Batian Martial Soul

Is the white-clad man before us his true form, or another clone?
Ling Xiao's eyes were filled with excitement and exhilaration. In this tense and thrilling battlefield where life and death hung in the balance, he felt an unprecedented thrill, as if the blood in his body was boiling and every cell was cheering.

It's been a long time since I've encountered such formidable opponents, especially two of them.

The young demon king was already so terrifying; the strength and fighting spirit he displayed made even Ling Xiao tremble with fear.

The sharp sword energy, the dense demonic energy, and the unwavering belief all demonstrated that he was a powerful figure not to be underestimated.

But the man in white was even more astonishing. He seemed to possess endless methods and trump cards. His afterimage technique and clone technique were impossible to defend against.

His strength is unfathomable, like a vast ocean, the bottom of which can never be fathomed.

The young demon king stared intently at the man in white, his eyes burning with fierce fighting spirit that illuminated the air around him like a blazing flame.

He said in a deep voice, "This world does not need a high and mighty sanctuary to control the fate of all living beings."

His voice was firm and powerful, as if it were a vow from the deepest hell, carrying an unquestionable determination.

Every word struck people's hearts like a heavy hammer, making them feel his deep longing for freedom and his resistance against the rule of the church.

The man in white raised his head and let out a wild and unrestrained laugh: "Hehehe, what a magnificent and righteous speech!"

"If the Holy Temple doesn't control this world, do you expect those savage, bloodthirsty creatures from the Demon Sea to control it?"

"Hmph! In my opinion, the existence of the Sanctuary is like a pillar of stability for all living beings in this world."

"The Holy Temple, which governs all beings with order and rules, is definitely a thousand times, ten thousand times better than the chaotic and arbitrary rule of your Demon Sea!"

His laughter echoed wildly in the chaotic void, sharp and piercing, full of mockery and provocation, as if deliberately provoking the young demon king.

The young demon king's face was ashen, his eyes showing no hesitation or wavering. He shook his head without hesitation, his tone cold and resolute: "I have no say in what the future holds, nor do I want to."

"But today, you must die."

"Your existence is one of the root causes of this world's descent into chaos."

His words were resolute, each one like a heavy hammer, striking the hearts of everyone with irresistible force, making the surrounding air seem to freeze.

The white-clad man's expression instantly turned cold, as if frost covered his face in the dead of winter.

His brow furrowed, a flash of anger in his eyes, and he said loudly, "Do you know how terrifying human desires can be?"

"In pursuit of that elusive and powerful cultivation realm, they are like greedy wolves, wantonly plundering the spiritual energy of heaven and earth."

"In order to compete for cultivation resources, they did not hesitate to wage war and cause great suffering to the people."

"Countless beautiful and peaceful worlds have been destroyed and turned into ruins because of their greed and strife."

"If it weren't for our Holy Temple's checks and balances, restraining their behavior with rules and order, the Bai Ze Continent would have long since fallen apart, reduced to chaos and desolation!"

His eyes were filled with anger and helplessness, like a parent watching their child go astray but powerless to stop them. His eyes showed both heartache and deep exhaustion.

The young demon king's gaze was firm and unwavering as he looked directly into the white-robed man's eyes. His voice was steady and powerful: "Cultivation is for survival; it is the instinct of all living beings."

"Whether human or of other races, everyone has the right to pursue survival and strength."

"In this cruel world, the law of the jungle is eternal."

"Only by constantly cultivating and improving one's strength can one gain a foothold in this dog-eat-dog world."

"The world's resources should be shared, not monopolized by any one party."

"Your church, under the guise of maintaining order, is actually monopolizing resources; this is true selfishness and greed."

His eyes gleamed with a sharp light, as if he had seen through the essence of the world, and that light revealed a persistent pursuit of fairness and justice.

The white-robed man's lips curled into a sneer, his eyes filled with doubt and dissatisfaction: "So, to satisfy the endless greed of your Demon Sea, the entire world must be sacrificed?"

"You keep talking about breaking the rule of the church and pursuing freedom and equality, but what are you actually doing?"

"You're just trying to satisfy your own insane desire for plunder."

"Once you take control of this land, what awaits all living beings will be an even more cruel rule and endless disasters."

The young demon king did not back down and retorted sharply, "You keep talking about the Bai Ze Continent and the well-being of all living beings, but what are you really doing?"

"You too are drawing upon the world's origins and controlling special spiritual energy to consolidate your temple's rule and your own strength."

"What difference is there between you and those so-called greedy creatures?"

"It's just the pot calling the kettle black."

“Your church is the biggest cancer in this world and must be completely eradicated.”

His voice echoed in the chaotic void, filled with determination and resolve, as if he were ready to fight the white-robed man to the death.

The man in white curled his lips into a chilling smile, a smile full of contempt and disdain. He spoke coldly, "I admit that I am no different from those other creatures. We are all struggling in this world for survival and for power."

"But at least I can still hold onto a shred of decency in this world, which is much better than you bloodthirsty, mindless demons."

“Even if you take human form, you are still savage and bloodthirsty beasts at heart, only knowing how to solve problems with killing and violence. If you were to rule this world, it would surely fall into endless darkness and chaos.”

Upon hearing this, the young demon king responded with a cold laugh, a laugh so chilling it seemed to freeze the surrounding air.

His gaze was piercing as he stared directly at the man in white, and he retorted loudly, "Demons have their own ways of becoming stronger; it's our instinct for survival."

"In this dog-eat-dog world, the rule of the strong is an eternal law."

"When humanity was powerful, did it ever treat us as its own kind?"

“They kept us in captivity, treating us like livestock to be slaughtered at will, making us their slaves and food, and subjecting us to endless humiliation and torture.”

"Now that we have the power to resist, what's wrong with killing them?"

"This is nothing but the cycle of cause and effect; it is the bitter fruit they sowed in the past, and now it is their turn to reap what they sow."

Having said that, the demonic energy surrounding the young demon king surged wildly like boiling water. (End of Chapter)