Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14066 Another Powerful Figure

An old demon with spiraling demonic horns on his head and a profound aura was now filled with terror.

His face, covered in demonic markings, instantly lost all color, turning as white as a sheet of paper.

The enormous demonic body, once so majestic, now trembled slightly with fear, like a leaf swaying in a gale.

His eyes widened as he stared intently at the man in white, his voice trembling as he said, "He... he's going to ignite his own 'Martial Soul Core' and completely incinerate the world!"

"At that time, this place will be reduced to nothingness..."

The voice was filled with despair and fear, as if it could already foresee the impending catastrophe.

The words that followed were as if they were being gripped by an invisible yet incredibly powerful hand, strangled in the throat by boundless fear, and no sound could be uttered.

All the powerful beings who witnessed this scene, whether they were ferocious and tyrannical demons who enjoyed killing, or the remaining gods who were once high above and controlled the laws of heaven and earth, felt an overwhelming chill rising from the depths of their souls.

The chill, like an icy tide, instantly engulfed their souls, filling them with despair and fear from the depths of their hearts.

They clearly sensed that the white-clad man's actions were not a bluff, but rather an impending, inescapable end.

It was a sense of oppression, like the arrival of death, that made them clearly realize that their lives were about to come to an end, and that all their struggles and resistance would be meaningless.

For martial artists, the Martial Soul is one of the most vital and essential sparks, as important as life itself.

It contains the essence of a martial artist's lifelong cultivation and soul power, and is the foundation of a martial artist's existence.

Once a martial soul self-destructs, the resulting chain reaction will be devastating.

It's like a super bomb that will completely ignite the foundation of "Tao" and "Li".

"Tao" and "Li" are the fundamental laws and order that constitute the operation of the entire universe. Once ignited, it is like pushing over the first domino. Everything, tangible and intangible, will gradually collapse in this chain reaction and eventually return to the origin of chaos.

This is the ultimate madness that drags the entire multiverse down with it; it is an irreversible apocalyptic catastrophe.

In the distance, the black figure known as the "Young Demon King" still stood motionless like a rock.

A violent energy storm, powerful enough to tear apart a star field, crashed against his location like a surging wave.

The storm, carrying boundless destructive power, shattered stars and distorted space wherever it went.

However, when this energy storm, powerful enough to terrify any strongman, blew against his spotless black robe, the hem of the robe remained completely still, as if he existed in another tranquil dimension, completely isolated from this chaotic and insane world.

He watched silently as the white-clad man, who was frantically devouring the surrounding energy, whose aura grew increasingly terrifying, and whose body resembled a blue sun about to explode, quietly watched.

His eyes were deep and calm. His face, so perfect it seemed otherworldly, was devoid of any expression—no fear, no anger, no pity—as if everything happening before him had nothing to do with him.

Only his right hand, which was resting on the spear, moved its index finger very slightly.

The movement was so subtle, like a gentle breeze brushing against a flower petal, that it was almost imperceptible.

"Zheng——!"

At that very moment, a gunshot, clear and sharp yet chilling enough to freeze the soul, rang out without warning!
The gunshot, like a summons from the deepest hell, carried endless chill and killing intent, piercing through the raging energy storm and striking deep into the souls of everyone present.

The sound was crisp and resonant, like the whip of fate announcing the arrival of the end.

It wasn't that the young demon king was wielding the spear with great force, making that imposing and earth-shattering attack; it was merely that the god-slaying spear trembled slightly in his hand.

This tremor was as subtle as the fluttering of a butterfly's wings, yet it contained a terrifying power capable of destroying the world.

A sense of annihilation, more restrained, purer, and more despairing than the white-robed man's destructive and unrestrained aura, quietly spread like a ghost.

This sense of annihilation, like an invisible cold tide, spread wildly outwards from the young demon king's center.

Wherever it passed, the space that was originally boiling over was instantly frozen as if by an invisible hand.

The raging energy, before this sense of annihilation, became as docile as lambs, and all quieted down.

The twinkling of the stars dimmed, and the ripples in the void ceased to undulate, as if the entire world had been paused by this sense of annihilation.

The young demon king's deep eyes seemed to contain endless nothingness, like two bottomless black holes that could devour all light and hope.

At this moment, those eyes were fixed on the white-clad man at the center of the vortex, their gaze as sharp as a sword, precise and ruthless.

He seemed to be calculating every detail with precision in a way that was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

In the instant before the martial soul core was completely ignited and the space was irreversibly annihilated, from what angle should one deliver the spear that would end everything and pierce even the "annihilation" itself?

This shot will be a judgment of fate, the only hope to end this mad catastrophe.

Ling Xiao's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief and astonishment.

He clearly remembered that this young demon king had been defeated by Jian Jue not long ago, and was in a sorry state.

But who could have imagined that this guy would break through his limits in the face of life and death, and his strength would be terrifyingly enhanced.

That already unfathomable strength is now even more enigmatic, like the vast universe itself.

Ling Xiao's face turned extremely ugly, as if he had eaten a bitter melon.

He was no match for this young demon king to begin with, and he was always at a disadvantage in every fight, only able to struggle to hold on.

Unexpectedly, this guy actually broke through again on the verge of death, which made him feel extremely desperate and helpless, and he was speechless to the extreme.

He inwardly groaned, "How am I supposed to fight like this?"
"Isn't this going to kill me?!"

"stop--!!!"

Just as the destructive energy vortex was about to reach its peak, and the light of the Martial Soul Core was so intense that even the Void Realm could not bear it, the laws of the entire space began to groan, collapsing like a fraction of a billionth of broken glass in an instant!

A voice filled with extreme anxiety suddenly rang out like a thunderclap.

This sound contained an undeniable majesty of heaven and earth, as if it were the first divine thunder of creation at the beginning of time, carrying endless anger and power, and booming from the farthest and deepest end of the starry sky, where even time itself was distorted.

The sound pierced through layers of space, shattered countless energy barriers, and entered directly into everyone's ears, making their souls tremble.