Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 13081 Oops, that's a bit too heavy

"Yes, Palace Master. Don't worry! I will handle it carefully. After all, this kid is not that easy to deal with." The old man bowed in response, then turned around. An indescribable aura surged out of his body, instantly filling the entire space.

The power of this aura was far beyond what anyone had been able to match before. Even Di Pan, one of the three great geniuses in the Imperial Palace, paled in comparison to this aura.

Every step the old man took seemed to be on the void, with faint fluctuations of spiritual energy surrounding his body, demonstrating his profound foundation at the peak of the Tongtian Realm.

When he came in front of Ling Xiao, the old man narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he wanted to see through the young opponent in front of him. He knew very well that even though he had reached the peak of Tongtian Realm, he still had to be extremely cautious when facing this young man holding the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword.

However, as a true strong man, he was never afraid of challenges, and was unwilling to let the dignity of the imperial palace be damaged by his retreat.

"Boy, let me teach you a lesson." The old man's words were filled with a kind of majesty that should not be underestimated. His voice echoed in the empty imperial palace, as if even the air was trembling. His eyes were fixed on Ling Xiao, flashing with anticipation and caution for the unknown challenge.

Hearing this, Ling Xiao curled up the corners of his mouth into a cold smile, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, a light that was a mixture of disdain, indifference and murderous intent.

He knew very well that this battle was unavoidable, and he could not retreat. So, he took a deep breath, tightly grasped the hilt of the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword with both hands, and the spiritual power in his body surged wildly, as if he wanted to pour all his strength into this sword.

"Old White Hair, I think you want to die!" Ling Xiao's voice was low and powerful, cold and murderous.

Suddenly, Ling Xiao mobilized his whole body's internal strength, and the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword seemed to come alive in his hand. Black air swirled around the sword, and an ancient and evil aura spread. He swung the sword fiercely, and the black sword light was like lightning that cut through the night sky, with a destructive momentum, and went straight to the old man.

However, at this critical moment, a terrible backlash force suddenly surged into Ling Xiao's body. The strength of this force was beyond his imagination, as if thousands of sharp blades were raging in his body, causing him to almost suffocate in pain.

But there was no expression on his face, as if nothing had happened.

He clenched his teeth, endured the severe pain, and still held the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, allowing the black sword light to draw a gorgeous arc in the air.

This sword strike was an attack he could not control, and it was also an attack he used all his strength in. He had no intention of killing the old man opposite him, but the power of the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword was too terrifying. Once it was used, it was like a wild horse running away from its reins, and it was difficult to control.

Wherever the black sword light passed, the space seemed to be torn apart, making a series of piercing sounds. When the sword light came into contact with the old man, the astonishment and unwillingness on the old man's face solidified instantly. He never thought that this seemingly young opponent actually had such terrifying strength.

However, at that moment, time seemed to freeze, and the air was filled with despair and disbelief. The black sword light, like the darkest ink in the night sky, and like the hand of death leaping out of the abyss, carrying endless chill and breath of death, pierced through the sky with lightning speed, accurately splitting the old man in two.

Wherever the sword light passed, the space seemed to tremble, leaving behind twisted cracks. The old man's figure, in this cruel moment, gradually became blurred from being solid, and finally, along with his soul that had experienced vicissitudes of life, was completely swallowed up by the greedy black light, leaving no trace, and completely disappeared from this colorful yet cruel world.

There was a dead silence all around, with only the faint echo left after the sword light dissipated, echoing in everyone's heart for a long time. The eyes of the people present were filled with a complex mixture of disbelief and fear, and they stared with their eyes wide open, as if they wanted to engrave this scene in their memory forever.

Ling Xiao, the young man holding the magic sword, was standing there with a smile on his face. A playful and unruly smile hung on the corner of his mouth. That smile was frivolous and looked particularly glaring on his handsome face, like the tempting red spider lily beside the gate of hell.

"Oh, oh, I'm so sorry. I wanted to leave some wiggle room when I struck the sword just now, but this sword seems to have its own will, and I can't control it at all." Ling Xiao's words were light and casual, but every word was like a heavy hammer, striking the hearts of everyone present.

Although there was some apology in his tone, the cunning and unruly look in his eyes made people feel an indescribable provocation and contempt, as if he was not apologizing but showing off his unparalleled swordsmanship.

Such an attitude undoubtedly angered many people present. Their fists were clenched, veins bulged, and their eyes burned with anger. They wanted to rush up and tear Ling Xiao into pieces. However, reason and fear were like cold chains, tightly restraining their actions.

They saw and remembered the power of the sword just now, and knew that except for the two or three hidden masters who might be able to barely resist it, if they acted rashly, they would only repeat the old man's mistake and become another ghost under the black sword.

Therefore, despite their burning anger, they could only stand there, staring at Ling Xiao with resentful eyes, which contained both unwillingness and helplessness, as well as deep awe of the unknown power. Ling Xiao, on the other hand, seemed to be completely unaware of all this, and still maintained that cynical smile, as if everything just now was just an insignificant game.

"But, having said that, you should be able to understand my difficulties. After all, I have no intention of taking his life. It is true that the sword light was like a wild horse that was out of control. Its power was so strong that even I was shocked. If you continue to be stubborn and continue to attack me, I am afraid that I will really let this uncontrolled power spread to the entire imperial palace in a panic. What a misfortune and regret it will be."

There was a hint of cunning and sarcasm in Ling Xiao's tone, but there was no sincerity. He sighed softly and glanced at everyone present, trying to make his words penetrate the anger and fear in their hearts.

He continued, "I am truly thinking about you. I don't want to see innocent lives lost because of me, and I don't want this thousand-year foundation to be destroyed. So, please think twice before you act, and regard my actions today as an accident, not a deliberate provocation."

There was a sincerity in Ling Xiao's words that could not be ignored, but deep in his eyes there was a barely perceptible cunning, as if he was waiting for something.