Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14025 So Strong!

The man in white continued speaking.

"In that vast world shrouded in ancient legends and mysterious powers, the Demon Sea is like a giant beast lurking in the abyss of darkness, its power expanding and growing stronger at an astonishing rate."

What could possibly have caused this already evil and terrifying sea of ​​demons to become so arrogant?
Ultimately, it is because they insanely absorbed all the primordial power of your Great Town Dynasty.

The Great Town Dynasty was once a dazzling pearl on this continent, possessing a long history, profound cultural heritage, and a prosperous and flourishing scene.

However, the demons of the sea, these greedy, cruel and tyrannical creatures, were like starving wolves with their eyes gleaming green.

They regarded the invaluable source of the Great Town Dynasty, which contained endless vitality and power, as something they could easily obtain, and launched a frenzied plunder without any scruples or restraint.

In this brutal plunder, the primordial power of the Great Town Dynasty suffered utter destruction.

Today, nearly 90% of the once vast and powerful source that supported the prosperity of the entire dynasty has disappeared.

The once bustling and vibrant city, filled with laughter and joy, is now dilapidated and scarred.

That once vibrant, fertile land, where people lived in peace and contentment, is now shrouded in gloom and riddled with holes.

The once impregnable and majestic city wall that protected the people of the dynasty is now crumbling, as if it could collapse at any moment in a storm.

All of this is the evil consequence of the Demon Sea's insatiable greed and endless plunder.

The young demon king heard these heartbreaking words.

His expression changed slightly; a hint of seriousness and anger flashed across his previously calm face.

But his gaze remained as firm as iron, as if it contained boundless power, capable of piercing through all darkness and obstacles in the world.

He suddenly stood up, his posture as upright as a pine tree, like a majestic mountain standing on the island.

He exuded an extremely sharp aura, as if he could freeze the surrounding air.

His gaze was firm and resolute, like the brightest star in the night sky, shining with an indomitable light, as if it could penetrate all obstacles and reach the depths of the enemy's heart.

He took a deep breath and then said loudly:
"The origin is the supreme power bestowed upon this world."
It does not belong to any one person.

It is not something that can be arbitrarily controlled by any force.

It belongs to every living being in this world.
Whether it is a high and mighty god,

Ordinary human beings;

Whether it is a bird soaring in the sky,

Or it is a fish swimming in the deep sea.

Everyone has the right to experience its power.
Use it to improve yourself.
Go and pursue your own happiness and dreams.

And you, you dare to try to possess this precious source for yourself.
Use it to maintain your hypocritical and corrupt rule.

Since you don't choose to leave,

They stubbornly continue to attempt to control the origin,

Then don't blame me for being impolite.

Take action! "

His voice resounded throughout the island like a great bell, each word carrying immense power, echoing in the air for a long time, demonstrating his fearless courage and unwavering determination.

The surrounding sea breeze seemed to be infected by his momentum. The originally gentle sea breeze suddenly became howling, like thousands of ferocious beasts roaring, making everyone's clothes flutter, as if cheering for the young demon king's feat.

As those resolute words fell like thunder, an incredibly powerful and chilling aura suddenly erupted like a surging tide.

This aura seemed capable of swallowing the entire world, causing everything around it to tremble.

The moment this aura appeared, it carried a terrifying, world-destroying power.

It was like an invisible blade, so sharp it seemed capable of easily tearing apart this seemingly solid space, carving out imperceptible yet chilling cracks in the void.

The surrounding air seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible hand, instantly freezing and stopping the flow of air. It was as if time itself had stood still.

Every breath of air felt heavy and oppressive, making it difficult to breathe, as if one were inside an airtight iron can.

Lu Ning and the others were all battle-hardened and quick-witted.

The moment this terrifying aura erupted, their bodies moved as if springs had been inserted, reacting reflexively.

Their figures moved erratically like ghosts, leaving afterimages in their wake, and in the blink of an eye, they appeared behind the young demon king like phantoms.

They stood tall and straight like pine trees, like unshakable mountain peaks, unmoved by howling winds or torrential rain.

His aura was surging and powerful, like a volcano about to erupt, containing endless energy that could burst at any moment and turn everything around him to ashes.

The killing intent surged to the heavens, seemingly capable of freezing the entire world and causing the surrounding temperature to plummet, chilling to the bone.

Everyone gripped their weapons tightly, their fingers turning white from the force, and their knuckles making a "crackling" sound.

Their eyes were filled with determination and resolve, like the brightest stars in the night sky, shining with an indomitable light.

They knew very well that this battle was by no means a simple struggle.

It's like a life-or-death gamble that will determine the future of the Demon Sea. Whether the Demon Sea can establish itself and develop in this chaotic world, whether it can prosper or become fish on someone else's chopping board, all depends on this battle.

At the same time, this battle also concerned the fate of each and every one of them. Whether they lived or died, whether they were honored or disgraced, whether they became heroes admired by thousands or disappeared silently into the long river of history, all depended on the outcome of this battle.

The man in white stood quietly in place, like a statue standing alone in the world.

He looked at everyone, who were on high alert and ready for battle, but his face still wore that calm and composed smile, as if the impending battle was nothing more than an insignificant child's play that had nothing to do with him.

He shook his head gently, his movements elegant and composed, a mocking smile playing on his lips. He said, "Oh, look at you, all at the Azure Moon Realm! It seems you've put in a lot of effort for this battle. You must have been preparing meticulously and planning this for a long time."

As he spoke, he suddenly seemed to have discovered something interesting, and a hint of doubt and teasing flashed in his previously nonchalant eyes.

He slowly turned his gaze to Ling Xiao beside him, looked him up and down, and his eyes were filled with disdain and contempt.