Batian Martial Soul

Although Jiang Xiqing is not as capable as Jiang Xiruo, her progress is also obvious.

Her cultivation has reached a new height. At least now it is no longer difficult for her to deal with some ordinary Condensation Realm masters. Her smile is still as warm as before, but her determination and courage make her even more dazzling on the battlefield.

"I'll go over there to help." Jiang Xiqing's words were filled with unquestionable determination. Her eyes swept across the chaotic and cruel battlefield again, where Cheng Shifei and others were fighting hard. Their figures were crumbling under the enemy's attacks, and every confrontation seemed to be a fight for their lives.

An indescribable sadness and indignation welled up in Jiang Xiqing's heart. She could no longer stand idly by and had to help them, even if it was just to lighten their burden a little.

After she finished speaking, she stretched out her body, like a gust of light wind, and quickly flew towards the battlefield where Cheng Shifei and others were. Her speed was so fast that she almost left an afterimage on the spot. Her eagerness and determination made the air around her seem to freeze.

Seeing this, Jiang Xiruo nodded slightly, and her gaze turned to the fourth high priest. Her eyes no longer revealed tenderness and kindness, but coldness and a resolute fighting spirit.

At this moment, Ling Xiao seemed to have turned into a ruthless killing machine. The bloodthirsty knife and the god-killing sword in his hands were like two lightning bolts, cutting through the sky and going straight to the vital points of those black-robed priests.

Each strike contained a terrifying force that was enough to destroy everything, leaving the black-robed priests with almost no time to react.

The black-robed priests, who were usually high and mighty, now seemed so fragile in front of Ling Xiao.

They are good at long-range spellcasting, but once Ling Xiao gets close to them, those gorgeous spells and incantations are like nothing. They are not even as flexible and tough as some warriors in the Heavenly Realm.

Puff, puff... accompanied by two crisp sounds, three more black-robed priests fell under Ling Xiao's attack. Their bodies exploded in the sword light, turned into a blood mist, and dissipated into the air.

There was no mercy or hesitation in Ling Xiao's eyes, only determination to win and indifference to the enemy. He knew that in this cruel battlefield, any weakness or kindness could be fatal.

At the same time, Ling Xiao was like a bottomless pit, swallowing up the energy essences of the black-robed priests one by one and transforming them into his own cultivation. As waves of majestic energy poured into his body, his cultivation also experienced another breakthrough, steadily advancing from the first level of the Martial Soul Realm to the second level of the Martial Soul Realm.

Although this is only an improvement in a small realm, the increase in combat power contained therein is extremely considerable.

Ling Xiao could clearly feel that each of his attacks became more fierce, and each move contained more terrifying power. His eyes flashed with excitement and confidence, as if the whole world was trembling under his feet.

The fourth chief priest saw Ling Xiao's cultivation level improve, and his face became more gloomy. He stared at Jiang Xiruo beside Ling Xiao with a sharp gaze, and said with a hint of disbelief and anger: "You are the genius Jiang Xiruo from the Demon Suppression House who gave even the Holy Hall a headache!"

When the Fourth Priest said this, his tone was filled with shock and awe. He knew Jiang Xiruo's strength and talent very well. That was an existence that made the entire cultivation world tremble. Now, she actually appeared here, and it seemed that her strength had almost recovered.

"Could it be... that the person behind this kid is you?" The fourth chief priest's eyes moved back and forth between Jiang Xiruo and Ling Xiao, his heart filled with doubts and vigilance.

He understood that if Jiang Xiruo really stood behind Ling Xiao, then their actions today would probably fail.

Ling Xiao also looked at Jiang Xiruo, his eyes sparkling with joy and excitement. He had never thought that his mother would appear at this time, let alone that she would come to save him personally. After all, his mother had been imprisoned for so many years, and it would take time for her to fully recover her strength.

But at this moment, looking at his mother's familiar and resolute figure, Ling Xiao's heart was filled with warmth and strength. He knew that no matter how difficult the road ahead was, as long as his mother was there, he would have the motivation and courage to persevere.

"I'm late for you." Jiang Xiruo's voice was filled with a hint of self-blame and tenderness. She looked at Ling Xiao affectionately, her eyes full of pampering and care. These words, like a wisp of spring breeze, blew away the haze and uneasiness in Ling Xiao's heart.

"Fortunately, you are fine, otherwise I really don't know what to do." Jiang Xiruo's words were full of relief and gratitude. She held Ling Xiao's hand tightly, as if she was afraid that he would suddenly disappear. This motherly love was so deep and sincere that it made Ling Xiao's heart surge with warmth.

"Mom, let's not talk about it for now, let's kill these bastards!" Ling Xiao's eyes flashed with anger and determination. He had just witnessed with his own eyes that the warriors on his side fell one by one. The cruelty and ruthlessness of those black-robed priests had already made him extremely angry.

At this time, with the help of his mother, he naturally couldn't wait to fight back and avenge his fallen comrades.

"Okay!" Jiang Xiruo didn't say much, just responded briefly. Her figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, like a breeze blowing by, leaving only a faint afterimage.

In the distance, the face of the fourth high priest suddenly became extremely ugly, and his eyes flashed with fear and anxiety.

He never expected that Jiang Xiruo's strength would recover so quickly, and her attack was so fierce that he didn't even have time to react and was directly blown away a hundred meters away.

Bang! With a loud bang, the Fourth High Priest's body hit a big tree heavily, the leaves flew, and the trunk swayed. He struggled to get up from the ground, with a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of shock and unwillingness.

However, at this moment, Jiang Xiruo's figure appeared in his sight again. However, this time, there were more than a dozen mysterious warriors around her.

These warriors were dressed in black and exuded a faint murderous aura. They were obviously warriors of the Holy Hall and were subordinate to the four chief priests. Their appearance made the already tense atmosphere even more solemn.

These warriors formed a circle around Jiang Xiruo and Ling Xiao, their eyes full of vigilance and hostility. But Jiang Xiruo just glanced at them indifferently, as if looking at a group of ants.

Jiang Xiruo just smiled contemptuously, with a hint of disdain and indifference in her smile, as if everything in this world was just a passing cloud in her eyes. She shook the long sword in her hand lightly, and the sword seemed to be wrapped with endless coldness and sharpness, instantly solidifying the entire space. (End of this chapter)