Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14038 The Demon King of Confusion
The white-clad man spoke with a perfectly measured curve at the corners of his mouth, conveying a nonchalant attitude.

The moonlight shone on his white clothes, giving off a cold, shimmering glow, as if even the surrounding air was frozen by his words, sending chills down one's spine.

The monster's voice was hoarse, as if it were sandpaper being rubbed, and each word seemed to be squeezed out with difficulty from its throat.

Its back was hunched, and its tattered armor swayed in the wind, making a "whoosh" sound.

Its neck, covered in scars, was exposed. The crisscrossing scars seemed to be cruel marks left by time, telling the story of the countless life-and-death struggles it had experienced.

It slowly spoke, saying, "Little Demon King, you released me from the abyss, and I'll destroy this bastard for you. We're even now."

As it spoke, it slowly raised its head, its cloudy eyes gleaming with a resolute light, a light like burning embers, faint yet never extinguished, as if proclaiming its determination and invincible will to everyone.

The young demon king nodded slightly, the movement minimal, yet carrying an undeniable resolve.

He said in a deep voice, "Regardless of winning or losing, we're even."

His voice was as calm as a deep pool, without a ripple, as if all the disturbances of the world could not stir a ripple in his heart.

However, upon closer inspection, one can detect a subtle, almost imperceptible fluctuation in his eyes, a fluctuation as fleeting as a shooting star across the night sky, yet undeniably real.

In that brief moment, a long-forgotten past seemed to surface in his eyes. Those scenes, buried by time, flashed through his mind like a movie, filled with pain, struggle, and helplessness.

The monster slowly turned around, its massive body making a dull thud as it moved, as if the earth were trembling slightly.

It turned to the man in white, its gaze filled with a touch of emotion, an emotion like fine wine, growing richer with each sip, as if recalling distant events buried by time.

"It's unbelievable that such a powerful figure has emerged in such a short time."

It murmured to itself, its voice hoarse and low, as if coming from an ancient abyss.

As it spoke, it stretched out its incredibly strong hand, its arm as thick as the branches of a towering tree, covered with hideous scars and bulging veins, a testament to the countless fierce battles it had endured.

Its hand slowly reached out towards the man in white, as if it wanted to touch this powerful figure who amazed it and feel the unique aura emanating from him.

However, just as it was about to touch the man in white, its hand stopped in mid-air, as if bound by an invisible force.

It gazed silently at the man in white, its eyes filled with a complex mix of regret and relief. The regret was like a withering flower, carrying a hint of desolation; the relief was like a new bud breaking through the soil, full of vitality and hope.

Just then, an urgent voice suddenly rang out in the room, breaking the brief silence like a thunderclap.

That was Green Spirit's voice, tinged with tension, as if an invisible string was taut and could snap at any moment.

Green Spirit struggled to push through the crowd, his small frame struggling to maneuver through the throng.

His forehead was covered in beads of sweat, which rolled down like beads from a broken string, soaking his clothes.

He finally managed to squeeze to the front, panting as he said, "Kid, that guy is the Demon King of Chaos, the first Demon King of the Demon Sea. Although he's not the strongest, he once made the Holy Temple quite frustrated."

Green Spirit's voice trembled as he spoke, his hands clenched involuntarily, his knuckles turning white from the force, revealing the surging fear and awe that crashed over his heart wave after wave.

The moment this name was uttered, it was as if an invisible lightning bolt had streaked across the night sky, and the atmosphere in the room instantly froze.

Everyone's expressions became very solemn, as if shrouded in a thick layer of gloom.

Everyone knows that the Demon Sea was once chaotic, and the demons there were all ferocious and violent. Although they were powerful individually, they were like a pile of loose sand, unable to unite, and had always been firmly suppressed by the human race, who dared not act rashly.

Later, the Demon King of Chaos appeared out of nowhere, like a ray of dawn in the darkness, bringing new hope to the sea of ​​demons.

With his extraordinary strength and outstanding leadership skills, he stabilized the precarious position of the Demon Sea.

Although he did not completely unify the Demon Sea, in a sense, without him, there would be no Demon Sea as we know it today.

He is like a towering mountain, standing tall in the long history of the demon sea, becoming an eternal legend in the hearts of demons.

Now that this legendary figure is standing before everyone, how can one not feel shocked and in awe?
This guy is a truly terrifying being. In that mysterious and dangerous land of the Demon Sea, countless legendary stories about him circulate, inspiring fear in those who hear of him.

Legend has it that long ago, the conflict between humans and the demon sea intensified, and the conflict continued to escalate.

Upon hearing that a rare treasure had appeared in the Demon Sea, more than a dozen powerful humans joined forces and stormed towards the Demon Sea, attempting to seize the treasure and, incidentally, wipe out the Demon Sea in one fell swoop.

Those dozen or so human warriors were all exceptionally strong, possessing unique skills and numerous magical treasures. They were invincible and quickly reached the core area of ​​the Demon Sea.

Faced with this powerful offensive, the many demons of the Demon Sea were defeated and retreated one after another, plunging the Demon Sea into a great crisis.

At this critical moment, the Mischievous Demon King stepped forward.

He was tall and imposing, like a moving mountain, exuding a chilling aura.

He single-handedly and resolutely faced those dozen or so human powerhouses.

That battle was so fierce that it was as if the sky darkened and the sun and moon lost their light.

In the sky, the wind howled and the dark clouds rolled in, as if even the heavens were lamenting this fierce battle.

On the ground, mountains collapsed and the earth cracked, sand and stones flew everywhere, and the once beautiful Demon Sea was instantly turned into ruins.

The Demon King of Chaos engaged in a fierce battle with the dozen or so human powerhouses. Every attack he made carried overwhelming power, and every defense he made was as solid as a rock.

Sometimes he would swing his enormous fist, smashing it down on his enemies like a meteor; other times he would cast mysterious spells, summoning all sorts of demons to aid him.

The dozen or so human experts were not to be outdone. They all unleashed their signature skills, with various magical treasures flashing and sword energy crisscrossing.

The battle lasted for days and nights, leaving both sides wounded, but the Demon King never retreated an inch.

In the end, with his indomitable will and extraordinary strength, he repelled the dozen or so human powerhouses and successfully protected the peace of the Demon Sea.