Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14070 Ants
The eyes of the God of Burning Hell, burning with divine flames, were now filled with unprecedented horror and disbelief!

The divine flame, which was originally a symbol of his majesty and power, now flickered like a candle in the wind, reflecting the extreme shock in his heart.

Who is he, the God of Burning Hell?

In all the heavens and myriad realms, that is a being of great renown, revered by countless living beings!
He wields the "Law of Annihilation," one of the most terrifying and destructive forces in the universe, which turns everything to ashes wherever it goes.

With his "Burning Blade" in hand, he roamed freely, burning countless divine kingdoms.

Those once glorious divine kingdoms, under his giant blade, shattered and vanished in an instant, like fragile bubbles.

His reputation was so great that all the demons and gods in the heavens trembled with fear at the mere mention of his name, and dared not disobey him in the slightest.

Its "Heaven-Burning and Earth-Splitting Slash" is even said to be able to destroy a great world!

This move was the culmination of his life's work. When he unleashed it, the heavens and earth changed color, the sun and moon lost their light, as if the entire universe was about to be annihilated by this single strike.

Countless powerful figures were reduced to ashes by this move, leaving not even a trace.

But now, in front of the mysterious and unpredictable Luo Qianchen, his all-out strike was... casually shattered by the other party?!

That seemingly casual strike contained boundless power, instantly reducing his "Heaven-Burning Earth-Splitting Slash" to nothingness.

You can't even budge the hem of their clothes?!

How could he possibly accept this?
This is an extreme insult to his dignity and a complete denial of his strength.

Luo Qianchen did not pursue.

She stood there quietly, like an unshakable mountain, exuding an extraordinary aura.

She didn't even glance at the God of Burning Hell, as if in her eyes he was nothing more than an insignificant ant, not worth her attention at all.

Her face, which seemed to be made of the abyss itself, was slightly raised, and her two deep, black-hole-like "gazes" seemed to pierce through layers of chaotic void.

That gaze, like the deepest vortex in the universe, contained endless mysteries and power, making people afraid to look directly at it.

She gazed into the depths of the abyss at a location where the aura was violently fluctuating like a chaotic star core about to erupt, as if she were trying to uncover some unknown secret.

A deep, hoarse voice, as if countless worlds were rubbing against each other in the midst of annihilation, slowly rose up. The voice, like an echo from ancient times, carried a sense of vicissitude and mystery.

Her voice carried a hint of all-knowing indifference, as if everything in the world was under her control and nothing could escape her eyes.

A hint of cold amusement lingered, as if watching an amusing farce, finding the God of Burning Hell's humiliation and defeat laughable;
And a hint of...undisguised disappointment?

He seemed extremely dissatisfied with the performance of the God of Burning Hell, believing that he was not worthy of fighting him.

"The Young Demon King!"

Luo Qianchen's clear, cold voice suddenly exploded, like a tangible cold wave, carrying a bone-chilling cold, echoing wildly in the abyss where even the air seemed to freeze in deathly silence.

Each word was like a sharp ice blade, cutting through the dark space and freezing the surrounding atmosphere.

"Is this your final struggle? Summoning these... ants?"

Luo Qianchen's "gaze," seemingly formed from the abyss itself, was cold and sharp. With a single sweep, it seemed to pierce through layers of darkness and land on the Burning Hell God, whose face was ashen and whose aura surged like a turbulent wave.

Her gaze was full of contempt and disdain, as if the God of Hell was nothing more than an ant that could be crushed at any moment.

Then, this "gaze" seemed to pierce through endless planes, carrying an all-knowing majesty, and stabbed straight at the young demon king, "How many more sleeping 'firewood' can you awaken?"

The young demon king froze abruptly. His originally violent aura was as if it had been gripped tightly by an invisible hand, instantly becoming even more frenzied and chaotic.

His body trembled slightly, his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, his face full of anger and resentment, yet he seemed bound by an invisible force, unable to give an effective response, only able to let out a low growl, like a wounded beast howling in despair.

Luo Qianchen chuckled softly. The sound was like sandpaper rubbing her soul against a rough surface, cold and piercing, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, as if nothing in the world could arouse her interest.

She casually raised a hand tightly wrapped in shadow like silk, her fingers slightly spread, the movement elegant and composed.

Within his palm, a wisp of "sword light" that seemed capable of devouring all light and heat silently leaped. That "sword light" was like a long-dormant dark dragon that had just awakened, radiating a chilling aura.

"I...have plenty of time."

Luo Qianchen's voice remained calm, yet it was like a pronouncement from the deepest abyss, carrying an irresistible majesty.

Her "gaze" swept over the God of Burning Hell again, her eyes filled with indifference and mockery, as if she were looking at a sinner about to be judged.

Then, this "gaze" seemed to pierce through the darkness of the abyss and be cast into the vast void beyond the abyss, where there was an unknown and mysterious realm.

"Wait until you have piled up all the 'firewood' that can burn here..."

Luo Qianchen spoke slowly, each word like a heavy hammer, striking the hearts of the young demon king and the god of inferno.

The wisp of sword light twisted and expanded in her palm like a living thing, constantly changing shape. Sometimes it resembled a sharp blade, and sometimes it resembled a ferocious beast, emanating a terrifying aura that could freeze even gods and demons.

This aura, like tangible frost, spread outwards, freezing space and distorting the laws of nature wherever it went.

"And then... wipe them all out."

Luo Qianchen's words were as calm as water, yet they contained an absolute indifference that crushed eternity and regarded all resistance as nothing.

It was as if in her eyes, all the struggles of the young demon king and the god of inferno were in vain, and she could destroy them completely with just a wave of her hand.

"To save... trouble."

These last few words, like a cold blade, pierced through the deathly silence of the abyss, causing a deep sense of despair to surge in the hearts of both the young demon king and the god of inferno.

Not far away, the God of Burning Hell, who had just forcibly suppressed the surging divine power within his body and was concentrating on repairing the deep, bloody wound on his arm, suddenly heard Luo Qianchen's words, which were as cold as frost.

In an instant, his face, covered with hideous demonic patterns and originally as resolute as iron, twisted and deformed, as if being violently kneaded by an invisible hand.

A raging inferno, like volcanic lava about to erupt, surged wildly within him, threatening to burst forth from his seven orifices and incinerate everything around him!