Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14073 Ling Xiao Gets a Bargain

The sound was so light, like a feather falling or a gentle breeze brushing past one's ear; if it weren't for the deathly silence of this abyss, it would probably be completely unnoticed.

It was like a red-hot iron needle, piercing a piece of ancient ice with intense heat.

The instant the iron needle touched the ice, there was no earth-shattering explosion, no surging energy fluctuations, only a subtle yet resolute "poof" sound, announcing the start of a silent contest.

The "Bipolar World-Burning" storm, which swept across the abyss with overwhelming force and seemed capable of incinerating even the gods, encountered its nemesis the moment it came into contact with that wisp of dark light.

The storm originally carried terrifying, world-destroying power. Wherever it went, space distorted, time became disordered, and everything was swept up and turned to dust.

But at this moment, it was like a docile lamb, without even a ripple, it silently... went out.

Yes, turn it off!
It wasn't defeated, nor was it negated; rather, it was like a candle flame being gently blown out, its very existence being directly "negated"!
It was as if it had never existed in this world, leaving behind only a chilling silence.

The towering, majestic demon god's body was struck as if by an invisible force originating from the realm of rules!

This force transcended the limitations of time and space, and surpassed all laws and order in the world. Like the ruler of the universe, it subjected him to the most severe judgment.

"Bang!!!" A dull, teeth-grinding impact rang out!

The sound was like a heavy hammer striking a boulder, or like muffled thunder exploding in one's ears, making one's eardrums ache and one's heart pound violently.

The God of Burning Hell transformed into a shooting star burning with lingering flames, traveling at a speed a hundred times faster than when it flew back, leaving a tragic yet magnificent trail in the abyss.

He tore through layers of abyssal space, which was as fragile as paper, easily ripped apart to reveal the dark and mysterious void behind it.

This time, he directly smashed through dozens of dimensional barriers. Each barrier was like a solid city wall, but under his impact, it was as fragile as paper and easily destroyed.

Finally, he crashed into the depths of a massive mountain range composed of countless solidified corpses!

The mountain range seemed to be a symbol of death, with countless corpses piled up like mountains, emitting a nauseating stench of decay.

The body of the God of Burning Hell was deeply embedded within it, and the surrounding corpses were shattered by his impact, raising a cloud of dust.

The "Burning Blade" in his hand, the divine weapon that had accompanied him through countless battles, slaying numerous powerful enemies and earning him widespread fame, shattered into pieces as it flew backward.

The giant blade, which had originally shone with a blazing light and exuded a terrifying aura, was now like a fragile piece of porcelain, utterly vulnerable in the face of overwhelming power.

Every inch of the blade cracked with tiny fissures, which then spread rapidly, eventually turning it into countless burning metal fragments that scattered in all directions!

Those fragments, like shooting stars, streaked across the sky, carrying the wrath and resentment of the God of Hell, before disappearing into the endless darkness.

The "Hellish Lament" spear, which had just been thrust out and was imbued with the power of countless vengeful spirits' wails, seemed to be eroded by a mysterious and irresistible force.

In the aftershocks of the collision between the dark, gloomy light and the storm, it silently broke apart from the middle, without a deafening explosion or a surge of energy leakage; it simply snapped into two pieces without a sound.

The cut is as smooth as a mirror, as if it were carefully cut by the sharpest weapon in the world, or as if all traces have been erased by the long river of time.

A faint yet persistent, deep shadow remains, seemingly capable of eroding eternity!
This shadowy wisp, like a maggot clinging to a bone, carried endless evil and eeriness, and even began to spread along the broken spear toward the arm of the God of Hell.

Wherever it passed, the once surging power quickly dried up and vanished like the receding tide, leaving only desolation and barrenness.

The God of Burning Hell was trapped in a giant pit formed by piled-up corpses. His once majestic and indestructible divine armor was now completely shattered, hanging on his body like tattered rags.

Its body, riddled with cracks and dimmed of light, was revealed. Each crack resembled a scar etched by time, or a mark of shame left by battle.

He struggled to stand up, and with each effort, a sharp pain shot through his body, as if countless sharp blades were cutting him inside.

He suddenly spat out a mouthful of dark golden divine blood, which even contained fragments of broken internal organs and emitted a nauseating stench.

He looked down at his empty left hand, which was now only half a spear shaft. The hand that had once gripped the spear and controlled the power of destruction was now so powerless.

He then looked at his right arm, which was covered in cracks and devoid of divine power. The muscles on his right arm had atrophied, and the skin was shriveled, like withered tree bark.

Finally, his gaze fell on the pile of "Incineration" fragments in front of him. It had once been his most prized divine weapon, accompanying him in countless battles, but now it had become a pile of useless scrap metal.

Those crimson-gold eyes, which once burned with ambition to consume the heavens, are now filled only with boundless silence, bewilderment, and... a deep-seated sense of defeat.

It was as if the whole world collapsed at that moment; his faith, his pride, everything he had vanished before that dark, deep light.

"Bipolar?"
Godslayer?

Before that snap of the fingers...

But it is……

A joke.

He muttered to himself, his voice weak and hoarse, as if all his strength had been drained away.

Those once earth-shaking slogans now seem so pale and powerless, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

Seeing this, Ling Xiao's eyes flashed with a barely perceptible glint of greed and excitement.

He quietly approached the God of Burning Hell, like a cheetah lurking in the darkness, waiting for the best opportunity to strike.

Then, he slowly activated the Devouring Heaven Demon Art, and a powerful suction force emanated from his body, causing the surrounding air to distort and deform.

The God of Burning Hell wanted to scream, but found himself unable to make a sound.

His throat felt as if it were being choked by an invisible hand, and he could only make weak "woo-woo" sounds.

He looked at Ling Xiao in horror, his eyes filled with despair and helplessness.

"Senior, please lend me your power. In the future, I will take good care of the Demon Sea."

Ling Xiao smiled slightly, a smile that carried a hint of cunning and smugness, as if everything was under his control.

After saying that, he activated the Devouring Heaven Demon Art even more fiercely, and the suction force was like a surging tide, frantically drawing out the power from the Burning Hell God's body.

The God of Burning Hell felt his body growing weaker and weaker, and his consciousness becoming increasingly blurred, as if he had fallen into an endless abyss of darkness.

Moreover, the God-Slaying Sword in Ling Xiao's hand, which exuded a chilling light and a sinister killing intent, was now like an extremely greedy prehistoric beast, slowly releasing a mysterious and powerful devouring force.