appearing quite beautiful, with special patterns all over, as if inhabited by souls.

It truly was fascinating.

"Demonic Zither Strike!"

In the instant his Martial Soul was revealed, terrifying music sounds simultaneously attacked.

This time, Fan Ruolin soared into the sky, and with the release of those music sounds, the entire stage exploded with a loud bang.

Although the stage wasn't completely destroyed due to its special material, it was riddled with holes and utterly unrecognizable.

"Change the stage!"

The host called out, and a brand new stage was brought up.

"These two are so terrifying, no matter who it is, we are no match."

"Indeed, it's a battle balanced in wisdom and strength; both individuals are so bizarre."

"If we went up there, we'd probably be dead in a single round, right?"

"A single round? I estimate I couldn't last even half a round."

"The young people of today are really scary; it's anticipated that this White Tiger Summit will feature many jaw-dropping battles, just thinking about it is exciting."

"Indeed, this is just the third son of the Fan family; I really wonder how strong the Four Heroes of the Heavenly Sea must be?"

Everyone was excited, and from initially opposing Ling Xiao, they now felt a sense of admiration for him.

After all, the Mysterious World is a place that values strength, those who are stronger have more say.

Ling Xiao's exhibited ability truly commands respect.

They naturally wouldn't completely gang up to insult.

They are part of this era, witnessing the duel among geniuses; it's actually a worthwhile existence.

The raging waves purge, survival of the fittest, among the so-called geniuses, how many can truly survive and perform miracles is truly unpredictable.

The stage was changed, and it was an improved one, filled with magic array patterns, clearly to withstand the formidable attacks from these two.

Ling Xiao had gradually seen through Fan Ruolin's scheme, and black energy started to rise from his longsword.

At this point, he didn't plan to continue wasting time.

Fan Ruolin clearly sensed the fighting spirit and killing intent filling Ling Xiao's body.

He also wanted to fight his most beautiful battle!

This fight, if he could destroy Ling Xiao, he would ascend to a higher level; even against Jun Mochou, he could possibly win.

However, if he lost, Fan Ruolin would not only become a laughingstock, but he himself would also be despondent for a long time.

Undoubtedly affecting his performance at the White Tiger Summit.

"Ling Xiao, come on, use your strongest move, in this battle, I want your defeat to be absolute!"

Fan Ruolin shouted aloud.

Ling Xiao couldn't help but chuckle silently.

With Fan Ruolin's strength alone, he truly didn't have the qualification to make Ling Xiao exert his full power.

Let alone Fan Ruolin, even Jun Mochou doesn't deserve him to unleash all his strength.

Ling Xiao's sword was gathering terrifying black energy.

Behind him was the pitch-black night.

A Dark Demon Sword loomed above him.

Afterward, he surprisingly discarded the longsword in his hand and directly grabbed the Dark Demon Sword, looking at Fan Ruolin.

Using the Dark Demon Sword against Fan Ruolin really was overkill.

However, in this battle, honing battle skills was necessary, so Ling Xiao still wanted to use it once.

Moreover, the Dark Demon Sword had varying powers to deal with Fan Ruolin before him.

The initial move from the Heavenly Demon Extermination could solve the issue.

With the Dark Demon Sword's appearance, the entire stage instantly turned eerie and terrifying, as if demon beings were descending.

Hmm?

Ling Xiao paused for a moment because he distinctly felt something within this Hell Tower calling to him.

That energy was quite similar to the Ancient Heavenly Demon but differed in some ways.

Yet it was purely dark energy, the Mystery of the Shadow.

"Forget it, let's not think too much first. Solve the immediate battle before considering other matters."

Ling Xiao shook his head and refocused on Fan Ruolin.

At this moment, Fan Ruolin hovered in mid-air, and surprisingly held an ancient zither.

A closer look revealed that the ancient zither wasn't physical but transformed from his Martial Soul.

"Slaughter Sonata · Play!"

Along with Fan Ruolin's voice, a murderous tune emerged from the ancient zither, gradually filling the entire stage.

Faintly, you could feel as if a massive army was engaging in slaughter, making one's heart quiver.

"Dark Demon Sword · Body Destruction!"

The Dark Demon Sword in Ling Xiao's hand was also thrust forward.

Terrorizing black sword qi spewed forth from the Dark Demon Sword like a fountain, rapidly expanding outward from his body.

The entire sixty-ninth level area was nearly engulfed by that black sword qi.

Ssss ssss ssss ssss ssss ssss ssss ssss...

Fan Ruolin's figure flashed repeatedly, constantly dodging Ling Xiao's attacks while simultaneously driving the sonata.

At this point, he was incredibly embarrassed, his clothes worn and torn, stained with fresh blood, looking very miserable.

However, on his face, he wore the smile of a victor.

"Explode! Slaughter Sonata!"

In that instant, all the musical notes on the stage simultaneously exploded, turning the stage into a nightmarish battlefield.

People could even see the vast army charging towards Ling Xiao, intent on tearing him to pieces.

"Useless! Your strength is too weak!"

Ling Xiao stood there, his Dark Demon Sword suddenly swinging, and all the previously released sword qi condensed together in a moment, forming a massive black sword.