Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14055 Terrifying Sword Cultivator

Boom! ! !

That deafening roar seemed to have been brewing since the beginning of time, before the separation of heaven and earth, and now it suddenly exploded from the far-off, deep and boundless end of the starry sky!
This sound cannot be described as a simple physical vibration; it is more like a declaration of will from the deepest part of the universe, carrying endless mysteries and terrifying power.

That vast and boundless aura, like a surging and never-ending galaxy, carried the terrifying power to crush stars and tear apart the universe. It ruthlessly tore through the barriers of time and space, and descended upon this world in an unstoppable and irresistible manner!
In an instant, the entire void, which had been as solid as a rock, began to shake violently, like fragile glass that had suffered a catastrophe.

The shaking intensified, as if a pair of invisible yet incredibly powerful giant hands were wantonly churning this space.

Visible, spiderweb-like cracks, like the gaping maw of a demon, spread wildly across the sky.

Wherever those cracks passed, fragments of space fell like snowflakes, revealing the dark, deep, and terrifying void abyss behind them.

Below, the once majestic and imposing mountains trembled like frightened deer under this invisible yet terrifying pressure.

Huge boulders on the mountainside began to roll uncontrollably, making a deafening "rumbling" sound, like ten thousand horses galloping.

Dust filled the air, obscuring the sky and the sun, as if the whole world had fallen into chaos and destruction.

Even the many followers behind the white-robed man, who were usually imposing and arrogant experts, all had their expressions change drastically at this moment, as if they had seen a ghost.

They felt their blood and qi surging like a turbulent sea, completely uncontrollable.

Those with weaker cultivation let out a muffled groan, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of their mouths, their eyes filled with utter horror.

They stared at the sky in terror, as if witnessing the end of the world; their legs went weak, and they could barely stand.

This aura... is so powerful it inspires despair!

It's like an insurmountable mountain, standing in front of everyone, making it impossible for anyone to even think of resisting.

It was as if the entire starry sky had come alive, transforming into a towering giant that looked down upon all living beings.

The giant's eyes were cold and majestic, casting a chilling and oppressive gaze upon the battlefield.

That gaze, like a tangible blade, pierced through everyone's soul, making them feel an unprecedented sense of insignificance and powerlessness.

The white-clad man's eyes, which had been shrouded in fear, suddenly burst forth with the ecstatic joy of escaping a desperate situation.

The light was like a flash of lightning in the darkness, instantly illuminating his desperate face.

The fear that had almost frozen his soul vanished without a trace in an instant, like snow under the sun.

He forcefully suppressed the surging blood and qi within him, and tried to straighten his back to make himself appear more confident and composed.

His lips curled up uncontrollably, forming a smile that was a mixture of smugness and ferocity.

His voice trembled slightly with excitement, but it was full of arrogance and provocation: "Little Demon King... it seems you can't kill me!"

Those words, like sharp daggers, pierced straight into the heart of the young demon king.

The young demon king's raised God-Slaying Spear, its tip radiating an intensely destructive purple light, paused slightly at this moment, as if time itself had frozen for a split second in response to this sudden turn of events.

The purple light flickered uncertainly, as if hesitating or wary of something.

The young demon king did not immediately look at the source of the aura; his movements were extremely slow, as if every subtle action contained endless profound meaning.

He raised his head very slowly, and his deep eyes under the hood seemed to pierce through layers of turbulent and broken space, with a coldness that knew everything, as he looked towards the end of the starry sky where the aura was bursting forth.

In the depths of that starry sea, distorted and bizarre by rampant energy, the once tranquil stars now flicker and sway wildly like disturbed fireflies.

A figure, moving at an unimaginable speed, like a dazzling meteor streaking across the night sky, breaking through endless stardust, hurtled toward the center of the battlefield!

His speed was so great that it distorted and deformed the surrounding space, creating visible ripples.

With each step he took, the originally ethereal void beneath his feet automatically condensed into enormous, metallic, sword-shaped lotus platforms.

Those lotus pedestals were exquisitely designed, with sharp, blade-like edges that radiated a chilling light.

They carried his body, like a divine chariot, across immeasurable light-years.

Wherever he went, the stars swayed, as if awed by his imposing presence.

The star path twisted, as if the entire Milky Way was making way and surrendering to his arrival!
The scene was spectacular and awe-inspiring, like the greatest ceremony in the universe.

The figure approached from afar at an unimaginable speed. Almost the instant the thought crossed everyone's mind, it tore through layers of spatial barriers and descended like a god, landing a hundred feet in front of the young demon king!
In an instant, an indescribably powerful surge of energy spread outwards like a tangible tsunami.

Wherever that surge of energy passed, space was violently compressed, emitting creaking sounds, as if it were about to shatter at any moment.

This surge of energy caused the young demon king's black robe to billow straight up behind him, fluttering wildly like burning black flames dancing in the gale.

The edges of the robe creaked as it was cut by energy, yet it remained resilient and unbreakable, demonstrating the young demon king's immense strength and indomitable will.

The visitor was a middle-aged man.

His posture was as upright as a solitary peak, unmoved amidst the raging energy storm, like an unshakeable mountain.

His face was simple and unadorned, with lines as hard as if carved by a knife and axe, etched with the marks of time and hardship, each wrinkle seemingly containing an ancient story.

His eyes were deep and calm, like a bottomless, icy pool, yet they revealed a wisdom and composure born of experience.

What is most eye-catching is the sheathed longsword that he carries diagonally across his waist.

The scabbard was dusty and unremarkable, as if it were made of ordinary wood, which contrasted sharply with the middle-aged man's extraordinary temperament.

But the ancient runes wrapped around the hilt of the sword, like stars twinkling in the night sky, faintly exuded a sharp sword intent that severed cause and effect and destroyed the cycle of reincarnation.

That sword intent, like a tangible blade, cut through the surrounding air, sending chills down one's spine.

He simply stood there quietly, as if he were the center of the entire universe's swordsmanship, where all swords returned to their origin, their sharpness concealed yet omnipresent.