Previously, the Tyrant Sky Martial Spirit helped Ling Xiao seal the Seven Great Heavenly Demon Kings. And now, he can only rely on his own abilities to seal them. He knows the entire sealing process; the question is whether his capabilities are up to the task. Ling Xiao's authoritative voice echoed, and behind him appeared the vast and boundless universe of the Tyrant Sky Martial Spirit. He intended to use the Tyrant Sky Martial Spirit to intimidate the First Sky Demon King, and then seal him afterward. This would make it easier. Immediately, he released his Soul Power, attempting to forcibly seal the First Sky Demon King into his forehead. However, a Demon King is a Demon King. How could he easily submit to a mere human martial artist? He burst forth a terrifying and astonishing Devil Intent, trying to resist Ling Xiao's will, to oppose the will of the Tyrant Sky Martial Spirit. After all, the Tyrant Sky Martial Spirit wasn't currently manifested as that terrifying figure, hence its suppression of the First Sky Demon King wasn't that powerful. "Become my puppet, human!" The First Sky Demon King intended not just to resist; he wanted to take control of Ling Xiao's will, to occupy Ling Xiao's Soul Sea. To make Ling Xiao completely his puppet. In this way, he could use Ling Xiao's body at will. He was indeed very satisfied with this Body of the Mystic Realm, even considering its potential to be more terrifying than his true form in the future. Ling Xiao's eyes sometimes turned into sharp Mo Yan, gleaming with crimson and Devil Intent. Sometimes they transformed into deep and clear gaze, which truly belonged to Ling Xiao himself. Ling Xiao's body trembled. He could feel that the danger level at this time was no less than when surrounded by so many from the Sky Demon Sect before. The terrifying Devil Intent was gradually invading his will, trying to make him completely submit. "Soul Core Emergence!" Ling Xiao let out a furious roar, a cluster of white light flew out from the top of his head, then transformed into Ling Xiao's figure, rushing towards the First Sky Demon King in the sky. This was yet another fierce battle, only it was a battle of souls. Ling Xiao's soul fought ruthlessly in the void against the consciousness of the First Sky Demon King, which had lost its body. The battle was extremely fierce. Every time Ling Xiao's soul was injured, his body would feel immense pain. His Soul Sea would also surge with monstrous waves. Ling Xiao gritted his teeth, facing all of this calmly. The First Sky Demon King can only be a weapon in his hand, merely a tool. He is the king, the First Sky Demon King is the subject! He absolutely cannot allow the will of this Demon King to become the ruler. Even if his body is wounded, weakened to the extreme, his soul still contains boundless battle intent. The battle in the sky became increasingly intense. Even without a body, the First Sky Demon King remained extremely terrifying. Ling Xiao's soul was continuously wounded, looking very embarrassed. Thıs text ıs hosted at 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝗇𝖾𝗍 On the ground, Ling Xiao's body kept trembling, his face terribly pale, as if it had lost all its color. "Good heavens, Demon Beings are indeed Demon Beings, given a chance, they'd surely cause havoc!" Ling Xiao realized he had done something incredibly dangerous today. Perhaps the origin deity of Tyrant Sky Martial Spirit sealed the Seven Great Heavenly Demon Kings, hoping that one day Ling Xiao would become stronger, after the Seven Great Heavenly Demon Kings had weakened continuously in the seal. He could then use them. But this origin deity never expected Ling Xiao to have tapped into the power of the First Sky Demon King earlier than imagined. Currently presenting a very dangerous situation. The origin deity of Tyrant Sky Martial Spirit is in deep slumber; its existence is a secret, previously forced to appear for Ling Xiao. Now it is impossible for it to awaken. No matter how dangerous the situation is, it can only be resolved by Ling Xiao's own skills. This choice is very easy for Ling Xiao. Ling Xiao emitted a stunning roar. Then, a Dragon Soul of an Ancient Hell Dragon merged into his soul. His soul became stronger. Then, an Ancient Natural Dragon. Followed by an Ancient Five Elements Dragon. The Dragon Souls of three Divine Dragons all merged into his soul, making his soul incredibly powerful. But this was not enough. The Martial Soul of the Immortal Martial Soul, God-slaying Blade also merged into his soul. Then followed the Gluttonous Martial Soul lying in the vast universe. And then the Ancient Heavenly Demon Battle Intent! Ancient Golden Crow Battle Intent! At this moment, Ling Xiao's soul no longer belonged to him alone. More powerful soul powers integrated into his soul. This made his soul tremendously powerful. Typically, such a thing cannot happen. Because spirits cannot merge with external objects. But Ling Xiao was naturally different. His Martial Soul is the Tyrant Sky Martial Spirit. Tyrant Sky Martial Spirit, embracing all, encompassing everything. This gave his soul the ability to incorporate various soul powers. Plus, his cultivation of the Soul Fragment Scroll could unleash powerful souls to battle. This way, with all conditions coming together, this astounding composite soul emerged. The soul still resembled Ling Xiao. He stood there like a War God, resolved to fight the First Sky Demon King to the death. If he cannot destroy the First Sky Demon King, then the one ultimately destroyed would be him, would be Ling Xiao! Ling Xiao will not surrender! Even if the adversary is overwhelmingly strong, he must fight until the end, to carve out a future for himself. Stunning battle intent exploded in the sky… Amid the trees, a man with a tiger head and human body, over two meters tall, was accelerating forward. On his shoulder sat two girls. One little girl wore a blue long dress, appeared twelve years old, her gaze cold and indifferent, seemingly uninterested in anything. The other little girl wore a red long dress, also twelve years old, yet much more lively. "Sister, do you think that terrifying battle intent just now was really a battle between Heavenly Demons?" Red Moon girl asked with a smile, a very cute expression on her face. The Blue Snow girl only answered indifferently, seemingly not interested in this matter. "Uncle Hu, run faster, it's almost there, should be nearby." Little Red Moon seemed long accustomed to Blue Snow's coldness, unconcerned. Instead, she cheerfully spoke with a tinkling voice to the tiger-headed man running. "Got it, Little Red Moon dear." The tiger-headed man suddenly sped up, continued to dash forward. On his shoulder, the girl called Red Moon excitedly puffed out her cheeks; her little face truly delicate and cute. Despite being only twelve, she already showed signs of being a beauty in the making. Her eyes turned out to be pink, as beautiful as red gemstones. Moments later, the tiger-headed man stopped, staring wide-eyed at what seemed like the scene of a natural disaster. Before him was truly an apocalyptic sight, overwhelming fear to behold.