Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14053 Master and Servant Fighting Each Other
The Demon Lord Black Sky Sword abruptly twisted its direction in the void, its blade emitting a series of buzzing sounds, like a roar from hell, sending chills down one's spine.

Immediately afterwards, it transformed into a black lightning bolt that was faster and more violent than lightning, carrying the immense power to split mountains and shatter peaks, and fiercely crashed back towards its original master, Ling Xiao!
The speed was so fast that no one had time to react. They only saw a black shadow flash by and a terrifying aura rushed towards them.

"boom……!"

That deep, muffled roar was like ancient gods and demons struggling against each other in the chaos; its immense power was enough to terrify anyone!
In an instant, the entire world trembled, and visible ripples spread through the void, as if forcibly distorted by this terrifying power.

Ling Xiao felt an overwhelming force surging towards him, so powerful that it was as if an ancient divine mountain was crashing down from the heavens, carrying a world-destroying might.

His protective aura was as fragile as paper in the face of this overwhelming power, and it shattered with a "crack" before it could not even withstand it for a moment.

The moment the light shield shattered, countless tiny rays of light scattered like fireworks, tracing poignant paths through the dark void.

Ling Xiao was struck hard by this tremendous force, his body arching uncontrollably into the shape of a cooked shrimp, his limbs hanging limply.

He felt as if his internal organs had been displaced, and a wave of excruciating pain washed over him, almost causing him to faint.

Blood gushed from his mouth like a burst dam, forming a shrill blood trail that left a shocking mark in the air.

Immediately afterwards, he was sent flying by the immense force, like a kite with a broken string.

His body traced a long arc in the void, shattering several layers of thick, visible air barriers behind him wherever he passed.

Those air barriers were originally incredibly sturdy, protecting this area like a fortress of copper and iron, but under Ling Xiao's frenzied impact, they shattered like paper, making crackling sounds.

The Demon Lord Black Sky Sword struck successfully, but showed no sign of stopping!
It hovered in mid-air, its blade vibrating violently and emitting an extremely angry hum.

The buzzing sound was sharp and piercing, like the roar of an ancient beast that had been thoroughly enraged, shaking the surrounding area and making the air tremble.

Black light surged forth from the sword once more, like a surging tide, engulfing the entire void.

The light contained boundless killing intent and rage, as if it wanted to devour everything.

It locked onto Ling Xiao, who was still flying backwards, once again, its eyes flashing with bloodlust. Like a meteor from outer space, it crashed into him with a destructive force!

The speed was so fast, it was like lightning slicing through the night sky, leaving no time for anyone to react.

Its sword tip gleamed with a cold light, like the scythe of death, determined to grind the one who dared to abandon its master into dust!

"Ouch!
Brother!

Brother Jian!

Dear ancestors!

Ling Xiao was so frightened that his soul almost left his body. He felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, making the hairs on his body stand on end.

His voice changed, and he flailing his arms and legs in the raging wind, shouting incoherently, "Joke!"
Just kidding!

I'm wrong!
That's so wrong!
I have a sharp tongue!
I couldn't resist!
Calm down!

Calm down...

"Damn, you're serious!"

His voice was filled with fear and remorse, as if he were begging the demonic sword for mercy, or as if he were deeply reflecting on his past actions.

But by then, it was too late; the Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword attacks were already raining down like a storm...

"boom!

boom!
boom!
boom!
boom……!"

The deafening sound, like the prelude to the end of the world, instantly shattered the silence of this place.

The answer to Ling Xiao's desperate cries was the merciless and ferocious attack of the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword.

The sword, shrouded in overwhelming demonic energy, seemed to be a messenger from the netherworld, carrying endless killing intent and destructive power as it madly hurtled towards Ling Xiao.

The muffled roar was like the war drums of a thunder god from the heavens, one after another, exploding continuously at the edge of the sky.

The sound seemed to penetrate one's soul, filling everyone who heard it with fear and making their legs go weak.

Each impact was like an invisible mountain collapsing, the resulting shockwaves spreading outwards like a surging tide.

Accompanying this ferocious attack was Ling Xiao's pig-like screams.

The screams were incredibly shrill, like the desperate howls of a wounded wild beast.

His voice, filled with pain and fear, echoed through the vast sky, sending chills down one's spine.

At the same time, there was also the piercing wail of his protective magic weapon shattering.

Those magical treasures, which were once his means of survival, are now shattering like fragile glass under the attack of the Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword.

The fragments danced in the void, shimmering with a faint light, as if in their final struggle.

Blood blossoms bloomed continuously in the vast sky, the blood spurting from Ling Xiao's body as he was wounded by sword energy.

The blood, like blooming flowers, appeared exceptionally vivid and dazzling in the dark void.

However, this beautiful scene was fleeting, as a violent gale struck in an instant, tearing and scattering the blood flowers.

The blood turned into countless tiny droplets, drifting in the gale, like a blood-red rain.

The protective bell on Ling Xiao's body was also teetering on the brink of collapse amidst the intense collision.

The clock's surface is covered with dense cracks, as if it might shatter at any moment.

One person and one bell transformed into two intertwined streams of light, tumbling and colliding in the vast sky.

Their speed was so great that they were like two shooting stars streaking across the night sky, making it impossible to see their trajectory.

Wherever it passed, it left behind distorted and broken afterimages in the space.

That space was like a painting that had been torn apart by a mischievous child, with endless darkness and chaos revealed in the broken cracks.

The energy in the void also became chaotic, bursting out with strong energy fluctuations from time to time, as if this world was roaring angrily.

The surrounding clouds were shattered by this powerful force, turning into wisps of ethereal mist that drifted in the void.

The entire world trembled during this fierce battle, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

……

Just as this chaotic farce of "master and servant killing each other," as turbulent as a boiling oil pot, reached its most intense and dramatic climax, so too did the drama unfold.

A clear, cold voice, devoid of any emotion, seemed to be a biting wind blowing from the depths of the polar ice field, carrying a chilling aura and an undeniable authority, instantly freezing the entire noisy, chaotic battlefield filled with the sounds of battle.