Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14037 The Demon King's Helper

Ling Xiao casually unfolded the cloth bag he was carrying.

The cloth bag was already somewhat worn, and when he shook it like that, the contents inside became even more loose.

A few pieces of dried meat rolled into his palm.

Bathed in the glow of the setting sun, the dried meat gleamed with an amber-colored sheen.

Its color is so enticing, as if it were telling a story of its unique flavor.

Every single texture is clearly visible.

The grease shimmered slightly on the surface, as if it held the warmth of an entire dusk.

Not far away, a man in white stood quietly.

His gloomy gaze was like a tangible blade, piercing straight into the back of Ling Xiao's neck.

His gaze was cold and sharp, as if he wanted to burn a hole in Ling Xiao's back.

However, Ling Xiao seemed completely unaware.

He deliberately tilted his head back, chin held high, his eyes filled with a hint of provocation.

His Adam's apple bobbed rhythmically, accompanied by exaggerated chewing sounds, "crunch crunch."

The sound was exceptionally loud in the silent air.

The jerky was being torn apart by Ling Xiao's teeth, making a "crunching" sound.

The sound was crisp and clear, as if it carried a peculiar rhythm.

It was even more clearly audible than the roar of distant magical clashes.

The roar was deafening, as if it were about to tear the entire world apart.

But even that seemed to pale in comparison to the sound of Ling Xiao chewing.

"Tsk tsk, the smell of smoke and fire is much more interesting than fighting and killing."

Ling Xiao suddenly stopped chewing, a mocking smile appearing on his lips.

He turned around abruptly, with a large movement.

The jerky in his hand swayed in the air with his movements, deliberately swinging back and forth in front of the man in white.

His saliva still clung to the dried meat, glistening in the sunlight.

As he turned around, some debris fluttered down.

It landed precisely on the hem of the other person's robe, which was embroidered with subtle patterns.

The intricate and ornate patterns were now stained with bits of dried meat, making them look somewhat disheveled.

"If you're tempted, I can share half of it with you after this fight."

Ling Xiao raised an eyebrow, his eyes full of teasing, as if to say that the dried meat was a rare delicacy, while the man in white could only stare blankly.

As they were speaking, a streak of blue light flashed past Ling Xiao's ear like lightning.

The blue light moved extremely fast, carrying a sharp and aggressive aura.

Wherever it passed, the air was torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound.

The blue light struck the nearby rocks, instantly blasting a charred hole.

Debris flew and dust flew.

However, Ling Xiao didn't even lift his eyelids, as if that dangerous blue light was nothing more than a gentle breeze.

He simply and slowly wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth with the corner of his clothes, his movements elegant and composed.

He then leaned against a crooked stone tablet.

The stone tablet was already cracked and teetering on the verge of collapse due to the fierce battle that had just taken place.

The weight of the towering tree pressed down on it, and the stone tablet groaned under the strain, creaking as if it might break at any moment.

The sound echoed in the air, perfectly complementing the increasingly rapid breathing of the man in white.

The white-clad man's breathing grew heavier and heavier, like an enraged wild beast about to erupt at any moment.

Do you think you're the only one with help?

The young demon king, who had been silent all along, suddenly gave a cold smile. The smile was icy and cruel, as if it carried endless chill.

A sly glint flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a set of white and sharp teeth.

"I admit that I used to be a bit arrogant, always thinking that I could do whatever I wanted in this world with my own abilities."

But after seeing the Demon King defeated by the white-robed divine messenger, I realized that it was impossible for me to kill you with my own abilities.

So, I asked for help.

The young demon king's voice was deep and powerful, each word carrying an immense weight as it echoed in the air.

"Oh?"

The man in white had been standing there calmly.

Upon hearing the young demon king mention the matter of helpers, he was slightly taken aback, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, a surprise like a small stone thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

However, his surprise was fleeting, and he quickly regained his composure.

With a slight upturn of his lips, and a hint of curiosity and provocation in his voice, he said, "Then I'll have to see. The helper that the young demon king invited can't be bad, can it?"

He crossed his arms, his eyes revealing an eager excitement, as if he were about to witness a spectacular performance.

The young demon king smiled slightly, a smile that was mysterious and confident, as if everything was under his control.

Then, he slowly raised his right hand.

The uniquely shaped ring on her hand shimmered with an eerie luster in the dim light, as if it concealed endless secrets.

With a gentle wave of his hand, the ring shone brightly.

Immediately afterwards, a pitch-black door appeared out of thin air before everyone's eyes.

This door is like a giant black hole, deep and mysterious.

Smoke filled the doorway, with wisps of black smoke constantly billowing and surging, as if it were a summons from hell, or a sinister path leading to the demon realm.

The atmosphere around them instantly became oppressive, as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping everyone's hearts.

The next moment, a deafening roar came from inside the door.

The sound was like a thunderclap, echoing in the air and making people's eardrums ache.

Immediately afterwards, a huge figure slowly walked out from inside the door.

No, to be precise, it's a monster.

The monster was tall and had a human-like appearance, but its head resembled that of some ancient beast.

The head was enormous and ferocious, covered with sharp fangs and rough scales, as if it were made up of countless sharp daggers.

It stands more than ten meters tall, and when it stands there it looks like a small mountain, which makes people feel awe.

Its face was ferocious, and its eyes were like burning fireballs, radiating a fierce and brutal light, as if it wanted to devour everything in the world.

It held a huge axe, several meters long, its blade gleaming with a cold light, as if it had just been taken from a cold ice cellar, radiating a bone-chilling cold.

It strode with heavy steps, each step causing the ground to tremble, as if the whole world was shaking beneath its feet, majestic and awe-inspiring.

"So strong!"

Standing at a distance, Ling Xiao could clearly feel the powerful aura emanating from the monster.

The aura surged towards him like a raging tide, wave after wave, making it hard for him to breathe.

A hint of seriousness appeared in his eyes, and he became secretly on guard, knowing that this would be an unprecedentedly fierce battle.

The man in white slowly turned his gaze to the monster, looking it up and down.

A slight smile curled at the corner of his lips, a smile tinged with mockery and sarcasm.

He chuckled and said, "That's interesting. You actually managed to get this old monster to take action."