Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14054 God-killing Gun

The sound was like an icicle piercing a scorching hot iron plate, sending a chill down the spine of everyone who heard it, as if their very soul was enveloped by the coldness.

"It's time to finish."

These four simple words, however, were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up a thousand waves in everyone's hearts.

Everyone's gaze was instantly drawn to the source of the sound, like iron filings attracted by a magnet.

They all turned their heads to look in the direction from which the sound came, their eyes filled with shock, confusion, and awe.

The young demon king stood proudly in the center of the void storm. In that area, the raging gales were like roaring beasts, tearing everything around them apart and distorting the very space.

However, the young demon king was like an unyielding mountain. His black robe was like solidified ink, deep and heavy, like a fluttering battle flag, unmoved in the raging wind, showing his extraordinary aura and firm will.

His face was hidden in the shadow of his hood, like a demon shrouded in a mysterious mist, making it impossible for anyone to see his true face.

Only a pair of eyes were visible, eyes as deep as black holes that had swallowed billions of stars, seemingly hiding endless secrets and terrifying power, cold enough to freeze boiling magma, making one feel as if their soul would be frozen with just one glance.

The moment he finished speaking, a strangely styled spear suddenly appeared in his hand—the God-Slaying Spear.

The moment this gun appeared, it seemed to become the focus of the entire world. Its entire body was wrapped in destructive purple lightning, which, like ferocious purple dragons, raged and coiled wildly on the gun, making crackling sounds and releasing a terrifying aura that chilled people to the bone.

The God-Slaying Spear suddenly emitted a piercing shriek that shook the entire universe!
The sound was sharp and piercing, like a summons from hell or the roar of ancient gods and demons, causing the entire world to tremble.

The gun trembled violently, as if it could not withstand the impact of the terrifying force inside and was about to explode at any moment.

The tip of the spear flickered with a cold light, like the most brilliant shooting star in the night sky, or the eye of a demon, gleaming with a bloodthirsty light. It was as if a world-destroying beast that had been imprisoned for countless ages had finally smelled the scent of blood and was eager to break free of its restraints and devour everything in its path!
Although the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword had suddenly gone mad and returned to Ling Xiao's side, engaging in a thrilling and fierce battle with him, the power of the young Demon King's God-Slaying Spear was not much less.

Although the God-Slaying Spear is not as renowned as the Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword, nor does it possess a long history and legendary stories, it is still one of the top demonic weapons in the entire Great Town Dynasty.

Its magic and destructive power are enough to make any opponent tremble with fear.

hum!
As the young demon king lightly grasped the God-Slaying Spear, an invisible, terrifying aura instantly spread out!
The energy spread rapidly in all directions like a surging tide, causing ripples in the space wherever it passed, as if the space itself was shaken by this power.

It was as if the purest law of "annihilation" in the world was instantly activated and manifested!
This power of law, carrying endless destruction and slaughter, shrouded the entire battlefield in a shadow of death. Everyone felt an unprecedented pressure, as if their lives had come to an end.

The white-clad man standing opposite him suddenly froze as if struck by lightning!
In an instant, an irresistible, chilling fear, originating from the deepest part of his soul, surged like a turbulent tide carrying a bone-chilling cold, or like millions of sharp ice needles, mercilessly piercing into his marrow.

The fear quickly spread to his limbs and bones, instantly paralyzing and stiffening every inch of his skin and every muscle, as if he had been frozen in place.

Even the blood flowing in his veins seemed frozen by the frost of winter, almost ceasing to flow, and every slight movement was accompanied by excruciating pain.

He felt as if his heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible yet incredibly powerful hand. The strength of that hand was astonishing, and with each heartbeat came a tearing pain, as if his heart would shatter into countless pieces at any moment under this immense force.

The terrifying legend of that gun involuntarily surfaced in his mind—the legendary god-slaying gun!

He had heard of those forbidden names that had been lost to the dust of time, and those ancient legends lingered like ghosts in the depths of his memory.

It is said that this spear has drunk the blood of a god, and that god's blood, which carries a sacred and powerful force, pales in comparison to this spear.
It even pierced through the devil's body; the devil's indestructible body, capable of withstanding all attacks in the world, was as fragile as paper before it.

That was a truly deadly weapon used to "slay the heavens," the most evil and terrifying existence in the world. Its appearance often meant endless slaughter and destruction.

The young demon king's wrist, which held the gun, twitched slightly. The movement seemed gentle, but it contained a world-destroying power.

The tip of the Godslayer Spear slowly rose, as if Death had raised his scythe, locking onto the white-clad man's heart, frozen by fear.

A point of purple light rapidly condensed at the tip of the spear. The purple light was dazzling and eerie, like a miniature black hole, frantically devouring the surrounding light and life.

Wherever it passed, space was distorted and deformed, and the aura of destruction was so intense that it made the surrounding air heavy and oppressive, as if every breath carried the taste of death.

The man in white clenched his teeth, making a grinding sound, and the veins on his forehead bulged, like ferocious earthworms wriggling under his skin.

He tried his best to break free from the supreme pressure emanating from the God-Slaying Spear. The pressure was as heavy as a mountain, making it hard for him to breathe.

But his body felt as if it were encased in ancient ice, chilling him to the bone, making even the slightest movement incredibly difficult.

Every attempt to move felt like a battle against the entire world; the sense of powerlessness and despair overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

The shadow of death had never been so clear and heavy. It was like a huge, cold net that tightly enveloped the man in white, suffocating him.

His eyes were filled with fear and resentment. He was unwilling to die under this deadly weapon, unwilling to let his life end so easily.

At that critical moment, just as the God-Slaying Spear was about to pierce through!

Time seemed to freeze, and the whole world fell silent, leaving only the white-robed man's rapid and heavy breathing and the slight trembling of the God-Slaying Spear in the young demon king's hand.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on this scene, their hearts pounding in their throats, as if a cataclysmic disaster was about to strike.