Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14031 Don't Try to Scare This Beast

As its massive body moved, with each step it took, the ground was struck as if by a heavy hammer, instantly creating spiderweb-like cracks that spread rapidly in all directions like grotesque venomous snakes.

A terrifying pressure, almost tangible, surged forth from the Holy Dragon, pressing down on Ling Xiao so much that he felt his breath almost stop. Each inhale felt like he was using all his strength, and his internal organs felt like they were about to be crushed by this invisible force. Excruciating pain came from all parts of his body.

The surrounding air was compressed by the Holy Dragon's powerful force, emitting a sharp whistling sound, like the howling of ghosts and wolves, which sent chills down one's spine.

The trees along the roadside were violently shaken by the force, and their leaves were shaken off, spinning wildly in the air like green snowflakes before being swept away by the gale.

Ling Xiao was both shocked and furious. He secretly thought to himself that things were not going well. The strength of this Holy Dragon far exceeded his expectations, and he was afraid that he would not be able to deal with it easily.

But with things having come to this point, he had no choice but to quickly unleash the Bloodthirsty Blade.

The moment the Bloodthirsty Blade appeared, it exuded a strong bloody aura and a sharp killing intent. The blade shimmered with an eerie red light, as if it craved the nourishment of blood.

Ling Xiao gripped the hilt of his sword tightly with both hands, the tip pointing directly at the Holy Dragon. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he roared with a cold laugh:
"You beast!"
You really don't know how to choose an opponent! Do you really think your grandpa is easy to bully?

"With your strength, you're far inferior to even the Great Town Saint Lord. How dare you be arrogant in front of me? Die!"

His voice boomed like thunder, echoing across the battlefield.

With his roar, a colossal demonic image slowly materialized behind him.

The demon god's form was tens of feet tall, its body shrouded in black demonic energy, exuding an extremely ferocious aura.

Its face was ferocious, and its eyes were like burning flames, exuding a terrifying aura;

Its enormous mouth opened slightly, revealing sharp fangs, as if it could devour everything in the world.

Its body was covered with black scales, each one shimmering with a cold light, as if it were made of the hardest black iron.

In that instant, the Holy Dragon was actually stunned by this terrifying demonic divine form.

Its massive body trembled slightly, a hint of fear flashed in its huge beastly eyes, and it suddenly stopped, its raised claws hovering in mid-air.

Everyone in the room was stunned, their faces showing expressions of "This is possible?"

Some people stared wide-eyed, unable to close their mouths for a long time, as if they had seen the most incredible thing in the world;
Some people stared wide-eyed, their expressions incredulous, their eyes filled with shock and confusion;
Some people couldn't help but rub their eyes, thinking they were hallucinating.

This is a replica of the ancient holy dragon! Although it's certainly not as powerful and invincible as the real ancient holy dragon, it shouldn't be this bad, right? It stopped as soon as someone scared it.

Such questions arose in everyone's minds, and the entire battlefield fell into an eerie silence.

The Holy Dragon's enormous beastly eyes were filled with confusion, and its deep voice echoed in the air like muffled thunder:

"Human, who exactly are you?"

The voice carried a hint of wariness and curiosity, as if it wanted to find the answer from Ling Xiao.

Seeing the Holy Dragon stop, Ling Xiao was also somewhat puzzled, and muttered to himself:
This guy stopped before we even started fighting?

Was it scared out of its wits by my demonic form?

However, this was also a good opportunity for him. He gripped the Bloodthirsty Blade tightly, watching the Holy Dragon warily, ready to deal with any possible changes at any time.

If Ling Xiao were to have a proper fight with this Holy Dragon, even if he were to win with his own strength and various methods, it would definitely not be an easy victory.

After this fierce battle, he will surely be severely weakened, and may even suffer from internal injuries that are difficult to heal.

Moreover, during the battle, in order to deal with the Holy Dragon's endless terrifying attacks, he may be forced to reveal many of his trump cards.

Those trump cards are his life-saving and winning weapons at crucial moments. Once exposed, it's like laying his weaknesses bare in front of the enemy, which is not the result he wants.

He came here today with a specific purpose: to uncover the secrets of the Heavenly Abyss Saint Lord, to see if he could find a way to deal with him, or to obtain some information that would be beneficial to him.

He didn't want to be seen through like a glass window, with everyone knowing exactly what was going on about him.

Ling Xiao coughed lightly, crossed his arms, slightly raised his chin, and looked at the Holy Dragon with an arrogant expression, deliberately speaking in a teasing tone:

"Can't you really tell who I am?"
With my handsome, dashing, and extraordinary figure, just standing here, my aura is enough to make the little demons and monsters around me run away in terror.

And with my overwhelming power, I can destroy the world with a mere gesture, can't you see that?
Don't you have any self-awareness?

As he spoke, he deliberately shook his clothes, striking a pose of a lonely master.

The holy dragon shook its enormous head, its scales rubbing against each other, making a rustling sound, like countless tiny grains of sand rolling.

Its enormous beastly eyes were filled with confusion as it spoke in a low, buzzing voice:
What numbers could I possibly have?

"You're just bragging, who knows if what you're saying is true or false?"

Ling Xiao was instantly enraged. The veins on his forehead, which were already faintly visible, bulged again, like angry little snakes wriggling under his skin.

He pointed at the Holy Dragon's nose and shouted:

"Stupid, that's why I say you're stupid. No wonder you're a monster created by humans, you're completely brainless!"

Laozi possesses the divine form of a demon god, a unique mark. Who do you think Laozi is?

"In this world, who else but me, Lingxiao, could possess such a majestic and awe-inspiring Dharma form!"

Saint Dragon tilted his head, pondered for a moment with his clumsy brain, then suddenly his eyes lit up, and he said with certainty:
"I see!
Your demonic form is definitely fake; you're just trying to scare this beast!
"Hmph, you think you can fool me with such a petty trick? Not so easy."

His tone was full of disdain and skepticism.

Ling Xiao: "..."

He was speechless, as if a flock of crows were flying overhead.

Should I call you smart or stupid?

This is clearly a genuine manifestation of a demon god, yet this stupid dragon still claims it's fake.

Ling Xiao was speechless for a moment. He opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. He cursed inwardly that the Holy Dragon was so stubborn and incomprehensible no matter how he tried to enlighten him, but he didn't know how to refute it.

Just as the atmosphere became awkward, as if the air itself was about to freeze, suddenly, a green light flashed, and the Green Spirit suddenly appeared from the magic needle space within Ling Xiao's body.

She hovered in mid-air, radiating a soft green light, her voice carrying a hint of vicissitude, as if she had traversed endless years.