Batian Martial Soul

Shangguan Yue raised her head, her eyes glistening with tears, her gaze filled with expectation and curiosity, and asked, "If you were to rule the Demon Sea, what would you do?"

"Anyway, I won't be as cruel as the Demon King. Although I will use coercive means to maintain order and promote my ideas, my principle has always been to avoid killing if possible."

In my eyes, every life deserves respect and has the opportunity to reform. However, if anyone dares to violate my principles and commit evil deeds, even if they are someone close to me, I will punish them severely and without leniency.

Ling Xiao wasn't just making things up or talking nonsense; every word he said was from the heart.

In his past years, he had set foot on several continents, where demons also roamed.

He did this wherever he went.

He knew that both humans and demons were divided into good and evil.

He has always adhered to this philosophy in handling various affairs. His ideal is to create a world where all people, regardless of race, can live together peacefully and happily.

To outsiders, this ideal may seem ridiculous, too naive, and like an unrealistic fantasy.

But only Ling Xiao himself knew that from the moment he obtained the Overlord Martial Soul, this ideal had taken root and sprouted in his heart like a seed, and had never changed.

The Overlord Martial Soul bestowed upon him not only immense power, but also a heavy responsibility, making him firmly believe that he has the ability to realize this great ideal.

Upon hearing Ling Xiao's words, Shangguan Yue was filled with emotion, as if a warm current had surged into her heart.

Her eyes reddened slightly, and her voice choked with emotion as she said, "Why didn't you let me meet you sooner! If I had met you sooner, I wouldn't have placed all my hopes on that cruel and ruthless demon king during those dark years. I would have unhesitatingly devoted all my energy to you and fought alongside you for that beautiful ideal."

The old man shook his head helplessly and sighed, his sigh seemingly containing endless vicissitudes and helplessness.

Then, he slowly turned his gaze to Ling Xiao and said solemnly, "Emperor Batian, as far as I know, the Demon King is about to personally go to your Batian City. He is definitely not coming with good intentions. If you do not return as soon as possible, Batian City will likely suffer a calamity. Given the Demon King's brutal nature, if Batian City refuses to surrender, it will surely be a disaster that causes widespread suffering."

Upon hearing this, Ling Xiao's expression changed drastically, as if he had been struck by a bolt from the blue.

He inwardly cried out in alarm, cold sweat instantly beading on his forehead. He was filled with regret: "Oh dear, how could I have almost forgotten this crucial matter! That Demon King had clearly stated that Batian City must surrender, or he would massacre it. If Batian City refused, the consequences would be unimaginable—a catastrophe for countless innocent people!"
Ling Xiao immediately stood up, his posture as upright as a pine tree, his eyes revealing determination and resolve.

He looked at Shangguan Yue, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Miss Shangguan Yue, I must take my leave now. Batian City is in trouble, and as the Batian Emperor, I cannot stand idly by. We will meet again. Once I have resolved the crisis in Batian City, I will definitely return to talk with you again."

After saying that, he flashed and transformed into a streak of light, speeding towards Batian City.

"Farewell my ass! I'm going with you! How can I stand idly by when Batian City is in trouble!"

Shangguan Yue's almond-shaped eyes widened, her pretty face filled with determination. She grabbed Ling Xiao's arm tightly, as if trying to merge him into her own body, afraid that if she let go, he would leave on his own.

After saying that, the two of them flashed away and disappeared into the air.

The wind howled in their ears, ruffling their hair, but it could not shake the unwavering belief in their hearts.

Amidst the clouds, Ling Xiao, riding a flying sword, sped forward like a bolt of lightning slicing through the sky, heading towards Batian City.

At this moment, his heart felt as heavy as lead, making it hard for him to breathe.

That demon king has always been ruthless and ambitious. His demand for Batian City to submit this time must be because he covets Batian City's resources and territory.

Once Batian City chooses to submit, the entire city will become a vassal of the Demon Sea, losing its freedom. The people will become slaves of the demons, obeying their commands and being bullied at will.

Ling Xiao disliked this situation from the bottom of his heart. He had always dreamed that Batian City could become an independent and autonomous place where people could live and work in peace and contentment.

However, he was also very clear that with the current strength of Batian City, it was simply impossible to contend with the powerful demon sea.

The Demon Sea is teeming with powerful experts and wields immense influence, while Batian City, though possessing some capable individuals, is but a dwarf compared to the Demon Sea.

Not to mention resisting that unfathomably powerful Demon King. It is said that the Demon King's cultivation techniques are strange and unpredictable, and he can destroy the world with a mere gesture. Batian City is simply no match for him.

"what can we do about it?"

Ling Xiao frowned deeply, his forehead knitted into a deep frown, his heart filled with sorrow.

He pondered for a long time, constantly analyzing various possibilities and weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

If they were to directly wage war against the Demon Sea, Batian City would suffer heavy casualties and might even be razed to the ground; but if they chose to submit, they would be unwilling to accept it, and the people of Batian City would surely suffer greatly in the future.

Finally, his eyes hardened, as if he had made up his mind, and he decided to talk to the other party first.

In his view, perhaps through communication, a compromise could be found that would preserve the independence and dignity of Batian City while avoiding a large-scale conflict with the Demon Sea, thus preventing Batian City from falling into an abyss.

Thinking of this, a fighting spirit surged in Ling Xiao's heart, a fighting spirit like a blazing flame that dispelled the gloom in his heart.

He quickly formed hand seals, increasing the speed of his sword flight. The flying sword beneath his feet streaked towards Batian City like a shooting star.

Meanwhile, within the Demon Sea's sphere of influence, more and more Demon Sea forces, like sharks smelling blood, began to flood into the Great Town Dynasty.

These forces are like a surging tide, unstoppable wherever they go.

They rapidly expanded within the Great Town Dynasty, dividing up various regions and turning once-prosperous cities into ruins.

Moreover, following the Demon King's orders, they carried out extremely cruel massacres.

The demons brandished their weapons, killing people and burning houses indiscriminately. Wherever they went, though not to the point of leaving no one alive, nine out of ten houses were empty.

The people of the Great Town Dynasty cried out in despair, fleeing in all directions, but there was nowhere to hide. The entire dynasty was facing an unprecedented crisis, as if the end of the world was about to arrive.

However, even in the darkness, a glimmer of light can appear. In these difficult times of rampant demons and widespread suffering, countless forces of resistance have emerged. (End of Chapter)