Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14067 Xuan Tian Empress Luo Qianchen

“Boom!”

The explosion seemed to have been brewing since the beginning of the universe, and it finally erupted at this moment.

The sound waves surged forward like a raging, turbulent sea, containing an immense power that could suppress all things.

That power was mysterious and mighty, as if it were the embodiment of the rules of the universe. Wherever it went, everything had to bow down in submission.

This sound wave actually suppressed, briefly and forcefully, the terrifying roar of the energy vortex triggered by the Martial Soul Core.

That energy vortex, a symbol of destruction, spun violently, releasing power capable of destroying everything. Its roar was like thousands of thunderbolts exploding simultaneously, shaking one's very soul.

However, in the face of this sound wave, it was as if it were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, emitting a painful "buzzing" sound. The violent energy turbulence also froze for a moment, as if time itself stood still.

Before the shout had even faded, a dazzling streak of light, like the falling sun, ripped through the chaotic and terrifying void.

The light was dazzling to the extreme, its radiance so great that countless stars paled in comparison, as if they were merely faint fireflies beneath its glow.

With an absolute speed that surpasses the limits of thought and ignores spatial barriers, it tore through layers of dimensional barriers like an invincible sword.

Those dimensional barriers, incredibly sturdy like walls of bronze and iron, served as barriers between different worlds. Yet, before this stream of light, they were as thin as paper, easily pierced through.

Then, it pierced through the chaotic spacetime turbulence.

Spacetime turbulence is a place where time and space are distorted and chaotic, filled with endless dangers and unknowns. Even powerful martial artists can be torn to shreds if they fall into it.

But this stream of light seemed to pass through an empty space, freely traversing the chaotic currents of time and space without encountering any hindrance.

In the blink of an eye, they had arrived at this secret realm that was about to become the ultimate graveyard!

The stream of light suddenly receded, like rivers flowing into the sea, and the light gradually dissipated, revealing a figure.

In everyone's imagination, the one who could utter such a majestic roar and possess such great power should be a colossal god, as tall as a mountain and as imposing as thunder.

However, what we see before us is not like that at all.

Instead, she was a tall, shapely woman.

She was dressed in a black, form-fitting outfit that clung to her body, outlining her lithe and graceful curves, showcasing both her heroic spirit and feminine softness.

Her hair was as black as a waterfall, glossy and shiny, and tied up with only a simple jade hairpin. Without too much decoration, it made her look even more refreshing and neat.

Her face was not stunningly beautiful, lacking the alluring charm that could captivate at first glance, but rather like cold jade sculpted by the wind over the years, with clear and sharp lines.

Her nose was straight and high, like a mountain peak, which showed her perseverance and courage.

His thin lips were pressed tightly together, as if they contained endless determination and strength, and he did not easily reveal his true feelings.

Her phoenix eyes, when they opened and closed, shone with a divine light, as if they contained the birth and death of an endless galaxy. That light was profound and mysterious, making it impossible for anyone to see through her inner thoughts.

They resembled two bottomless, icy pools, exuding an indifference and majesty that seemed to have endured countless calamities and surveyed the vicissitudes of life, as if everything in the world was under her control and nothing could move her.

What is most striking are the two weapons she carries on her back.

The two weapons, silently carried on her back, seemed to contain endless killing intent and power, making them a force to be reckoned with.

Their shapes and materials are very peculiar, exuding a mysterious aura, as if they were divine objects from another world.

Behind his left shoulder, a long, sheathed sword emerged diagonally, like a dragon awakening after a thousand years of slumber, carrying a fierce and imposing aura ready to be unleashed.

The scabbard was entirely dark gold, not the kind of bright, dazzling gold, but a deep, abyss-like color, as if containing endless sedimentation of time.

It is neither gold nor wood, its material is mysterious and unpredictable, and its surface is covered with fine natural patterns like dragon scales.

Each of these patterns seems to have been sculpted by nature itself, so ancient and rustic that it is almost barbaric. There is not a trace of brilliance that leaks out, unlike those flashy weapons that rely on dazzling light to show their existence.

However, this seemingly simple scabbard subtly exudes an unparalleled sharpness that severs cause and effect and cleaves through destiny.

That sharpness, like a tangible blade, spread outwards invisibly.

The mere presence of this scabbard caused the surrounding space to crack silently, revealing fine black fissures, as it could not withstand the terrifying power.

These fissures, like abysses in the universe, devour all the light and energy around them, inspiring awe and fear.

Behind his right shoulder was a longsword still in its sheath.

The scabbard was as dark as ink, its blackness so intense it seemed to suck in one's soul, as if it were formed from the purest shadows, without a trace of impurity.

The surface is covered with mysterious silver runes, which, like ancient and enigmatic writing, contain endless mysteries and power.

They move slowly like living things, sometimes gathering together to form complex patterns;
At times they would separate, each flickering with an eerie light.

It exudes an extreme chill that freezes the soul and annihilates all laws; that chill is like frost from the deepest hell, making people feel cold and fearful from the bottom of their hearts.

Before the sword was even drawn, its chilling sword intent spread outwards like a tangible cold wind.

The floating remains of gods and demons nearby were silently covered with a layer of white frost under the shroud of this sword intent.

The white frost was cold and hard, as if it were solidified sword intent, making even these once incredibly powerful divine and demonic skeletons appear fragile and vulnerable.

The sword is named "Slaying Cause" and the blade is called "Severing Fruit"—this is the renowned Xuan Tian Empress, Luo Qianchen, who strikes fear into the hearts of countless powerful figures!

With Luo Qianchen's arrival, the originally violent energy of this star field seemed to have been thrown into a piece of ancient ice.

That violent energy, like a surging tide, constantly crashed against everything around it.

However, in the face of Luo Qianchen's aura, the tide instantly calmed down, as if it had been gently pressed down by an invisible hand.

The white-robed man's wildly surging, almost out-of-control martial soul core aura suddenly caught in its throat!
That aura, originally like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins, was running rampant and uncontrollable.

But at this moment, it was as if an invisible and cold hand had instantly gripped the core of that violent energy, preventing it from continuing its rampage.

The enormous energy vortex that devoured everything also exhibited violent and visible turbulence.

The vortex, which was originally spinning at high speed, suddenly slowed down, as if a machine with its gears stuck was unable to operate normally.

Out-of-control energy turbulence even began to escape from the edges. These turbulences, like wild horses, ran rampant in all directions, tearing cracks in space wherever they went.