Batian Martial Soul

Therefore, when these warriors in the Hunyuan realm faced Weiwei and Meng Haoqing, it was like facing two insurmountable mountains. Their attacks seemed so weak in front of the two masters that they had almost no ability to fight back.

Therefore, the death of these Hunyuan realm warriors was the inevitable result of their lack of strength, and it can be said to be completely in vain.

"Do you want to continue?" Ling Xiao's voice echoed in the air, with a bit of indifference and disdain. His eyes were as sharp as a hawk, shooting straight at the crowd in the temple, as if he could penetrate their hearts.

He spoke slowly, his tone revealing a firmness and unquestionableness: "We have been patient again and again, but don't really think that this is because we are afraid of your temple. The reason why we did not take action is because we have higher pursuits and greater goals."

"If a fight really breaks out, you may not gain any advantage. Instead, this meaningless battle will bring you more trouble."

Ling Xiao's eyes flashed with a hint of mockery, and he continued, "You should know that your Holy Hall is not the only one here. If a fight really breaks out, the surrounding forces will inevitably be attracted. By then, the treasures here will probably attract more people to covet them."

"Are you really willing to give up the rich treasures for a momentary impulse? Or do you want to try and see if you have the ability to fight against us and those powerful forces that are about to be attracted?"

He is taking advantage of the situation.

In fact, if he hadn't been worried about the chain reaction and huge impact that would be brought about by killing all these Templar warriors, he would probably have really taken action.

After all, although these Holy Temple warriors are numerous and their average strength is quite impressive, their top combat power, that is, the warrior at the first level of the Martial Soul Realm, is not enough to pose a real threat in his eyes.

He knew that with their strength, they were fully capable of annihilating all of the Holy Templar warriors. However, he also knew that this was not an easy task. The enemy had a large number of people, and it would be extremely difficult to kill them one by one without making any noise.

What's more, once the battle breaks out, the intense energy fluctuations and the sounds of fighting will definitely attract the attention of the higher-level powerful people in the temple.

He didn't want to get into more trouble because of a momentary impulse. He knew that as a powerful force, the Holy Temple must have more powerful beings inside. If those powerful beings were really attracted, it would be an unpredictable disaster.

At that time, not only their own safety will be threatened, but even the forces behind them may be involved.

Therefore, he chose to quit while he was ahead.

"Let them go!" Suddenly, a tall young man spoke from the temple. His voice was clear and firm, echoing in the empty space.

Although most of the disciples of the Holy Hall were angry, and many of them were still immersed in the previous conflicts and confrontations, this young man was obviously an exception. He was not only one of the strongest martial arts masters of the first level of the Spirit Realm among the disciples of the Holy Hall, but also a person with sharp insight and careful thinking.

"Brother Bian Xiu!" A disciple called his name in a low voice, his face full of confusion and puzzlement. They didn't understand why Brother Bian Xiu would suddenly make such a decision when he was in an advantageous position.

Bian Xiu did not respond immediately. He looked through the crowd and looked directly at Ling Xiao and his group. He clearly saw the girl with the sword - Ling Bi. Her eyes were cold and firm, like a sharp sword out of its sheath, ready to pierce through all obstacles at any time.

Bian Xiu was shocked. He could feel the powerful aura emanating from Ling Bi, an aura that only a warrior at the third level of the Martial Soul Realm could possess.

"I said, let them go." Bian Xiu finally spoke, his voice revealing an unquestionable firmness, "You are no match for them. If I am not mistaken, the girl with the sword is already at the third level of the Wuhun realm. If she attacks, we will not be her match."

The disciples of the Holy Hall were all nervous when they heard this. Although they boasted that they were quite powerful, they really didn't have much chance of winning against a strong man of the third level of the Martial Soul Realm. Moreover, they had not discovered Ling Bi's true strength just now, which made them even more shocked by Bian Xiu's insight.

However, Bian Xiu did not notice that among Ling Xiao and his group, in addition to Ling Bi, there was an even more terrifying existence - the puppet Tuoba Tian beside Mu Qingping.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the people in the temple took the initiative to make way. Although they were reluctant, they could not hide their dissatisfaction. However, at this critical moment, they knew that life was the most important. Even if they were unwilling, they could only swallow their anger temporarily.

As the Tyrant Society's airship slowly sailed away, the huge ship gradually shrank in the eyes of everyone until it disappeared into the sky. Only then did the disciples of the Holy Hall dare to loudly vent their anger and unwillingness.

"This is such a shame!" a disciple shouted through gritted teeth, his voice filled with anger and helplessness.

"Yes, when has our temple ever suffered such humiliation!" another disciple echoed, his eyes flashing with anger.

"If we don't avenge this, we are unworthy of being disciples of the Holy Temple!" Everyone roared in unison, and their voices echoed in the empty field, as if to shatter this humiliation.

"That's right. That tiny Tianxiahui actually dared to be an enemy of our Holy Temple. They simply don't know how to live or die!" Someone else said indignantly. Their words were full of disdain and contempt for Tianxiahui.

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However, among this group of angry disciples, Bian Xiu seemed unusually calm. He knew very well that the anger and scolding at this moment would not change anything, but might put them in a more dangerous situation. So he loudly interrupted the shouting and scolding.

"Don't get excited yet, let's go in and take a look." Bian Xiu's voice rang out among the crowd. Although his tone was calm, it revealed an unquestionable majesty. "Even if that kid took something, it's impossible for him to take it all. We still have a chance to recover the losses."

"Brother, what you said is absolutely right." A disciple echoed. As soon as he finished speaking, everyone began to rub their hands, with greed in their eyes.

After careful consideration, Bian Xiu spoke slowly, "Everyone, we have not yet set foot in that mysterious place, and we have no idea what kind of dangers are hidden in it. Therefore, I suggest that we first select a few disciples with outstanding physical skills and quick reactions to go in and investigate. If it is confirmed to be safe, we will follow up as a whole. And I am willing to lead the exploration personally this time to ensure that everything goes well."

Before he finished speaking, Huang Xun stood up. He was a warrior who had also reached the first level of the Martial Soul Realm. He had a burly figure and sharp eyes. (End of this chapter)