Batian Martial Soul

The holy sword shattered inch by inch, turning into countless white fragments.

The fragments fell like snowflakes, shimmering with their last light in the void.

The powerful recoil, like a surging wave, swept over the man in white as if struck by lightning.

His body was forced back nearly a thousand feet uncontrollably, and he coughed up several mouthfuls of blood in mid-air.

The blood, like red flowers, bloomed in the void, appearing exceptionally dazzling.

Blood trickled from the corner of the white-clad man's mouth, staining his clothes crimson. The vivid red stood out starkly against the white fabric.

A look of shock and fear flashed in his eyes. He hadn't expected the young demon king to be so powerful. His all-out attack was so easily defeated in the eyes of his opponent.

At that moment, a deep sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart, as if he had fallen into an endless abyss, with no hope in sight.

The man in white had a gloomy expression, and his already cold face seemed to be covered with a thick layer of frost, making people shudder.

His eyes flashed with anger and resentment as he stared intently at the young demon king before him, his hands unconsciously clenching into fists.

Suddenly, he reached out and clenched his fist, and a long black ruler engraved with mysterious patterns appeared in his palm.

The moment this long ruler appeared, it exuded a chilling aura. The patterns on the ruler shimmered with a ghostly blue light, like mysterious stars twinkling in the night sky, radiating an ancient and mysterious aura, as if hiding countless unknown secrets and powerful forces.

Before he could make a move, the young demon king appeared before him like a ghost.

The demonic blade in the young demon king's hand carried a fierce aura, like a black lightning bolt, slashing down with earth-shattering power.

Wherever the blade passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound, like the lament of death.

The man in white roared, his voice echoing in the void like thunder, filled with boundless rage and determination.

Without hesitation, he swung his long ruler to meet the attack. The ruler drew a strange arc in the air and collided fiercely with the demonic blade.

boom!
A deafening roar, as if the heavens and earth were collapsing, followed by terrifying energy fluctuations that spread wildly outwards from the two people.

The energy fluctuations were like a surging tide, shattering space inch by inch wherever they passed, creating dark spatial cracks, like the gaping maws of a ferocious beast, as if to devour everything around it.

The energy fluctuations created a shockwave that, like a ferocious beast, devoured everything around it with overwhelming force.

Trees were uprooted, rocks were crushed instantly, and the spiritual energy in the void was thrown into chaos.

The man in white felt an immense force strike him, as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on him.

He retreated rapidly, leaving deep marks in the air with his feet, and only managed to regain his footing after retreating thousands of feet.

He swayed a few times, almost losing his balance, his face filled with horror.

Looking down, he saw that the black ruler in his hand was covered with cracks, which spread rapidly like a spider web, clearly indicating that it had lost its former power.

This long ruler was a treasure of the Cangyue Realm a thousand years ago. It stood firm in countless battles, accompanied the white-robed man through countless life-and-death trials, and made outstanding contributions.

Its incredibly hard material and mysterious, powerful strength have always been the source of pride for the man in white.

However, at this moment, it was on the verge of shattering under the attack of the young demon king, which filled the white-robed man with shock and despair.

His face grew increasingly pale, as white as a sheet of paper, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes. He knew that if he did not come up with a solution soon, he would surely be defeated by the young demon king. At that time, not only would his own life be in danger, but the entire Great Town Dynasty would also be plunged into an abyss of no return.

The young demon king frowned slightly, his cold face expressionless.

He looked around, only to find that the man in white had vanished, as if he had evaporated into thin air.

He was secretly on guard, knowing that the man in white would not admit defeat easily and must be plotting something in secret.

So she slowly closed her eyes, and her divine sense spread out rapidly like an invisible yet incredibly resilient net, searching for the white-clad man's whereabouts in every corner around her.

She murmured, "Dream Realm!"

With her keen senses and rich combat experience, she could sense that the man in white was using some kind of secret technique to hide in the spatial interlayer, trying to find an opportunity to launch a fatal attack.

At this moment, she must be fully focused and cannot afford to be careless in the slightest, otherwise she may fall into an abyss of no return.

A moment later, the surging spiritual energy fluctuations caused by the fierce battle gradually subsided, but the tense atmosphere in the air became even more intense.

Just then, a faint yet precise divine sense transmission suddenly rang in the young demon king's mind, the voice carrying a hint of mystery and certainty: "He has not left this void."

Upon hearing this telepathic message, the young demon king's already cold and aloof face curled into a slightly mocking and dangerous smile.

He slowly raised his head, his deep eyes flashing with a cold light, as if they could pierce through the endless void and see through all the hidden secrets.

"You're not coming out?"

The young demon king snorted coldly, his voice icy and resolute, like a chilling wind from the deepest hell, carrying a provocative tone that sent shivers down one's spine.

Each word was like a sharp dagger, piercing straight at the white-clad man hidden in the shadows.

His gaze was sharp as he slowly scanned the surrounding void, not missing a single minute detail.

His eyes revealed an absolute confidence and an aura of dominance, as if in his eyes, the white-clad man's concealment was nothing but a futile struggle.

However, only the silent void answered him.

The silence was like a deep ocean, without a ripple or a sound.

In the void, only a few wisps of spiritual energy occasionally drifted by, moving silently like ghosts.

This silence was oppressive and unsettling, like the calm before a storm, concealing endless dangers.

The young demon king frowned slightly, but quickly regained his cold and stern expression.

He knew in his heart that since the man in white had chosen to remain hidden, he must be plotting some kind of conspiracy in the dark.

But he was not afraid at all; instead, a strong fighting spirit surged within him.

He gripped the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword tightly in his hand, its blade gleaming with a cold, eerie light, as if yearning for a baptism of blood.

"Since you don't dare to show yourself, then I'll force you to come out!"

The young demon king pondered to himself, and the demonic energy around him began to surge wildly, like a raging black tide, rolling and roaring around him. (End of this chapter)