Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14022 Man in White
The young demon king's confidence, like an invisible force, infected everyone present, easing their fear and relaxing their tense nerves.

Only Ling Xiao thought to himself, "Showing off will get you struck by lightning!"

He muttered to himself, feeling that the young demon king's behavior was too flamboyant. In this place full of unknowns and dangers, such carelessness and arrogance might bring unnecessary trouble.

But he only thought it to himself and didn't say it aloud. After all, he didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble in this tense situation.

After saying that, the young demon king's eyes flashed with a resolute light, and he walked slowly toward the mysterious door with firm and steady steps.

His back was ramrod straight, like a drawn sword, exuding an unstoppable aura.

Each step he took was extremely heavy, as if he wanted to leave a mark on the void beneath his feet. His firm strides seemed to be declaring his determination to the heavens and earth, that no matter what awaited him ahead, he would never back down.

After taking a few steps, he seemed to remember something, and his hurried steps suddenly came to a halt.

He slowly turned around, his gaze like a blazing flame, looking straight at Ling Xiao. His gaze held a strange meaning, so profound that it was hard to fathom.

"You come in with me!"

The young demon king's voice was deep and powerful, each word carrying an undeniable authority.

In his eyes, there was both trust, as if he recognized Ling Xiao as a partner who could fight alongside him; and a hint of testing, as if he wanted to see through this unknown adventure whether Ling Xiao was truly worthy of his trust.

Ling Xiao was slightly stunned, as if he had been frozen in place.

A look of astonishment crossed his face, an astonishment like a boulder suddenly thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up a storm in his heart.

His eyes widened, his mouth slightly open, but he couldn't utter a word for a moment.

He didn't understand why the young demon king would choose him. Among the crowd, his strength was not outstanding, and he was usually inconspicuous.

If we encounter danger, can I really help?

Could it become a burden to the young demon king?

Everyone turned their gaze to Ling Xiao, their eyes filled with doubt and confusion, like a group of curious cats staring at a mysterious box that had suddenly appeared.

They began to whisper among themselves, their voices like the buzzing of bees filling the air.

"His strength is average, why would the young demon king choose him?"

"That's right, there might be great danger going in there. Can he handle it?"

"Could there be some hidden story behind this?"

"Don't go!"

Ling Xiao curled his lip, a hint of disdain and stubbornness on his face. "You're confident, you're invincible, but I'm a weakling. I'm afraid I'll get killed if I go in."

I don't want to lose my life in this random place so soon.

Although his voice was not loud, it conveyed a sense of firmness, as if he were expressing his attitude.

"go!"

The young demon king didn't give Ling Xiao a chance to refuse. His eyes flashed like lightning in the cold night, and he grabbed Ling Xiao's arm.

The force was so great that Ling Xiao couldn't break free and could only be dragged by the young demon king towards the gate.

Ling Xiao struggled in the young demon king's grasp, muttering repeatedly, "Let me go, I can walk by myself..."

But the young demon king paid no heed and continued walking with unwavering determination.

The moment they stepped through the gate, a strange force, like a surging tide, quickly enveloped the two of them.

The force was like an invisible hand, gripping them tightly and rendering them unable to move.

The two felt dizzy and everything around them became blurry, as if they had entered a huge vortex.

My body swayed uncontrollably, and my head spun, as if countless bees were buzzing in my ears.

When they came to their senses, the scene before them was completely different.

The once empty starry sky has disappeared, replaced by a strange world.

As the two stepped inside, it was as if they had crossed the boundaries of time and space, and before them lay a tranquil island that resembled a paradise.

The island is gently surrounded by crystal-clear lake water, which is like a huge blue crystal, pure and transparent.

Under the sunlight, the lake surface shimmered with countless tiny diamonds, like sparkling stars leaping and playing.

A gentle breeze swept across the lake, creating ripples that spread outwards like the soft marks left by time on its surface.

Looking up, there is a sky as blue as a jewel, with snow-white clouds drifting leisurely in various shapes, some like galloping horses, some like gentle sheep, and some like majestic mountain peaks.

The bright and warm sunshine, like golden threads, gently falls on the body, making one feel incredibly comfortable, as if all fatigue and tension have vanished in this moment.

This place stands in stark contrast to the oppressive, suffocating starry sky outside, as if they were two completely different worlds.

Not far in front of the two, a man in white sat quietly.

He looked to be in his early twenties, with an exceptionally handsome face and features that appeared to have been meticulously sculpted, with smooth and beautiful lines.

Her long, white hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, swaying gently in the breeze, like the Milky Way falling from the heavens.

Even her eyebrows were snow-white, which contrasted with her snow-white hair, adding to her otherworldly and mysterious aura.

He was dressed in a white battle suit, embroidered with exquisite patterns that resembled ancient runes or mysterious totems, swaying gently in the breeze as if containing boundless power.

At this moment, he was quietly observing Ling Xiao and the young demon king. His deep eyes were like a deep pool, with a faint smile in them, as if he had already seen through everything, and that all things in the world were nothing but fleeting clouds in his eyes.

His smile held a hint of wisdom and composure, making it impossible to fathom what he was truly thinking.

The young demon king and Ling Xiao exchanged a glance, then slowly walked towards the man in white.

Their steps were steady and powerful, each step carrying both vigilance and curiosity.

In front of the man in white was an antique-style tea table, made of an unknown type of wood, which emitted a faint woody fragrance.

On it was a set of exquisite tea utensils, the teapot and teacups with a simple and elegant shape, and exquisite patterns carved on them.

The aroma of tea is so strong and delicate, it fills the air and makes people feel refreshed and relaxed.

The man in white gracefully gestured for the others to enter; his movements were light and fluid, like a dancing immortal.

He gestured for the two to sit down, his voice gentle and pleasant: "Please sit down, gentlemen."