Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14021 He Can't Kill Me

"The Demon Lord Black Sky Sword is really working hard," Ling Xiao thought to himself.

This sword seemed to possess its own will, and when combined with the young demon king, it was able to unleash such astonishing power.

With this sword, the young demon king's strength increased significantly, like a sleeping beast being fully awakened, displaying a terrifying fighting power.

Ling Xiao was well aware of how powerful the giant hand in the air was.

When that giant hand appeared, the oppressive feeling it brought made it almost impossible for him to breathe, as if the whole world was under its control.

However, even such a powerful being was shattered, which is enough to prove the terrifying power of that attack.

Ling Xiao couldn't help but wonder how much untapped potential this combination of the young demon king and the demon lord Black Sky Sword still had, and where their limits lay.

Before long, the giant hands in the air, symbolizing the supreme majesty of the sanctuary, finally vanished completely.

The starry sky, which had been shrouded and nearly frozen by that giant hand, was now just an empty silence.

However, the lingering effects of the battle did not dissipate. The oppressive aura was as heavy as a physical substance, pressing down on everyone's hearts as if weighed down by a thousand pounds, making it hard to breathe.

Every breath felt like a struggle against this invisible force, and under this immense pressure, the heart beat heavier and more laboredly.

The young demon king had a cold and aloof expression, like a cold snow mountain, exuding an aura that kept people at a distance.

There was a hint of weariness in his eyes, a weariness that seemed to be the mark left by countless hardships and obstacles, but more than that, there was determination and perseverance.

That unwavering gaze, like a burning flame, illuminated the path ahead, and no matter how great the difficulties, nothing could stop him from moving forward.

He lightly stomped his right foot on the Crimson Phoenix beneath him; the movement appeared gentle, yet it contained boundless power.

He said in a deep voice, "Forward!"

Although his voice was deep, it was like a resounding bell, filled with unquestionable authority, as if it were a call from fate, compelling everyone to obey.

The phoenix raised its head and let out a long cry, its clear and melodious voice resounding throughout the starry sky, as if it wanted to break through the endless darkness and usher in new light.

Its wings spread wide, and its powerful wings drew graceful arcs across the starry sky, like a golden streak of light, carrying everyone away into the depths of space.

During its flight, the phoenix's scales shimmered with golden light, as dazzling and radiant as the blazing sun.

Each scale is tightly connected, like an indestructible suit of armor, protecting everyone from external dangers.

Occasionally, shooting stars would streak across the sky, but none could match the speed of the phoenix; they could only watch helplessly as it disappeared into the distance.

About an hour later, the phoenix slowly came to a stop.

Its wings fluttered gently, creating a breeze that caressed everyone's faces.

Not far in front of everyone, an ancient and mysterious gate stood quietly.

The towering gate seems to be a bridge connecting heaven and earth, exuding an ancient and weathered aura, as if it has withstood the test of time and witnessed the rise and fall of the universe.

The intricate patterns on the door, like ancient runes, contain endless mysteries, inspiring awe in those who behold them.

Above the door, a small black "Saint" character emitted a faint light, which flickered like a mysterious eye, seemingly containing endless mysteries and pressure.

It silently watches over everyone, inspiring awe and fear, as if approaching this door would plunge one into an unknown and dangerous world.

Upon seeing this door, the expressions of everyone present instantly turned serious, and their relaxed demeanor vanished without a trace.

An invisible sense of oppression swept over them, like a surging tide, tightly surrounding them.

The oppressive feeling weighed heavily on everyone's hearts, as if a huge rock was pressing on their chests, making it difficult to breathe.

Everyone unconsciously gripped their weapons tightly, their fingers turning white from the force. The energy within their bodies began to circulate slowly, like a volcano about to erupt, ready to deal with any potential danger.

Everyone's eyes revealed vigilance and tension, as if they were facing a life-or-death battle.

The young demon king stared intently at the mysterious door, his gaze seemingly trying to pierce through the heavy doors and peer into the world beyond.

A flicker of excitement and anticipation shone in his eyes; the excitement leaped like a flame about to be ignited, while the anticipation flowed gently through his heart like a babbling brook.

Just as he was about to speak in response to the unknown call, an ethereal and otherworldly voice, as if drifting from the distant horizon or whispering in his ear, slowly emerged from inside the door: "Genius from the Demon Sea, come in and have a seat?"

The voice carried an indescribable eeriness, mixed with a hint of mockery and provocation, as if a cunning fox was laughing at the young demon king's overestimation of his abilities. Clearly, the words were directed at the young demon king, like an invisible hook trying to lure him into unknown danger.

Before the young demon king could respond, Lü Ning's expression changed drastically. His originally rosy face turned ashen, devoid of any color, as if he had been struck by an invisible lightning bolt.

She hurriedly spoke up to dissuade him, her voice filled with worry and anxiety, each word seemingly squeezed out from between her teeth: "No!"
There must be some hidden secret here, so do not enter rashly!

This voice sounds hostile; we can't fall for their trap so easily!

Her hands trembled slightly, like leaves shivering in the autumn wind, revealing her extreme unease.

She knew all too well what dangers might lurk behind that door; once she stepped inside, there might be no turning back.

The Roc Demon King's face was also gloomy, like the sky before a storm. His eyes were filled with vigilance and unease. His vigilant gaze was like the sharp eyes of an eagle, scanning everything around him as if he could discover a potential threat at any moment.

He said in a deep voice, “Your Majesty, there may be a trap here. We must not underestimate the enemy!”
We've come this far with great difficulty, overcoming countless obstacles and paying a heavy price. We cannot afford to be complacent at this crucial moment!

His voice was deep and powerful, each word like a heavy hammer striking the hearts of everyone, reminding them of the danger before them.

The young demon king remained calm, as if everything around him was irrelevant.

His lips curled up slightly, revealing a confident smile, a smile as warm and bright as the spring sunshine, as if it could dispel all gloom.

He whispered, "He can't kill me!"

His words were full of confidence and domineering presence, as if nothing in the world could threaten him. He was like a towering mountain, standing firm and inspiring fear in his enemies.