Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14014 They are too arrogant

The Feather King stood tall and aloof, exuding an aura as black as ink.

The aura seemed to have a life of its own, swirling and surging freely around him.

Within this dense demonic aura, distorted ghostly faces gradually formed, baring their fangs and claws, emitting eerie laughs that were sharp and piercing, seemingly able to penetrate one's soul, sending chills down one's spine and a deep shiver down one's spine.

The Water King, on the other hand, was completely different from the Feather King. He wore a pure white Taoist robe, which fluttered in the breeze like a drifting white cloud.

He wore a jade pendant with the Bagua symbol around his waist. The pendant emitted a faint blue light, gentle and mysterious, as if it contained endless secrets.

He held a whisk lightly in his hand, the whisk's ribbons swaying gently with his movements. It seemed calm and undisturbed, but in reality, it concealed a sharp edge, as if a mere flick of his wrist could unleash a raging storm.

The Water King slightly raised his head, glanced around, and broke the suffocating silence.

His voice was deep and solemn, each word seemingly carrying a thousand pounds, as he slowly said, "That little demon king has already led everyone off, heading straight for the Tianyuan Dynasty."

They advanced with unstoppable momentum, overcoming numerous obstacles along the way.

Those checkpoints were meticulously set up by the Tianyuan Dynasty, each containing immense power and ingenious mechanisms, yet they managed to overcome them.

Wherever they passed, the space trembled, as if the entire world was shaking with their determination and momentum, demonstrating the unwavering resolve and overwhelming power of their operation.

Sikong Xuan listened quietly to the Water King's words. When he heard "The Little Demon King has set off," his eyes instantly sharpened. A cold glint flashed in his originally calm eyes, like lightning in the cold night, sharp and icy.

He frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then asked, "What are their chances of winning this time?"

The Tianyuan Dynasty is no ordinary force; its territory is riddled with traps and mechanisms, like a huge and complex spider web, from which one can easily become trapped and unable to escape if one is not careful.

Furthermore, there are countless powerful guardian forces, each of whom possesses unique skills and extraordinary strength, making them not easily defeated.

Despite their determination and high spirits, what are their chances of winning against such a powerful opponent?

Upon hearing Sikong Xuan's question, the Water King gave a bitter smile. He shook his head helplessly and said in a deep voice, "The depth of the Demon Sea is beyond our imagination. The secrets and power hidden within are truly unfathomable."

Our understanding of it is only the tip of the iceberg.

It's like standing on the edge of a vast ocean, only able to see a small corner of the water, while we know nothing about what lies hidden in the depths of the ocean.

According to ancient records, the Demon Sea has a lineage that spans countless eras, and in each era, extraordinary talents have been born there.

They are like brilliant stars in the night sky, each shining with their own unique light. The methods and formations they left behind, after countless years of sedimentation and refinement, contain endless wisdom and power.

Even the strongest experts of today dare not underestimate these inheritances; a slight misstep could lead to utter annihilation.

Unfathomable!

These four simple words seemed to carry immense weight, like an invisible yet incredibly heavy mountain pressing down on the hearts of the three, making it difficult for them to breathe.

The power of the Demon Sea far exceeded everyone's imagination.

Every piece of news about the Demon Sea was like a biting cold wind blowing from a distant and mysterious place, making them feel an indescribable sense of oppression from the bottom of their hearts. It felt as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping their hearts, keeping them in a state of tension and unease at all times.

The three fell silent, and for a moment, the surroundings were so quiet that it was as if they could hear each other's heartbeats.

They each lowered their heads, lost in deep memories, recalling the various legends they had heard about the Demon Sea.

Those legends, like mysterious and thrilling epics, kept replaying in their minds.

Legend has it that the powerful beings of the Demon Sea possess unimaginable strength. With a wave of their hands, stars would burst like fragile bubbles, and their brilliant light would instantly dissipate into the endless void.

In the blink of an eye, one can alter the laws of heaven and earth, causing the originally stable order of heaven and earth to become chaotic, mountains and rivers to shift, rivers to flow backward, and the entire world to fall into chaos.

Such terrifying power is enough to send chills down your spine just by thinking about it, as if you were in an ice cellar, and your blood would freeze.

Just then, the Feather King, who had been silent all along, suddenly let out a cold laugh. The laugh was sharp and piercing, echoing in the silent space, as if it were an extreme mockery of some absurdity.

His tone was full of disdain, a cruel smile curled at the corner of his mouth, and a hint of contempt in his eyes: "Hmph, you think you can slaughter the Heavenly Abyss Saint Lord with just the Demon Sea?"
It's just a fantasy and a pipe dream!
That sanctuary is the ruler of this world, a supreme and inviolable being, the creator and guardian of all rules and order.

It is like a majestic mountain, standing at the center of the world, overlooking all things. How could they, mere demons, possibly shake it?
They're nothing but a bunch of presumptuous clowns!

Sanctuary!

On the continent of Bai Ze, these two words are like a sacred incantation, representing supreme rules and power.

It is a being that all martial artists both revere and yearn for, like the most brilliant star in the night sky, shining with a light that is too dazzling to look at directly.

Those who have never truly witnessed the majesty of the cathedral can never understand the deep-seated fear it evokes.

That fear was not just physical trembling, but also a profound shock and awe to the soul, as if approaching the sanctuary would engulf one in its boundless majesty.

The Great Town Holy Hall was once a powerful force that could not be ignored on the Bai Ze Continent. However, it was destroyed overnight by a mysterious expert. The tragic scene still circulates in the martial arts world, making people tremble at the mere mention of it.

However, compared to the Great Town Sanctuary, the Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary is hundreds of times stronger.

The Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary is like an unfathomable abyss, hiding countless unknown secrets and immense power.

Especially the Holy Lord of the Abyss, whose power is beyond imagination.

He was like a king standing at the pinnacle of the world, looking down on everything. Every move he made and every glance he gave contained boundless majesty and power.

Sikong Xuan nodded slightly, his expression becoming unusually solemn, his brows furrowed tightly, as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on his brows.