Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14035 I'm the weakest, I'll just watch the show.

That cold light was like a ferocious beast lurking in the darkness, ready to pounce on its prey at any moment, sending chills down one's spine.

He stared at Ling Xiao and said coldly, "Over the years, you are one of the very few humans who have dared to speak to me like this! Do you know that those who are so insolent in front of me never have a good ending? However, since you have something on you that interests me, I'll give you one more chance. Hand it over obediently, or else..."

His voice trailed off, but the threat was unmistakable.

Ling Xiao raised an eyebrow, the corner of his eye slightly upturned, with a hint of unruliness and playfulness, and asked with great interest, "What I'm curious about is, what happened to the others? You didn't wipe them all out, did you? Or did you leave a few alive to amuse you?"

His tone was relaxed and casual, as if they were not discussing a matter of life and death, but rather a casual chat on the street.

The white-robed man's originally calm gaze slowly shifted to the young demon king standing to the side with his sword. In an instant, his aura suddenly turned chilling, like a blizzard that suddenly struck in the dead of winter, sending shivers down one's spine.

His eyes held a hint of apprehension as he stared intently at the young demon king, as if scrutinizing a powerful opponent.

"They all paid the price for their foolish actions. Of course, so did you!"

His voice was low and cold, like a curse from the depths of hell.

As soon as he finished speaking, the void suddenly twisted, as if a pair of invisible hands were kneading the space at will.

Immediately afterwards, three dark figures slowly emerged from behind him. The figures were like thick ink, exuding a chilling aura.

The three people included an old man, a middle-aged man, and a woman.

The old man was hunched over, his hair was as white as snow, and his face was covered with deep wrinkles, as if time had etched countless marks of vicissitudes on his face, but his eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, revealing a sinister and cunning look.

The middle-aged man was burly and muscular, like a moving small mountain. He had a hideous scar on his face that stretched from his forehead to his chin, which added to his fierce and brutal appearance.

The woman had a graceful figure and a beautiful face, but her eyes held a cold and alluring quality, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, ready to deliver a fatal blow to her enemy at any moment.

They walked out step by step, leaving a charred footprint on the ground with each step, as if it had been scorched by fire, emitting a pungent smell.

The air was filled with a nauseating stench, as if it came from hell.

The young demon king's pupils contracted slightly, and a hint of wariness flashed in his originally calm eyes. His hand unconsciously tightened its grip on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and his knuckles turned slightly white from the force, clearly showing his bones.

His body was slightly tense, like a fully drawn bow, ready to shoot a fatal arrow at any moment.

"Is this your trump card?"

His voice was deep and firm, with a hint of disdain and provocation.

The man in white gently stroked his sleeve, which fluttered in his hand like a piece of flowing silk.

Strange runes flickered faintly within her sleeve, resembling mysterious incantations and emitting a ghostly green light.

He sneered, "A trump card? Maybe. Think what you want to think."

His voice was icy cold, as if it could freeze the surrounding air, and as if every word carried endless chill.

In the end, a cruel smile curled at the corner of his mouth, a smile as sharp as a blade that sent chills down one's spine.

The young demon king nodded calmly, his eyes filled with determination, as if no matter how many difficulties and obstacles lay ahead, they could not shake his resolve.

The demonic energy around him began to surge slowly, like black smoke swirling around him. The demonic energy grew thicker and thicker, as if it would devour the entire world.

"It's no use. Whether it's your trump card or not, you're going to die today. Over the years, we've made many preparations to fight against the Tianyuan Dynasty."

The man in white looked at the demonic energy surging from the young demon king, his eyes showing no fear, but rather confidence and arrogance.

He could almost see the young demon king lying at his feet, and the smile on his lips grew even wider.

The young demon king's voice was steady and calm, each word like a heavy hammer, clearly reaching the ears of everyone present. His tone was undeniably certain, clearly indicating that he was not lying.

He stood there, upright as a pine tree, his eyes firm and sharp, as if he had already seen through the situation before him.

The man in white was slightly taken aback when he heard the young demon king's words, then chuckled.

The laughter was sharp and piercing, like the cry of an owl, echoing in the air.

His hair danced wildly in the wind, like black demonic flames burning madly, giving people a crazy and dangerous feeling.

"Actually, you want to kill me, and I also want to destroy your Demon Sea. You people are too powerful! You're hard to control!"

His voice was deep and sinister, as if it came from the depths of hell, and every word was filled with murderous intent.

After speaking, his eyes sharpened, and he waved his hand lightly behind him.

The three warriors behind him, like beasts given a command, instantly transformed into three streaks of light, rushing towards the Elephant Demon King and his group at an extremely fast speed.

Their speed was astonishing; wherever they passed, space was torn apart by tiny cracks, from which a cold light shone and a piercing shriek was emitted, as if space itself was wailing in agony.

In an instant, the shouts of battle shook the heavens and earth, as if they were about to overturn the entire world.

Dust filled the air, obscuring the sky and making it impossible to see what was happening inside.

Various magical lights intertwined and flickered, red like fire, blue like ice, and purple like a dream, colliding and merging with each other, bursting out with powerful energy fluctuations.

Each collision of spells would cause a violent tremor, as if the whole world was shaking.

Ling Xiao, the young demon king, and Lü Ning stood on the edge of the battlefield, coldly observing the fierce battle.

Lu Ning frowned deeply; his once relaxed brows were now twisted into a knot. He occasionally waved the feather fan in his hand, but the breeze he created could not dispel the worries in his heart.

His eyes were filled with worry as he rapidly assessed the situation in his mind, pondering how to find a turning point in this crisis and protect everyone's safety.

At this moment, in this chaotic battlefield, only the young demon king, Ling Xiao, and Green Spirit remained idle.

Green Spirit stood quietly to the side, the longsword in her hand gleaming coldly, her eyes warily watching the surrounding movements, ready to deal with any possible danger at any moment.

"I'm the weakest, I'll just watch the show, you guys fight."

Ling Xiao's lips curled up slightly, revealing a playful smile. After speaking, he actually retreated to the edge of the battlefield.