Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14039 Let's exchange a couple of moves?
From then on, the name of the Mischievous Demon King spread throughout the Demon Sea, becoming a hero and guardian deity in the hearts of the demons.

At this moment, the Demon King stood in the center of the arena, his eyes blazing as he stared intently at the man in white.

He said calmly, "Make your move!"

These three simple words seemed to contain endless pressure, like a heavy boulder pressing on everyone's hearts.

As he finished speaking, his aura spread out like a surging tide.

Its aura was so tangible that the ground trembled slightly wherever it passed, as if shaking with its power; dark clouds filled the sky, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and streaks of lightning, like giant dragons, weaved through the clouds, making deafening noises, as if the end of the world was approaching.

The man in white stood still, motionless, and simply shook his head slightly.

His expression was arrogant, and his eyes revealed a disdain for the troublemaker.

Immediately afterwards, his aura surged, like a volcano about to erupt, with a powerful aura soaring into the sky.

A vast domain formed around him.

That domain was like an independent world, enveloping the man in white.

Within the domain, countless terrifying holy swords emerged, their blades gleaming with a cold, icy light, as if forged from millennia-old ice.

The sword energy crisscrossed, like a giant net, tearing the surrounding air into fragments and emitting a sharp whistling sound.

The white-clad man's voice was clear yet full of disdain: "You are not worthy of my attention."

The mischievous devil frowned slightly, his already deep brows furrowing even more tightly, as if they could trap a fly.

His voice deepened, like muffled thunder in your ear: "Am I not qualified to make you take action?"

A hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes, a displeasure that burned like a flame, instantly igniting the anger in his heart.

The oppressive aura emanating from him intensified, like a volcano about to erupt, causing the surrounding space to distort and deform as if being kneaded by an invisible giant hand.

"There really isn't!"

As soon as the man in white finished speaking, the withered old man who had been standing quietly beside him spoke.

The old man was thin and slightly hunched, with a gentle smile on his face, a smile as warm as the spring sunshine, making people feel very kind.

He slowly took two steps forward, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said, "I am but an unknown nobody from the Heavenly Abyss Holy Hall, and I have come here to learn from the Demon King of Chaos's ultimate techniques!"

However, the faint yet powerful aura emanating from him silently testified to his extraordinary nature.

That aura was like a deep ocean, seemingly calm, but actually turbulent, making it not to be underestimated.

The people present looked at each other, their eyes filled with doubt and astonishment, because no one recognized this suddenly appearing, withered old man.

He was like a mysterious meteorite falling from the sky, shattering the original balance in the arena.

However, anyone with eyesight and a bit of knowledge would understand from the old man's every move that he could not possibly be some nobody.

He stood there quietly, seemingly thin and frail, yet he was like a dormant volcano, containing boundless power.

The aura emanating from him was like a surging tide, wave after wave, even comparable to that of the infamous Demon King of the Demon Sea.

The aura he exuded carried an ancient and mysterious quality, making people wonder what kind of unknown past he had and what astonishing strength he possessed.

The Demon King narrowed his eyes slightly, giving the withered old man a sharp look, and secretly became wary.

He knew very well that the old man in front of him was no ordinary person.

If a major battle were to take place here, it would likely affect innocent people and cause unnecessary destruction.

So he said in a deep voice, "Let's go somewhere else!"

After saying that, he flashed and disappeared instantly, like a ghost.

Only a deep and mysterious spatial rift remained.

The crack emitted a ghostly blue light, like stars in the deep night sky, shimmering with an eerie and captivating hue.

It seems to connect to another mysterious world, inspiring awe in all who behold it.

The gaunt old man turned his head slightly to look at the man in white, his face still bearing that gentle and respectful smile.

She said softly, "I'm going. Be careful."

The voice was soft and warm, like the care and advice of an elder to a younger person.

Without further hesitation, he lightly touched the ground with his toes and his figure flashed like lightning, following the Demon King away.

His faint scent lingered in the air, a very unique scent with a hint of sea salt, as if he had just returned from the seaside.

It also carried a faint herbal fragrance, making one wonder if he was skilled in medicine or alchemy.

In the blink of an eye, only Ling Xiao, Lü Ling, the young demon king, and the man in white remained in the arena.

All around was silent, as if time itself had frozen at that moment.

Only the howling wind whistled past my ears, its sound like the wailing of ghosts and wolves, as if playing a tragic prelude to the impending great battle.

The strong wind whipped up the sand and stones on the ground, like countless sharp knives, which struck the four people and made a rustling sound.

Each grain of sand seemed to carry boundless power, making the four of them feel an invisible pressure.

The man in white still wore that meaningful smile, a smile like a trap hidden in the mist, impossible to fathom.

He slowly turned his gaze to Ling Xiao, his eyes flashing with a dangerous light, like a hungry beast spotting its prey.

A slight smirk played on his lips as he said dismissively, "Want to exchange a couple of moves?"

As he spoke, he casually flexed his wrists, making a cracking sound that was particularly jarring in the quiet room.

At the same time, a holy light began to gather around him, as bright and dazzling as the rising sun, enveloping him completely, making him seem like a god descending to earth, inspiring awe in everyone.

Ling Xiao remained silent, his eyes like a deep lake, calm yet wary.

He stared intently at the man in white, not missing a single, subtle movement.

The body's energy circulates rapidly through the meridians, like a rushing river, ready to respond to any unexpected situation.

He knew that the white-clad man before him was powerful and no ordinary person, and this battle would surely be extremely dangerous.

But he had no intention of backing down, because he had his own beliefs and convictions.

Seeing that Ling Xiao did not make a move, the white-robed man's provocative smile grew even stronger, like a blooming flower of evil, his eyes filled with undisguised mockery.

He said dismissively, "You dare not?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the holy light around him surged violently like a raging wave, becoming increasingly dazzling and gradually forming a huge white vortex.

The center of the vortex emanated a chilling power, seemingly capable of devouring everything, and the surrounding space was distorted and blurred by this powerful force.