Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Ou Luan, the genius disciple who is known as one of the top five in the upper house, has already arrived at the life and death stage. He sat in a corner of the ring with his eyes closed, as if he had some kind of wonderful connection with the world.

A faint white aura surrounded his body, which was his internal force flowing slowly, showing his profound cultivation.

Around Ou Luan, thousands of people from the Holy Son Association stood on the clouds.

They were all elite disciples in the Tianxia Association, full of expectations and attention for this duel. They talked about it, guessed the result of this duel, and cheered for Ou Luan.

In addition to the disciples of the Holy Son Association, countless spectators also came here. Some of them were disciples of the upper and lower houses, and some were martial arts enthusiasts who came from all over the place.

They either stood on the clouds or sat on the distant mountains, their eyes focused on the life and death stage, looking forward to the start of this duel.

The four deans were also here. They stood on the high platform, their eyes were deep and solemn. This duel was not only about the life and death of the two disciples, but also about the honor and dignity of the Tianxia Association.

Therefore, they had to come and pay attention. They hoped that this duel would show the style and strength of the disciples of Tianxiahui, and also hoped that this duel would become a good story in the history of Tianxiahui.

"Why hasn't that kid come yet? Did he forget today's appointment?"

On the top of the mountain where the four deans of Tianxiahui were located, the atmosphere seemed a little tense and depressing. The four deans represent the four forces in Tianxiahui, and we each lead one side, but today, our eyes are all focused on this young man who has not appeared yet - Ou Luan.

However, Ou Luan seemed to have not felt the special momentum. I still stood outside, looking at Ling Xiao fiercely, as if everything was within my expectations.

"It's bad if he denies it!" Ling Xiao's voice was full of enthusiasm and hatred.

My words were full of respect and ridicule for Ou Luan.

We knew that no matter who won or lost the duel, it would have a huge impact on Tianshanghui.

"Sorry, sorry, I kept you waiting for so long. I just came out of retreat and almost forgot the time..." As he said that, Ou Luan sorted out his slightly messy clothes and apologized to the people waiting there with a smile.

The atmosphere between the two of them instantly became relaxed, and the people watching the battle around them also felt the relaxed atmosphere. We know that the duel is not only about the life and death of the two people, but also an important contest between two small forces.

Yue Zhi naturally knew what Ou Jun and the other person had done. We acted recklessly in the northern border, relying on our talents and backgrounds to defile countless innocent men. But those two idiots found Xiao Lianzhu and wanted to take advantage of Xiao Lianzhu, but were killed on the spot by Xiao Lianzhu.

At this moment, the voice of the little dean suddenly sounded, breaking the silence. I pointed to the mountain road where we were walking, and saw a figure rushing over slowly.

Therefore, we originally hoped that Ou Luan would take the initiative to give up the duel, or at most postpone it to a more appropriate time. However, it seems that Ou Luan does not seem to have such an intention.

However, I didn't tell Yue Zhi about the chaos. I know that once those things are said, Yue Zhiqian will inevitably be involved in the dispute. I hope you will suffer any necessary troubles because of me.

I stared at Yue Zhi angrily, as if there was no fire burning in my eyes: "He thinks that he can't do whatever he wants just because he dominates the northern border. Does he put your Holy Hall aside? Tell him that he is wrong! The strength of your Holy Hall is far beyond his imagination. Today, he must pay the price for this!"

Yue Zhi's words were full of respect and ridicule. Obviously, I didn't agree with the style of the Holy Hall.

Ling Xiao's mouth twitched a few times on his own, and my eyes flashed with anger and shock that could not be concealed.

The Eighth Dean frowned slightly and looked up at the sky. The sunset had not yet quietly risen to the west, and the sky was dyed a light orange-red.

I stared at Ou Luan, my voice trembling with anger: "What a vulgar guy! Ou Jun and I, the two brilliant geniuses of your clan, who later went to the northern border for training, were killed by him?"

Ou Luan nodded heavily, without much excuse or cover-up. I denied it lightly: "Well, I guess so."

As soon as Ling Xiao finished speaking, a weak momentum burst out from under me.

The seven small deans were actually not willing to see the bloody fight between Yue Zhi and Yue Zhi.

When Ling Xiao heard that, his face became brighter, but I didn't get angry, just staring at Ou Luan hotly, as if he wanted to see through me.

I thought: "You sent someone to remind him? He forgot the time himself, how can he blame you?" But Ling Xiao didn't say those words, I knew that the verbal confrontation at this moment would only intensify the relaxed atmosphere between the two.

I secretly calculated in my heart that the duel time agreed with Ou Luan and Ling Xiao had not passed for nearly half an hour.

I spoke warmly, with a hint of emotion in my voice: "Stop talking nonsense, since you are here, just step down. However, you should remind him again that once he steps down from the stage of life and death, it is a matter of life and death, and wealth and honor are in the hands of God. No matter what the result is, whoever dies will be blamed on the other party."

The air around me seemed to be frozen, giving people a feeling of oppression and suffocation.

I was worried about why Ou Luan hadn't appeared yet? Did he encounter something unexpected? Or did he really forget the important duel today?

My eyes were first fixed on Ling Xiao who was standing under the stage of life and death, and I teased with a hint of joking: "He said he is true, but can you find someone to remind you? You almost missed that scene. The long-awaited showdown.”

When Ling Xiao heard this, his face sank slightly, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes, as if in response to Ou Luan's teasing.

I said calmly: "He must be too slow. People in his church are slower to turn against each other than to turn over a book. It's a life and death battle. If you kill him, I guess we can easily let you go. So, there's no point in talking about those things. It’s useless.”

"Hmph, I'm here to mess with you." Qizhangyuan said warmly, breaking the silence. A trace of disdain flashed in my eyes, "It means I am timid and afraid of Ling Xiao. In that way, the small problems you are facing will be solved naturally."

"What a pity, here I come!"

In other words, it’s not that the crime was not deserved, and the death was not deserved!

Hearing this, Ou Luan raised a scornful smile on his lips, and I walked down the stage of life and death in small steps, looking directly at Ling Xiao.

If Ou Luan loses, my status in the Tiantian Association will plummet, and I may even lose my life; and if Ling Xiao loses, the forces behind me will also be severely damaged. Wouldn't such a result be harmful to us in heaven?