Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14071 You are not worthy to lick the dust from the soles of my shoes.
Throughout his life, the God of Burning Hell roamed the myriad realms, taking the burning of all things as his path of cultivation. Wherever he went, divine kingdoms collapsed, and living beings suffered. Countless powerful figures were terrified at the mere mention of his name. He had never suffered such a humiliation, being regarded as "firewood" waiting to be burned.
This was undoubtedly a blatant trampling of his supreme authority and a complete denial of his lifelong glory!
"Luo Qianchen—!!!"

The God of Burning Hell let out a roar that shattered the void. The sound was like the final roar of a wounded ancient beast in its desperate situation, filled with endless anger and resentment.

The roar seemed capable of tearing the heavens and earth apart, shattering stars, and causing the entire abyss to tremble.

He suddenly straightened up, his feet stomping heavily on the void, as if he wanted to trample the endless darkness under his feet.

His body instantly ignited with black and red divine flames a hundred times more intense than before. These flames, like karmic fire from hell, burned fiercely, releasing terrifyingly high temperatures.

The temperature of the entire secret realm seemed to be rising rapidly, the air was being burned and distorted, and cracks appeared in the space, as if it would collapse at any moment.

He swiftly grabbed at the void with his left hand, his movement as fast as lightning, as if it could tear the heavens and earth apart.

A ferocious spear, "Hell's Lament," entirely crimson and exuding a chilling aura, appeared in his hand as if it had transcended the boundaries of time and space, tearing through space itself.

The spear was entwined with countless illusory souls wailing in agony. These souls seemed to be telling of endless pain and despair, emitting mournful screams that chilled the heart.

The spearhead pointed directly at Luo Qianchen, gleaming with a cold and sharp light, as if it could pierce through everything.

The God of Burning Hell's voice was hoarse and distorted with extreme anger, as harsh as sandpaper: "How dare you insult me ​​like this?!"

Do you regard my 'Infernal Purgatory' reputation as mere dust?!

Those words were filled with boundless hatred for Luo Qianchen and a resolute defense of his own reputation.

Luo Qianchen finally turned around slowly and completely, her movements elegant and composed, as if nothing in the world could faze her in the slightest.

Her two deep, black-hole-like "gazes" were like invisible probes, landing precisely and sharply on the "Incineration" giant blade tightly gripped in the right hand and the "Purgatory Lament" spear in the left hand of the God of Burning Hell.

That gaze seemed to penetrate all appearances, discerning the secrets and power behind these two divine weapons.

The hoarse voice rang out again, like a whisper from the deepest abyss, carrying an almost anatomical scrutiny, as if it wanted to dissect everything about the God of Hell.

"You think you can contend with me with just these two so-called divine weapons?"

Each word struck the heart of the God of Hell like a heavy hammer.

The voice also contained... a deep-seated contempt?

That contempt, like a high and mighty god looking down on an ant, made the God of Burning Hell feel extremely humiliated and angry.

"The God of Hellfire?"

The sound rang out, stirring up invisible ripples in the deathly silent and deep abyss, like a pebble thrown into a calm yet profound lake, the ripples spreading outwards in circles, carrying an indescribable mystery and pressure.

"'The Law of Annihilation'?"
'Incineration' and 'Lamentation'?

As he spoke, the owner of the voice seemed to be savoring the names with great interest. Every syllable that came out of his mouth seemed to carry a cold doubt, like a sharp ice blade cutting through the dark space, making people shudder.

Upon hearing these words filled with doubt and contempt, the God of Burning Hell's chest heaved violently, like a fully drawn bowstring.

The divine flames surrounding him were like a pot of boiling magma, churning and surging wildly, releasing terrifyingly high temperatures.

He exerted all his strength to forcefully gather his aura, which surged like a raging tide, constantly rising as if to fill the entire abyss.

His eyes were as scorching and intense as molten lava, as if they could burn anything in his way to ashes. He roared, "It is indeed the One!"
Dual-polar God Slayer, Burning and Refining the Heavens!
What do you intend to do?!

The sound, like a thunderclap, echoed in the abyss, filled with boundless majesty and domineering power, as if declaring to the whole world its inviolability.

"Heh..." A very light and cold sneer seemed to drift from the deepest abyss, resounding directly in the depths of one's soul.

The laughter carried a chilling quality that seemed to freeze the mind, making the surrounding air appear to solidify instantly.

The laughter, though soft, struck the heart of the God of Burning Hell like a heavy hammer, instantly enveloping his anger in a chilling aura.

Luo Qianchen's head, which was as beautiful as a finely sculpted work of art, seemed to tilt slightly.

This action carries an almost childlike innocence and curiosity, as if pondering an interesting question.

However, the words that followed were like a curse from hell, more despairing than the pain of "Purgatory Lament" piercing a god's body: "Bipolarity?"

She paused, and although the pause was brief, it felt like an eternity, making the God of Burning Hell's heart leap into his throat.

Each word was like a cold chisel, carrying unparalleled power, driving it firmly into the foundation and heart of the God of Burning Hell.

"You're not even worthy to lick the dust off the soles of my boots."

These words, like the sharpest sword, pierced straight into the depths of the Burning God's soul.

The God of Burning Hell felt a surge of anger rush to his head, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably. His hands clenched into fists, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

He had traversed the heavens his entire life, and had never suffered such humiliation.

This is a blatant trampling of his supreme dignity and a complete denial of his life's glory.

His heart was filled with anger, resentment, and humiliation, emotions that surged like a tidal wave, almost drowning him.

However, he was well aware of Luo Qianchen's strength and dared not make a move easily. He could only struggle in endless pain and anger, like a beast trapped in a cage, letting out a low and desperate roar.

"Luo Qianchen, you bitch—!!!"

The eyes of the God of Burning Hell, which were already as hot as molten lava, suddenly erupted with crimson-gold divine flames. These flames, like tangible swords, spewed out wildly, as if to scorch through the endless abyss of darkness.

A boundless rage, his dignity utterly trampled and his reason burned away, surged wildly within him like raging volcanic lava, mixing with boiling divine blood, and rushed straight to the top of his head!
He felt a buzzing in his head, as if a volcano had erupted in his mind, and his reason was completely overwhelmed by anger.

He let out a roar that tore through the planes, a sound like the desperate roar of an ancient beast before its death, or the deafening roar of the universe collapsing. It shook the entire abyss violently, and fine cracks appeared in space, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.