Batian Martial Soul

The Peacock King, on the other hand, was agile and graceful, like a nimble dancer.

Its sharp claws lashed out like a dragon, their tips gleaming with golden light, a light as intense as the blazing sun, so bright it was blinding.

When it collided with the dragon's attack, it produced a deafening roar, a sound like ten thousand thunderclaps, causing the entire battlefield to tremble.

A cold glint flashed in the young demon king's eyes, a glint as sharp as lightning in a cold night, sending chills down one's spine.

She understood perfectly well that the fierce battle between the Holy Dragon and the Peacock King was like a chaotic storm, and if these interfering factors were not resolved as soon as possible, it would seriously affect her final battle with the man in white.

Once their attention is diverted, or if the man in white takes the opportunity to join forces with them, then all their previous efforts will be in vain.

Without further hesitation, she swung the demonic sword she was gripping tightly, and a sharp sword beam, like a black lightning bolt, ripped through the void and roared towards the direction where the Holy Dragon and the Peacock King were locked in fierce combat.

A thousand feet away, the battlefield, which was originally fiercely clashing and surging with energy, was completely disrupted by a sudden purple sword light.

The purple sword light, like the light of death from the deepest hell, carried a terrifying power capable of destroying the world, and slashed fiercely at the Holy Dragon with lightning speed.

boom!
With a deafening roar, as if the heavens and earth were collapsing, the massive body of the Holy Dragon was slammed away by the purple sword light like a kite with a broken string.

It drew a long, uncontrollable arc in the air, an arc that resembled a path of despair, flying for thousands of feet before finally coming to a stop.

Before its swaying body could regain its balance, countless dense cracks suddenly appeared on its scale-covered body, just like broken porcelain.

Immediately afterwards, blood gushed out of the cracks like a fountain, instantly staining a large area of ​​the void red. The bloody scene was shocking.

The holy dragon roared in agony, its voice echoing through the void like thunder, filled with fear and resentment.

It has always been proud of its strength, and its scales are said to be able to withstand the full force of a Cangyue Realm expert, which has made it invincible in countless battles.

But now, before the demonic sword in the hands of the young demon king, these seemingly indestructible scales are as fragile as paper and are easily torn apart.

Especially at this moment, the demonic energy around the young demon king was surging like a turbulent black ocean, containing endless evil and terrifying power.

The aura emanating from the demonic sword in his hand grew increasingly terrifying, as if it were a summons from hell, making the Holy Dragon feel an unprecedented threat of death.

The Holy Dragon looked at the young Demon King in horror, its huge vertical pupils filled with fear.

Within those vertical pupils, the young demon king's cold and ruthless face and the demonic sword radiating an eerie light in his hand were reflected.

It knew that the black-robed youth before it was a formidable enemy it had never encountered before, whose strength was unfathomable and whose methods were ruthless.

If it does not escape this terrible place as soon as possible, it will surely perish here and become another soul lost on this cruel battlefield.

However, the young demon king ignored the terrified holy dragon that was trying to escape.

He slowly turned his head, his gaze meeting that of the white-clad man in the distance.

The moment their eyes met, it was as if time stood still, and even the void seemed to freeze.

All sounds around them disappeared, leaving only the invisible yet intense exchange of glances between the two.

The white-clad man's eyes were filled with vigilance and determination. He knew the young demon king's power and understood the cruelty of this battle.

The young demon king's eyes, however, held boundless killing intent and determination; he was determined to completely defeat the man in white and achieve his goal.

This exchange of glances was like a silent contest, or like two invisible blades colliding, sparking dazzling flames.

The surrounding space trembled slightly from the intense clash of their gazes, as if foreshadowing an even more intense and thrilling battle about to erupt.

The next second, the young demon king, who had been standing still, suddenly flashed and disappeared into thin air again, as if he had never existed in this space and was just a phantom projection.

Immediately afterwards, a purple sword light, even more dazzling than before, flashed through the void like lightning. Its speed was so great that it approached the white-robed man almost instantly upon appearing.

The sword light shimmered with a cold and eerie glow, cutting tiny cracks in the space it passed through, as if even the indestructible void could not withstand its sharpness.

The man in white narrowed his eyes sharply, a hint of seriousness and vigilance flashing in them.

He knew the power of the sword's edge and dared not be careless in the slightest.

In an instant, the spiritual energy around him surged wildly, like boiling water, emitting a series of whooshing sounds.

The spiritual energy formed a thick barrier on his body, and at the same time, he retreated like a cannonball, trying to increase the distance between himself and the sword light.

But that sword light was like a persistent, lingering wound, relentlessly pursuing him.

It left a long purple trail in the void, a trail that resembled a ferocious purple dragon, exuding a terrifying aura.

The sword light clashed repeatedly with the shield hastily formed in front of the white-robed man. Each collision was like the collapse of the heavens and the earth, bursting out dazzling sparks.

The sparks were like dazzling fireworks, yet they also contained deadly danger.

Each collision caused a small crack to appear on the white-robed man's shield, which spread rapidly like a spider web, as if it would tear the shield apart at any moment.

In that critical moment, the man in white steeled his resolve, flipped his palm, and a pale, jade-like holy sword appeared in his hand.

The moment this holy sword appeared, it exuded a chilling aura, as if it itself represented a supreme power.

The surface of the holy sword is covered with ancient runes, which shimmer with an eerie light, as if they were ancient gods who were about to be awakened and endow the holy sword with infinite power.

The man in white shouted, his voice like a great bell, echoing in the void.

He thrust his sword out with a fierce motion, the tip flashing with a blinding light, as if it would pierce through the heavens and earth.

This sword strike embodied all his strength and all his hope; it was his final struggle.

Boom!

The surrounding space trembled violently, as if it were about to be torn apart by this sword.

Countless cracks appeared in the space, those cracks were like black lightning, flashing with an eerie light, as if they were passages to another world.

Wherever the crack reached, everything became blurred, as if swallowed by a mysterious force.

However, at the moment the holy sword clashed with the demonic sword, an unexpected scene unfolded. (End of Chapter)