Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14059: Ginger is still spicier when old

This flight covers a thousand miles!

The young demon king's figure trailed a long, gruesome path through the vast void, composed of shattered space and dissipated energy.

The trajectory resembled a ribbon of death, standing out starkly in the dark void.

His body kept crashing into the surrounding space, each impact causing a violent tremor, and spatial fragments fell like snowflakes.

In the end, he crashed into a huge rubble belt composed of broken mountains, like a falling meteorite!
The deafening roar continued incessantly, as if the heavens and earth were mourning his defeat.

His body smashed through countless massive mountains, turning those originally incredibly hard rocks into something as fragile as tofu under his impact.

He barely managed to stop his momentum, embedding himself deeply into a huge fragment of the mountain, sending rocks flying and dust billowing everywhere.

The surrounding rocks flew in all directions like bullets, hitting the surrounding mountains and making dull thuds.

Smoke and dust obscured the sky and the sun, completely shrouding his figure, making it impossible to tell whether he was alive or dead.

As the aftershocks of that earth-shattering explosion, which seemed to reshuffle the entire universe, gradually dissipated, Jian Jue's figure slowly emerged from the center of the explosion.

He stood there quietly, like an unshakable, azure sacred mountain.

Even after the violent energy raged, the blue robe remained spotless and perfectly smooth without a single wrinkle, as if the aftershocks of the earth-shattering collision had no right to approach him and could only helplessly linger and dissipate around him.

His expression was calm, his face as still as a deep well, as if what he had just experienced was nothing more than a trivial little squabble.

He slightly raised his hand, his movements elegant and composed. The ancient sword that had previously clashed fiercely with the God-Slaying Spear and unleashed boundless power instantly transformed into a dazzling purple lightning bolt, flying back like a meteor.

Purple lightning traced a graceful arc in the air before hovering steadily beside him. The tip of the sword pointed towards the chaotic gravel field a thousand miles away, and a chilling killing intent spread out as if it were a tangible force, showing no signs of diminishing, as if declaring absolute control over the fate of his enemy.

"Cough...cough..."

From the depths of the distant asteroid belt, came the suppressed and painful cough of the young demon king. The sound was like the wail of a wounded beast, accompanied by the crashing sound of falling rocks, which sounded particularly desolate in the dead silence of the void.

The area had already been turned upside down by the aftershocks of the explosion, filled with smoke and dust, like a chaotic fog, making it impossible to see anything inside.

The energy was in extreme disorder, with all sorts of violent energy flows running rampant, occasionally triggering small explosions and producing muffled sounds.

The young demon king's usually tense face was now as gloomy as leaden clouds before a storm, heavy and oppressive, almost dripping with water.

He stared intently at Jian Jue, his eyes bloodshot, filled with surprise and a hint of barely perceptible panic.

In those eyes, there was disbelief at his own defeat, deep awe of Jian Jue's immense strength, and confusion and fear about his future fate.

He never expected that he would pay such a huge price for this battle, even resorting to taking banned drugs to enhance his strength.

The forbidden drug was like a devil's temptation, granting him immense power in a short period of time, making him believe that he had the ability to rival Jian Jue.

But now, in front of this white-robed divine envoy, Jian Jue, his own strength is so... utterly insignificant?
Just how incredibly powerful is this sanctuary?

Could it be that the power I have been pursuing all this time is nothing more than an ant trying to shake a tree in front of the Holy Temple?

After all, the Holy Temple has many white-robed divine messengers; this is just one of them.

If the other white-robed divine messengers also possess such terrifying strength, just how profound is the Holy Temple's foundation?
The young demon king dared not think any further, a deep sense of powerlessness welling up inside him.

The powerful figures from the white-robed man's faction couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Their tense nerves finally relaxed after seeing Jian Jue's invincible figure.

A glimmer of hope rekindled deep within their eyes, a light like a beacon in the darkness, illuminating the corners of despair in their hearts.

Sword Mastery's power acted like a stabilizing force, once again bolstering their wavering confidence.

In their eyes, that cyan color was the only light in the abyss of despair, their last resort in this brutal battle.

They believed that as long as Jian Jue was there, they still had hope of victory and could survive this life-or-death struggle.

The ancient sword's hum gradually dissipated after the turbulence subsided, and the area of ​​rubble, already riddled with holes by the energy storm, appeared even more fragmented.

Huge fragments of the mountain lay scattered haphazardly, some still emitting wisps of smoke, as if telling the story of the fierce and terrifying battle that had just taken place.

As the smoke and dust finally settled slowly, like the curtain slowly being drawn back on a stage, the figure of the young demon king was revealed.

He was deeply embedded in the scorching fragments of the mountain, like a tattered battle flag nailed to a massive mountain, trembling in the gale yet standing stubbornly upright.

His arms were severed at the shoulders, the cuts charred black, like withered wood burned by a raging fire. The remaining energy flickered weakly at the wounds like a candle in the wind, as if it might be extinguished at any moment.

Only those eyes still burned with an indomitable flame, a flame that contained both resentment towards fate and defiance towards the enemy, fixedly staring at the blood-red figure in the void, as if trying to pierce through the opponent with that gaze.

"Why...don't you kill me?"

The young demon king's voice was dry and hoarse, each word sounding as if squeezed from his shattered lungs, carrying a heavy, bloody stench.

The sound echoed in the silent void, sounding particularly desolate.

His lips trembled slightly, a trace of blood still lingered at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes revealed a hint of doubt and resentment.

He couldn't understand why this powerful opponent had stopped wielding his sword when he could have easily taken his life.

Jian Jue did not respond immediately; he simply walked silently through the void, approaching step by step.

His steps were light yet steady, each step seemingly stepping on a point in time, carrying an indescribable rhythm.

The crimson hem of his robe brushed against the chaotic ripples of space, silently, as if he were a part of this void himself.

The hem of the robe fluttered slightly in the wind, like a burning flame, yet it also exuded a chilling coldness.

Finally, he stopped in the void ten feet away from the young demon king.

He stood there quietly, his posture as upright as a pine tree, his ancient sword pointing diagonally at the boiling sea of ​​lava below.

The lava sea was like a burning ocean, churning and roaring, emitting a scorching temperature and a pungent smell.