Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14013 Go and take down the Heavenly Abyss Saint Lord
Lü Ning's expression froze, her previously high spirits instantly shattered. She shook her head helplessly, her lips twitching slightly, and said with a wry smile:
“Shameless scoundrel, the Holy Temple will not take the blame for this. In matters of cultivation, one’s own efforts are also extremely important.”

"Although the sanctuary does hinder the allocation of resources, if we don't make our own efforts, even if we have a lot of resources, it will just be a waste."

"Don't just think about shirking responsibility and place all your hopes on breaking the shackles of the temple."

Ling Xiao scratched his head, a somewhat embarrassed smile appearing on his face.
"Hehe, I just said it offhand in a moment of excitement."

“Miss Lü Ning, please don’t be angry. I know that cultivation requires one’s own efforts.”

At this moment, the young demon king broke the deadlock with a calm and powerful voice that seemed to pierce through the confusion of the crowd:

"Ling Xiao, do you now understand why we must eliminate the Heavenly Abyss Saint Lord?"

"This is not only to reclaim resources, but also to break the injustice in this world, so that all living beings can freely pursue the Great Way and no longer be oppressed by the Holy Temple."

His eyes revealed a sense of mission and responsibility, as if he were waiting for Ling Xiao's response.

Ling Xiao wore a pained expression, his face so contorted it looked like it could trap a fly, his brows furrowed tightly together as if bound by invisible threads.

He shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice filled with worry and indignation:

“Brother Demon King, I know far too little about the Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary. I have no idea whether they are good or evil.”

"But there's one thing I know perfectly well: with my current strength, I'm like an ant facing an elephant—utterly helpless!"

"You want me to participate in the extermination of the Heavenly Abyss Saint Lord? Isn't that just making me cannon fodder?!"

"If I go there, I might be dealt with by his men before I even get close to the Heavenly Abyss Saint Lord. I won't even be able to leave behind a complete corpse."

As he spoke, he gestured exaggeratedly, waving his hands wildly in the air, as if he could already see his tragic end.

Upon hearing this, everyone showed helpless expressions. Some shook their heads slightly, while others sighed softly, as if they deeply sympathized with Ling Xiao's worries.

The young demon king frowned slightly, his brows furrowing into a knot, seemingly displeased by Ling Xiao's concerns. But then his expression relaxed, and he slowly shook his head, saying:
"I won't let you die in vain; there will be a plan for when the time comes."

"Since we have decided to involve you in this operation, we will definitely take your safety into consideration."

"You just need to follow the plan, and leave the rest to us."

His voice was calm and firm, carrying an unquestionable authority.

Ling Xiao stood still, lowered his head slightly, and fell into a brief moment of thought.

His fingers unconsciously tapped lightly on his arm, the rhythm varying with the surging thoughts in his mind.

A moment later, he slowly crossed his arms over his chest, his posture exuding a sense of ease while subtly revealing a confidence in control of the situation.

His eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a hint of cunning, like a little fox plotting something in the dark, making it impossible to fathom what he was thinking at that moment.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his head sharply, his gaze firm and resolute, and nodded heavily. The movement was crisp and clean, as if this nod had cut off all escape routes and that he had made up his mind to burn his bridges.

He cleared his throat and said loudly:
"Alright! But Brother Demon King, let's get this straight up from the start."

His voice was loud and clear, echoing in the somewhat quiet space.

"This operation is fraught with danger, far beyond what is ordinary!"
The Heavenly Abyss Saint Lord has been entrenched for many years, possessing immense power and deep roots, and is surrounded by numerous experts.

Since I've risked my life to participate in this perilous operation, I'll earn my share of the rewards after slaying the Heavenly Abyss Saint Lord based on my own abilities!

His tone was firm and unwavering, and as he spoke, he waved his arm as if to emphasize his position.

"I don't want to work so hard, risking my life in the hail of bullets and flashing swords, only to end up with nothing. That would be a huge loss, even worse than suffering a great loss in silence!"

He frowned, a hint of resentment on his face. As he spoke, he stared intently at the young demon king, his eyes filled with expectation, as if waiting for a definite answer. His gaze was like two sharp swords, piercing straight into the other.

"no problem!"

The young demon king nodded in response without hesitation, his eyes gleaming with confidence.

He knew in his heart that, in terms of true strength, he was no less than Ling Xiao.

My defeat in the previous battle against Ling Xiao was simply because I was too arrogant.

At the time, he was focused on defeating Ling Xiao with skill alone, but this hampered his ability to unleash his true potential. Now, however, he has learned from his mistakes and is full of confidence.

Turning our gaze to the vast and boundless border of the abyss, we see dark purple thunderclouds churning and surging wildly in the sky, like angry beasts roaring and struggling.

Every now and then, purple lightning bolts, like giant dragons, would rip through the sky, their dazzling light instantly illuminating the entire world, leaving behind hideous scorch marks on the ground, as if they were the marks of nature's anger.

A suffocating atmosphere filled the air, so heavy it was hard to breathe. It was as if even the wind was suppressed by this powerful force, only able to emit low whimpers, as if telling of endless fear and helplessness.

In this perilous and mysterious border region, a solitary peak rises abruptly from the ground, piercing the clouds.

Sikong Xuan stood atop this solitary peak, his black robe fluttering in the fierce wind like a battle flag, displaying his fearless spirit.

He gazed silently at the distant area shrouded in chaotic mist, his brows furrowed tightly, as if an invisible lock had bound his worries within.

A hint of worry flickered deep in his eyes. Strange fluctuations emanated from the mist from time to time, as if countless mysterious forces were entangled and colliding within it, as if a huge secret was hidden, or as if it were the prelude to an impending disaster, making it impossible for his heart to calm down.

In this silent and oppressive moment, as if time itself had frozen, a strange ripple suddenly appeared in the originally calm and still void.

The ripples spread out in concentric circles, as if a huge rock had been thrown into a calm lake, or as if an invisible curtain was being slowly lifted by a mysterious hand.

At the center of these spreading ripples, the figures of the Feather King and the Water King seemed to be gradually outlined from nothingness, slowly solidifying.