Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14060 Golden-Winged Roc Emperor
Purple lightning danced at the tip of the sword, like a nimble sprite, but the chilling killing intent froze for a moment, as if waiting for something.

"It was my decision not to kill you. I have no grudge against you. I was just doing Brother Yang a favor."

A voice came through the hood, still calm and even, yet colder than the ice deep within the void.

The voice was devoid of any emotional fluctuation, as if it were stating something utterly ordinary.

The speaker was a man in white. His face, hidden under his hood, made it impossible to see his expression, but his cold tone was enough to convey his determination.

The young demon king coughed violently, each tremor aggravating the terrible wound in his chest and abdomen, with dark red blood foam spilling from the corner of his mouth.

His body trembled slightly, and the muscles on his face were contorted with pain.

He took a moment to catch his breath before struggling to lift his head, his gaze passing over Jian Jue and landing on the man in white.

His eyes held a complex and indescribable look, filled with reminiscence, as if recalling every detail of the past, those beautiful times flashing through his mind like a movie;
There is also a heavy sense of shackles, as if he is carrying the sins of the whole world and cannot break free.

"You're not the Heavenly Abyss Saint Lord, are you...?"

"I really couldn't even save Xiaoqian..."

His voice was low and weak, filled with despair and self-blame.

He thought of that gentle and kind woman, and of the vows they had made together, but now he had no power to protect her and could only watch helplessly as she fell into danger.

The white-robed man's lips curled up slightly, revealing a mocking and contemptuous smile, a smile that seemed to be a silent taunt to the young demon king: "You only realize this now? Isn't it a bit too late?"

Whether it's the sea of ​​demons or the so-called great dynasty, in this vast and boundless world, they are nothing more than small places bound by laws, as insignificant as a drop in the ocean.

No matter how talented you are, growing up in such a limited environment, you will never surpass those martial artists of the Tianyuan Dynasty who have emerged from fierce competition.

Your behavior is like that of a newborn calf—ignorant and laughable, attempting to challenge a being far more powerful than you can imagine with your meager strength.

"That's not necessarily the case!"

The young demon king suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashing with stubbornness and unyielding light. He grinned, a smile that carried a hint of determination and madness. "I know I am no match for you now, but I am not unprepared and acting rashly."

Senior Sword Master is indeed formidable; his swordsmanship is divine, his fame is widespread, and he has few rivals in this world.

But you should remember, there was someone who suffocated you back then, and that person's power is something you still can't forget to this day.

Upon hearing this, Jian Jue's expression changed instantly, as if a boulder had been thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples to spread.

A complex emotion flashed in his eyes—anger, resentment, and deep apprehension.

Once upon a time, a man suddenly appeared and became his lifelong enemy.

He fought his way through thorns and brambles, slaying his way through the sea of ​​demons. He thought he was invincible in this world, but he was blocked by his opponent. No matter how hard he tried, he could not go any further. That person's existence was like an insurmountable mountain, blocking his way.

Later, he mysteriously disappeared, and this incident remained a thorn in Jian Jue's heart, making it difficult for him to let go for a long time.

Now that the young demon king has suddenly mentioned this person, it has undoubtedly stirred up his past that he doesn't want to look back on.

"Golden-Winged Roc King!"

Jian Jue's face was so gloomy it seemed like it could drip water, and he spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice filled with hatred and vigilance.

"Hehe, it seems you still remember, senior."

The young demon king smiled, a hint of smugness in his smile, as if everything was under his control.

The next moment, the once calm void suddenly trembled violently, and the huge void gate opened again, as if the entrance to another world had been forcibly opened.

A powerful and terrifying aura surged out from inside the door, causing the surrounding air to freeze.

A figure stepped out from within, clad in golden armor that shimmered brilliantly in the dim void, as if a war god had descended.

He had golden wings on his back, which, when spread out, were several meters long. Each flap of the wings brought up a gust of wind, which sent the surrounding stones flying everywhere.

He was imposing and extraordinary, with a posture as upright as a pine tree, and his eyes revealed an aura of domineering confidence.

"It really is you, Golden-Winged Roc King. Very well, let's have a good fight and see who is stronger."

Although there was apprehension in Jian Jue's eyes, there was even more excitement, an excitement that burned like a flame in his eyes.

He spent his life seeking powerful opponents and yearning to break through his own limits in battle. Now, this opponent who once caused him so much suffering has reappeared before him. How could he not be excited?
"Hahaha, you were my defeated opponent in the past, and you will be in the future."

The Golden-Winged Roc King laughed loudly, and the sound of his laughter shook the void.

He flashed forward, chasing after Jian Jue like a golden lightning bolt, the sound of him tearing through the air sharp and piercing.

Jian Jue was not to be outdone. He drew his ancient sword, its blade shimmering with purple light, and stepped into the void, rushing forward like a streak of light.

The two quickly vanished into the void, leaving only afterimages and the lingering aura of battle, as if telling the story of the intensity of the impending earth-shattering battle.

The auras of Jian Jue and the Golden-Winged Roc King vanished completely from everyone's perception, like candles flickering in the wind.

This shattered battlefield seemed to have been muted, falling into an eerie silence.

However, the young demon king's gaze was like a highly accurate hunting javelin, instantly withdrawing from that void and fixing itself on the white-robed man without the slightest hesitation.

That gaze was cold and sharp, as if it could pierce through one's soul, sending chills down one's spine.

At the same time, the invisible killing intent suddenly surged up like a raging tide, becoming ten times stronger than before!
It was like an impending cataclysmic storm, carrying a devastating force.

The temperature of the entire shattered battlefield plummeted at that moment, as if it had instantly plunged from the sweltering summer heat into an ice cellar.

Even the raging spatial turbulence seemed to be frozen by this terrifying killing intent, and the originally violent energy flow became slow, flowing slowly in the void.

"Except for myself,"

The young demon king's voice wasn't loud, but it resounded like thunder in the ears and souls of every living being, carrying an absolute will to crush everything.

There was no hesitation or retreat in that voice, only unwavering determination and boundless killing intent.

It was as if, in his eyes, the man in white was already a dead man, and what he had to do was to personally "kill" this dead man again.