nycdaug Chapter 261 Dominator
Chapter 261 Dominator
"I do." His voice was filled with determination. As he spoke, a powerful magical power surged from the magic stone, enveloping his body.
A flash of pain flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination. His body began to change, and black magic patterns emerged from under his skin. His power continued to grow, but at the same time, his mind was also being eroded by darkness.
When he opened his eyes again, there was no light in them, only endless darkness and madness.
"Xiu Han, you..." There was a hint of fear in the father's voice. He looked at his son in front of him as if he saw a monster.
Ling Xiu Han's lips curled up into an evil smile. His body was surrounded by the power of darkness, and his strength had surpassed that of ordinary people.
"I am no longer your son." His voice was filled with a hint of indifference. "I am Ling Xiuhan, the Lord of Darkness."
His body turned into a black shadow and disappeared from the room in an instant, leaving his parents with terrified faces.
A trace of pain flashed in Ling Xiu Han's eyes. He knew that memory was a turning point in his life and a past he could not escape.
"Xiu Han, are you okay?" Lan Yunyan's voice brought him back to reality from his memories.
Ling Xiu Han took a deep breath, and his eyes became firm again.
"I'm fine." There was a hint of calmness in his voice.
Ling Xiuhan turned his head slightly and looked at Lan Yunyan. Her eyes were filled with concern, yet also revealed an innate stubbornness and dominance. He felt a stir in his heart. This woman always managed to inadvertently touch the softest part of his heart.
"It's not advisable to stay here for long." Ling Xiu said coldly. He could feel that the air around him seemed to be slightly distorted by the dark aura emanating from him.
Lan Yunyan nodded slightly. Although she had many questions, she also knew that the situation was urgent.
Just as the two were about to leave, suddenly, a powerful spiritual power wave came from a distance.
Ling Xiuhan frowned, a murderous look flashing in his eyes: "It seems that those so-called righteous people are chasing us."
Lan Yunyan sneered, "They really are haunting us. Xiu Han, don't be afraid. At worst, we can just fight them."
She didn't know when a long sword emitting a faint blue light appeared in her hand. There was a faint chill flowing through the sword, as if it could freeze the surrounding space.
Ling Xiuhan looked at Lan Yunyan like this, and a smile appeared on his lips: "When did you become so belligerent, little girl?"
Even so, the dark magic within him grew stronger, like a ball of black flame blazing.
After a while, a group of monks in white robes appeared in front of them.
The leader was an old man, who looked at Ling Xiuhan with disgust in his eyes: "Son of the Devil, today is the day you die."
Ling Xiuhan laughed loudly, looking up to the sky: "Just relying on you hypocrites, you think you can take my life?"
After saying that, he flashed and rushed towards the group of monks like a black lightning.
Dark magic condensed into a black long sword in his hand. Wherever the long sword passed, the space seemed to be torn apart, making bursts of whistling sounds.
Lan Yunyan wasn't to be outdone. With a delicate cry, she swung her sword, and the chill from the blade instantly spread, enveloping the approaching cultivators. The cultivators were struck by the chill, and their movements suddenly slowed down.
During the battle, Ling Xiu Han's dark magic became increasingly difficult to control. A voice deep in his heart kept calling him, plunging him into complete darkness.
A trace of struggle flashed in his eyes from time to time, but every time he saw Lan Yunyan fighting hard, he forced himself to calm down.
Lan Yunyan seemed to sense something was wrong with Ling Xiuhan. While fending off the cultivators' attacks, she shouted, "Xiuhan, hold on to your heart and don't be swallowed by the darkness!"
Ling Xiu Han gritted his teeth, condensed the magic power in his body, and then suddenly released a powerful force, which pushed the surrounding cultivators back several steps.
However, the old man took advantage of this opportunity and secretly cast a sealing spell, and a golden light shot towards Ling Xiu Han.
Seeing this, Lan Yunyan flew in front of Ling Xiu Han without hesitation. The golden light hit her back and she spat out a mouthful of blood, but she still held the sword tightly in her hand.
Ling Xiu Han was furious, his eyes instantly turned blood red, and the dark magic power in his body surged out like a flood.
He gently protected Lan Yunyan behind him and walked towards the group of monks step by step. The ground shook with every step he took.
"You all must die!" His voice was low and cold, like a verdict from hell.
He brandished a long black sword, the sword light was like a black sun, and the dark power released drew all the monks into it.
The old man was horrified. He hadn't expected Ling Xiuhan to be so powerful. He quickly organized the other cultivators to form a defensive formation, but under Ling Xiuhan's frenzied attack, the formation was on the verge of collapse.
Lan Yunyan stood behind Ling Xiu Han, enduring her injuries. She formed seals with her hands and continuously transferred her spiritual power to Ling Xiu Han, helping him to calm his mind and suppress the backlash of the dark magic.
"Xiu Han, let's go together." Her voice was weak but full of determination.
Ling Xiuhan felt Lan Yunyan's support, and the darkness in his heart receded slightly. He took a deep breath, then plunged his long sword into the ground, quickly forming seals with his hands.
A force fused with darkness and blue cloud energy surged from the ground, instantly breaking through the monks' defensive formations. The monks were struck by this force and fell to the ground one after another.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the old man wanted to escape.
How could Ling Xiuhan give him a chance? He flashed and appeared in front of the old man, holding his long knife to the old man's neck: "You righteous people, why are you always forcing each other?"
The old man's face was pale, but he still said stubbornly: "You are the son of the devil, endangering the world. We will not let you go."
Ling Xiuhan sneered: "Have you ever thought about whether your so-called justice is just persecution of others?" After that, he gently swung his long sword, a black sword energy passed by, and the old man's body slowly fell down.
Ling Xiuhan put away his sword, turned around and picked up Lan Yunyan.