Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14057 is good, but not enough.

Point to point!
The young demon king's spear intent, concentrated to its extreme, carried an indomitable and god-slaying determination, surging towards Jian Jue like a prehistoric beast breaking free of its shackles.

The dazzling sword light unleashed by Jian Jue also carried a fierce will to sever everything and annihilate all laws, like a brilliant meteor cutting through the darkness, meeting the terrifying spear intent.

The spear's intent clashed with the sword's edge; this was a direct collision of power and will, a fierce battle for life and death!
Rumble——! ! !
This deafening roar was like the most violent roar since the birth of the universe, or the prelude to the collapse of heaven and earth and the destruction of all things.

Two devastating forces clashed violently in the center of the battlefield!

In an instant, time seemed to freeze, space seemed to distort, and the whole world trembled.

An unimaginable energy storm erupted instantly, a scene resembling two stars burning to the end of their lives, perishing together in the most tragic and heroic way in the endless darkness!
The blinding light was like a million suns exploding at the same time, instantly engulfing everything!
The light was so intense that it was impossible to look directly at it; it seemed that just one glance would burn one's soul.

The violent energy shockwave transformed into a tangible, multicolored halo of destruction, spreading wildly in all directions at a speed beyond comprehension!

Wherever this destructive halo passed, space shattered and collapsed like a fragile glass mirror. Huge spatial rifts, like black pythons, spread wildly through the void, devouring everything around them.

The earth below was ripped away by this terrifying force, with hundreds of feet of rock being scraped away.

The once flat land became riddled with holes, revealing the scorching red lava veins beneath.

The lava, like boiling blood, churned and surged, emitting suffocating heat and a pungent odor.

Several floating fairy islands in the distance, which were originally peaceful and serene in this universe, were now swept away by the aftershocks and silently crumbled and collapsed like sandcastles.

Huge rocks fell one after another, turning into cosmic dust and disappearing into endless darkness.

At the center of the light, the figure of the young demon king appeared as small and fragile as a small boat in a raging sea.

He was violently thrown backward by the overwhelming force, his speed as fast as lightning.

With each step he took, he created large spiderweb-like cracks in the void, which spread outwards like a giant net, as if to tear the entire void apart.

He tried to steady himself, gripping the spear tightly with both hands and kicking his feet hard into the air, but the terrifying impact was too powerful for him to withstand.

He retreated hundreds of feet before finally managing to stand still in mid-air.

At this moment, his face was as pale as paper, and his breathing was extremely disordered.

The tiger's mouth of his right hand, which was holding the spear, was already split open, and blood flowed like beads from a broken string. A stream of bright red blood slowly flowed down the ancient spear shaft and dripped into the void.

The blood was instantly evaporated into a blood mist by the violent energy, filling the air and emitting a faint smell of blood.

However, there was no fear or retreat in the eyes of the young demon king. Instead, his eyes burned with an even more intense fighting spirit, as if this fierce clash was just a small episode in his battle journey, and that a more brutal and intense battle was yet to come.

On the other side, Jian Jue's figure stood like a towering mountain, as steady as Mount Tai, on the battlefield.

The raging torrents of destruction swept around him like a surging tide, yet he seemed to be in another world, completely unaffected. He didn't even retreat an inch, but stood there steadily, his face as calm as still water, without a ripple.

The long blue robe danced wildly in the destructive turbulence, like a bird struggling in a storm yet remaining tenacious and unyielding, fluttering in the wind.

The face beneath the hood remained obscured, shrouded in a mysterious shadow, making it impossible to discern its true features.

Only one pair of eyes, like stars in a cold night, coldly gazed at the distant young demon king through the raging energy storm.

There was no emotional fluctuation in his gaze, as if the earth-shattering blow just now was nothing more than brushing away a speck of dust, so insignificant to him.

The young demon king slowly raised the hand holding the gun. His movements were slow, yet they carried a heavy and solemn sense of ritual.

His gaze swept heavily over the glaring bloodstain on the Godslayer Spear, which resembled a red venomous snake winding along the ancient blade, stinging his eyes.

The bloodstains were traces left from his fierce battle with the sword, and also proof that he was at a disadvantage in this fight.

Immediately, his gaze returned to Jian Jue, who was a hundred feet away.

This time, his eyes held no trace of scrutiny or composure, only an unprecedented solemnity and shock.

His eyes revealed a hint of confusion and bewilderment, as if he were pondering something.

He wasn't surprised that the other party had reached a terrifying level. After all, in this vast universe, there are countless experts, and there are always some people who can break through the limits of ordinary people and reach a height that is admired by others.

What truly shocked him was the profoundness emanating from beneath that blue robe, a depth unique to ancient life!

The abyss was so deep that he felt like an insignificant ant, filled with a sense of powerlessness and awe when facing a towering mountain.

"Good marksmanship..."

Jian Jue's voice was deep and hoarse, like a whisper from an ancient abyss.

Each word seemed to carry immense weight, echoing in the shattered void for a long time.

The voice was full of disdain and arrogance, as if the young demon king's swordsmanship was nothing more than child's play in his eyes.

"At such a young age... to have already reached this realm..."

Unfortunately, your challenge to the Holy Temple was premature; you're no match for me!

His tone carried an unquestionable authority, as if he were the master of the universe and everything was under his control.

The young demon king remained silent, his lips pressed tightly together, not uttering a single word.

His complexion was not good either; his originally rosy face had turned pale, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

His eyes flashed with a complex light, containing anger, resentment, and a hint of hesitation and struggle.

The next moment, he moved.

There were no superfluous words, no elaborate prelude.

His body seemed to be driven by a mysterious force, and his entire being, along with the God-Slaying Spear, suddenly vanished from the spot!

It's as if it never existed!
It left only a faint afterimage, flashing through the void before disappearing without a trace.

The surrounding space seemed to tremble slightly, as if shocked by his sudden disappearance, before returning to calm.