Batian Martial Soul

The demonic energy was as black as ink, so dense it seemed almost tangible, and it was also mixed with purple lightning.

The purple lightning, like a nimble venomous snake, darted wildly through the demonic energy, constantly striking outwards.

Wherever it passed, it tore the space open with tiny cracks, making a hissing sound.

The demonic sword he gripped tightly now emitted a captivating light, a light that was both cold and eerie, within which countless wronged souls seemed to wail.

These wronged souls, as if imprisoned in the sword for countless years, finally had a chance to vent their emotions, letting out mournful screams that sent chills down one's spine.

"I am the Lord of the Demon Sea. Today, I fight for my people, to let them know that we are no longer lambs to be bullied."

"We also fight for all the demons in the world who refuse to be oppressed, so that the world will understand that demons also have dignity and the right to resist!"

The young demon king's voice, like a resounding bell, echoed throughout the void, as if it were a battle song of the demon sea, inspiring the fighting spirit of every demon.

Before he could finish speaking, a resolute glint flashed in the young demon king's eyes, and he suddenly swung the demon sword in his hand.

A massive black sword beam, like an awakened ancient beast, carrying boundless demonic energy, swept towards the white-robed man like a raging torrent.

Purple lightning crackled around the sword's edge, each bolt containing earth-shattering power, as if it were a punishment sent down from heaven.

Wherever the sword's light passed, space was annihilated inch by inch, forming a pitch-black void tunnel.

The tunnel echoed with chilling roars, as if demons from hell were howling, ready to devour everything in the world.

The white-clad man's expression instantly turned ashen, his once fair face now taut as if bearing an immense burden.

His hands moved swiftly, forming hand seals, his fingers darting and dancing like nimble butterflies, each movement precise and rapid.

At the same time, he muttered incantations, and the deep, mysterious sound of the incantation echoed in the void, as if it were a call from ancient times.

As his movements became more rapid, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, which slid down his cheeks and dripped onto his clothes, where they evaporated instantly.

As the white-robed man cast his spell, a giant white angel slowly appeared behind him.

This angel was tall, several feet high, and seemed to be a messenger from heaven, exuding a sacred and majestic aura.

The angel's body was covered with sacred runes, which shimmered with golden light, like agile dragons swimming across the angel's body.

The angel radiated a dazzling light, like a blazing sun, so bright it was blinding, and collided violently with the black sword light unleashed by the young demon king.

In an instant, light and demonic energy intertwined, creating a magnificent yet terrifying scene.

The light was like a dazzling star, while the demonic energy was like a deep black hole; the two were intertwined and devoured each other.

The deafening roar was like the furious howling of heaven and earth, or like countless thunderbolts exploding at the same time.

The entire void trembled violently, and huge cracks were torn open in space, from which endless chaotic energy surged out, as if it would devour the entire world.

The white angel and the black sword light were locked in a stalemate, neither willing to give an inch.

They burst forth with countless sparks, which exploded in the air like dazzling fireworks.

Each explosion creates a miniature cosmic nebula, shimmering with colorful light, as if miniature worlds are being born and destroyed.

However, to everyone's astonishment, the white angel began to crack under the relentless and surging impact of the black sword light.

Each crack was like a shocking scar, spreading continuously across the angel's pure white body.

The cracks multiplied and deepened, as if the claws of a demon were tearing at an angel.

Finally, the angel let out a piercing scream and shattered.

The fragments scattered in the void like shooting stars, tracing beautiful arcs before disappearing into the endless darkness.

The sword's momentum remained undiminished, like an incomparably sharp blade, cleaving the white-robed man's body in two.

Blood gushed from the wound like a fountain, staining the surrounding void red.

But soon, something amazing happened: the white-clad man's body reformed, as if he had never been injured.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, dripping down his chin onto his clothes, forming bright red blood flowers.

His eyes were still filled with resentment and stubbornness, his gaze seemingly able to pierce through the void and strike the young demon king's heart.

The young demon king frowned slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his originally sharp eyes.

He stopped attacking and stared intently at the white-robed man who had reformed, pondering to himself: What kind of evil magic did this old man use to be able to be reborn so strangely?
The man in white wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a slight smile playing on his lips as he coldly said, "No matter how many tricks you have up your sleeve, you can't truly defeat me!"

"Because I am immortal!"

His words were full of arrogance and confidence, as if he were declaring his invincibility to the young demon king.

As Ling Xiao gazed at the white-robed man's bizarre rebirth, his curiosity grew wildly like weeds, and he finally couldn't help but ask, "How exactly did you cultivate such an immortal body?"

His eyes were filled with curiosity and longing, his gaze fixed on the man in white, as if trying to uncover the hidden secrets from every subtle expression and every word.

In his view, if he could learn the cultivation method for immortality, he might have a greater chance of survival in this perilous world.

Upon hearing Ling Xiao's question, the man in white slowly turned his head to look at him, a sharp killing intent flashing in his eyes. That killing intent was like a tangible blade, making Ling Xiao shiver involuntarily.

The man in white said coldly, "Kid, once I've dealt with him, you'll be next!"

"You destroyed my Great Town Holy Temple, which was built with my life's blood and sweat, and has cost me countless resources and effort over the years. I haven't even settled the score with you yet!"

His voice was icy cold, like a judgment from hell, every word filled with endless anger and resentment, making the surrounding air seem to freeze.

Ling Xiao felt a slight unease upon hearing the white-robed man's words, but on the surface he remained calm and composed.

He shrugged, offering no reply, but a faint smile played on his lips, a smile tinged with disdain and provocation.

However, he was secretly planning how to deal with the crisis that was about to unfold.

He knew the white-robed man was incredibly strong, and now he was immortal. He had to be careful and find his weakness to have any chance of survival. (End of Chapter)