Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14030 Holy Dragon
The young couple stood closely behind the boy demon king, their eyes filled with vigilance, ready to deal with any potential dangers.

The man in white smiled calmly, a smile as gentle as a spring breeze, yet subtly revealing a hint of mystery and danger.

He spoke softly, his voice neither hurried nor slow:
"Don't be impatient."

The real show is just beginning.

After speaking, he gently flicked his fingertips, as if plucking the invisible strings of a musical instrument.

In an instant, the once calm island began to shake violently, the tremors like surging waves, one after another, making the entire island seem as if it were about to fall apart in the tremors.

Huge cracks appeared in the ground, like the gaping maws of a ferocious beast, constantly expanding outwards as if to devour everything in the world.

Thick black smoke billowed from the cracks, resembling giant black dragons baring their fangs and claws as they surged into the sky, blotting out the sun and plunging the entire island into darkness.

At the same time, a terrifying aura soared into the sky, like a tangible blade that cut painfully into people's faces, causing a deep sense of fear to rise in their hearts.

Amidst the stunned and almost dazed gazes of the crowd, a colossal white beast slowly appeared.

This behemoth is about three thousand meters tall, standing like a majestic mountain on the small island.

Its shape is exactly the same as the legendary holy dragon, its whole body is as white as snow, without a single impurity, as if it were carved from the purest jade in the world.

Its body was covered with raised scales, each the size of a millstone, shimmering with a cold, eerie light in the darkness. The light was like stars in a cold night, exuding an ancient aura that made one's heart tremble.

Its eyes, like two blood moons, radiate a captivating light that seems to see through one's soul, making one afraid to meet its gaze.

"Is this an ancient holy dragon?"
No, not possible!
This thing should have gone extinct long ago.

The Elephant Demon King's expression changed drastically. His confident and composed demeanor vanished instantly, replaced by a look of terror and disbelief.

His eyes widened, his mouth gaped open as if a fist could fit inside, and his gasp echoed across the battlefield.

Hearing the Elephant Demon King's exclamation, Ling Xiao was startled and hurriedly asked:

"Is it really an ancient holy dragon?"

His voice carried a hint of urgency and tension, and his eyes were filled with doubt and worry.

The Demon King's voice was low and trembling, as if he were being oppressed by an invisible force:

"No, that's not right. This isn't an ancient holy dragon. It's probably just a monster created by the other party using some kind of treasure combined with the blood of a holy dragon."

Even so, it should still possess world-destroying power.

His hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, and his body trembled slightly involuntarily, clearly filled with fear of the suddenly appearing white behemoth.

Ling Xiao's face was gloomy, like the sky before a storm.

He never imagined that the Sanctuary possessed such technology, capable of artificially creating such monsters.

This thing is not easy to deal with, he thought to himself, a hint of worry and helplessness in his eyes.

He instinctively gripped his weapon tighter, bracing himself for the brutal battle that was about to begin.

Not far away, the white-clad man's lips curled into a mocking smile, a smile like that of a devil, sending chills down one's spine.

His scarlet fingernails lightly traced across his palm, as if playing an evil melody.

His tone was flippant, as if he were discussing a child's game:
"Holy Dragon, have some fun with our friend!"

But his eyes flashed with a cold killing intent, a killing intent as solid as ice, making one feel as if they were in an ice cellar.

As Ling Xiao listened to the white-robed man's scrutinizing and oppressive words, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and a sense of speechlessness spread from the bottom of his heart.

He forced a smile that seemed relaxed yet tinged with obsequiousness, and said in a high-pitched voice:

"Handsome guy, do you think I'm such a weakling that I deserve your attention?"

Look at those people in the Demon Sea, they're all fierce and menacing, but they're not all dead yet. My little body wouldn't even be enough to fill their teeth.

I'm just here for sightseeing, purely to join in the fun and see what's going on. Don't take me too seriously.

As he spoke, he deliberately patted his not-so-strong chest, trying to convince the other person that he was really just an insignificant nobody.

"Emperor Batian, you've gone too far with your acting."

Suddenly, the young demon king's cold voice, like a thunderclap in the cold night, exploded in Ling Xiao's ears.

Ling Xiao felt his head buzz and immediately wanted to curse.

He cursed inwardly: This bastard is so underhanded, he exposed my identity right away!

Isn't this pushing me into a fire pit?
As expected, upon hearing this, the white-robed man's previously calm eyes suddenly turned into a chilling killing intent. His gaze was like a cold, sharp blade, piercing straight at Ling Xiao, as if he wanted to tear him to pieces.

He gritted his teeth and said, word by word:

"So, you are the Overlord Emperor. You are the one who killed the Great Town Saint Lord?"

Don't you know he's my own brother?

The voice was filled with anger and grief, like that of an enraged lion.

Ling Xiao was so anxious that the veins on his forehead bulged and the blood vessels on his neck were clearly visible, like earthworms wriggling under his skin.

He shouted at the top of his lungs, as if his voice was hoarse:

"What a joke!
How could I possibly have the ability to challenge the Great Town Saint Lord? Just think about it, with my meager skills, I'm not even worth an ant in front of the Great Town Saint Lord.

These are all rumors, fabricated by malicious people to frame me. Please don't believe them!

His voice was hoarse from excitement, and his face was full of anxiety and innocence.

The man in white seemed not to hear him at all, and let out a clear but chilling laugh that echoed across the battlefield, sending shivers down everyone's spine.

He flicked his long white sleeves lightly, a movement elegant yet tinged with an eeriness, and slowly said:

"To be honest, I've been keeping an eye on you for quite some time now."

However, the Demon Sea is in chaos; they're like a pack of mad dogs, biting people everywhere, so we simply can't spare the time to deal with you.

Then look at my brother, he's as stupid as a dumb ox, he was being used without even realizing it, and he lost his life for nothing...

Forget it, let's not talk about that idiot!

"Since you've delivered yourself to our doorstep, you're not leaving today!"

As he spoke, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes, a ruthless glint so intense it was almost tangible, making it impossible for anyone to look directly at him.

The silver needles hidden in his sleeve gleamed coldly in the sunlight, as if waiting to deliver a fatal blow to Ling Xiao.

As soon as he finished speaking, the holy dragon, like a white meteor carrying boundless power, rushed straight towards Lingxiao with a world-destroying momentum.