Batian Martial Soul

Endless darkness surged from the opening, spreading out as if it were a tangible entity, as if another unknown world were peering into this place.

Even the nearby mountains were pulled off their proper positions by this terrifying force.

Those once majestic mountains now trembled like fragile blades of grass under the influence of this force.

Some mountains even began to collide with each other, bursting into dazzling light when they collided, like two giant stars colliding.

The enormous roar caused the surrounding air to vibrate violently, creating visible ripples.

The man in white had a solemn expression, and the veins on his once fair forehead were now bulging like wriggling earthworms, showing his tension and all-out effort.

His hands moved swiftly, forming hand seals like butterflies flitting among flowers, each movement precise and rapid, as if honed through countless trials.

At the same time, he shouted loudly: "Heaven and earth are my prison, all laws return to their origin!"

The voice was deep and powerful, like a great bell, echoing through the chaotic void.

With his shout, a huge golden cage appeared out of thin air around the sword energy.

The cage radiated a dazzling golden light, as if it were cast from the purest gold in the world.

Each bar of the cage was incredibly thick, covered with ancient incantations that shimmered with a mysterious light, as if containing the most profound laws of the universe.

They exuded a sacred and majestic aura, like high-ranking deities looking down upon all things in the world, firmly trapping the sharp sword energy within them.

The sword energy surged wildly within the cage, emitting a sharp whistling sound, yet it could never break free from the cage's confinement.

Immediately afterward, the white-robed man's eyes sharpened, and he uttered a soft shout: "Break!"

The voice, though soft, rang in everyone's ears like a thunderclap.

The golden cage shattered with a deafening roar, its fragments scattering in all directions like brilliant meteors.

At the same time, the sword energy trapped within also dissipated into nothingness, as if it had never existed.

The shockwave from the explosion swept outwards like an angry beast, dispersing the surrounding chaotic energy and revealing a relatively clear space.

The young demon king was not discouraged by this brief setback. He remained calm and walked slowly forward.

With each step, a black demonic rune would appear beneath one's feet. The rune, like a mysterious rune, exuded an evil and powerful aura, as if it were a curse brought from the depths of hell.

As he continued forward, the demonic energy around him grew increasingly dense, almost materializing into a black mist that swirled and billowed around him.

Behind him, a huge phantom of a demon god gradually appeared. The phantom was so tall that it seemed to reach the sky and stand upright.

Its face was ferocious, its blood-red maw wide open, and it let out a deafening roar, a roar that sounded like the wailing of ten thousand ghosts, sending chills down one's spine.

Upon seeing this, the man in white raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a cold smile filled with disdain and mockery.

He shouted, "You think you can overthrow the order of the Holy Temple? With your meager abilities?"

"It's like an ant trying to shake a tree!"

His words were like a sharp dagger, piercing straight into the heart of the young demon king.

However, a closer look reveals a hint of worry in his eyes, as the young demon king's strength should not be underestimated.

Upon hearing this, the young demon king's eyes flashed with anger, and his figure vanished from the spot in an instant, like a ghost.

His speed was so fast that it was almost impossible for anyone to catch a trace of him.

The man in white's pupils constricted sharply, and he inwardly cried out in alarm.

His body was surrounded by a burst of protective spiritual light, which was like a layer of golden armor, tightly enveloping him and exuding a sacred and inviolable aura.

He intently scanned his surroundings, trying to find the figure of the young demon king.

However, it was still a step too late.

When the young demon king reappeared, he was already behind him.

The young demon king approached silently like a ghost, his demonic sword gleaming with a cold light, aimed directly at his back.

That demonic sword seemed to carry an endless aura of death, sending chills down one's spine.

The young demon king's breath gently brushed against the back of the white-robed man's neck, carrying a chilling aura, like a cold snake's tongue gliding across his neck, causing the white-robed man's body to tremble slightly.

died?

Just die?
Ling Xiao, who was not far away, felt his head buzz and his eyes widened, as if his eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets.

His heart was pounding wildly in his chest, almost leaping out of his throat, each beat accompanied by a strong tremor that made it nearly impossible for him to breathe.

He stared in disbelief at the scene before him. Could the white-clad man, with his unfathomable and awe-inspiring strength, have been defeated so easily?

Was he completely ended by the seemingly fierce sword strike of the young demon king?
Ling Xiao's mind was instantly thrown into chaos, with all sorts of thoughts flashing through his mind like a tidal wave.

He recalled the white-clad man's previous elegant and composed demeanor, his commanding presence, and the powerful aura emanating from his every move, which seemed to control the life and death of this battlefield.

But now, how could it have fallen so easily?

He wondered what would happen next: would the young demon king truly win, or would the man in white have another plan?
Or is there some deeper conspiracy hidden behind this?

Countless questions swirled in his mind, but he couldn't find a definite answer.

Just then, something unexpected happened.

The white-clad man's body, which had been lying down, suddenly began to dissipate like smoke. The smoke was so light that it seemed a gentle breeze could blow it away.

Ling Xiao's eyes widened even more as he stared intently at the scene, not daring to miss a single detail.

Right in front of the young demon king, another white-clad man appeared, looking exactly the same. He was tall and straight, his white robes fluttering, as if he had never experienced the thrilling battle just now.

The newly appeared man in white clapped his hands lightly, the movement elegant and composed, as if he had just played an insignificant game.

He curled his lips into a mocking smile and said, "Not bad, not bad. You actually managed to see through my afterimage technique and even destroyed one of my clones."

"But what can that change?"

His voice was clear and loud, echoing across the battlefield. His smile carried a hint of smugness, as if everything was under his control and no matter how the young demon king struggled, he could not escape his grasp.

Ling Xiao's heart sank, as if a huge rock was pressing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe.

My back was already soaked with cold sweat, which flowed down my spine, bringing a chilling sensation.

He hadn't expected that his seemingly breathtaking, decisive attack would be futile, merely destroying one of the white-robed man's clones. (End of Chapter)