Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14074 Breakthrough
This force, like an invisible net, quickly enveloped the wreckage of the two already broken divine weapons, the "Incineration" giant blade and the half-shaft of the "Purgatory Lament" spear.

The God-Slaying Sword shone brightly, and the runes on its blade flickered erratically, as if it were cheering and jumping for joy, or as if it were frantically absorbing the power from the two divine weapons.

It attempted to forcefully increase its level, and with each surge of power, the sword trembled slightly, as if it were enduring immense pain, or perhaps enjoying a gluttonous feast of power.

The cracks on the sword were slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye under the impact of this force, and the blade became even sharper, gleaming with a chilling light, and there seemed to be an even more powerful aura brewing within.

Ling Xiao knew very well that in this world full of powerful figures and fraught with danger, he could only become stronger by simultaneously improving his own cultivation level and the cultivation level of his martial spirit.

If he cannot do this, he will be unable to face the impending terror.

Each of those beings possesses world-destroying power; a single misstep could lead to their annihilation.

He now knows that the man in white is named Yang Xiong. This man is not the Holy Lord of Tianyuan, but the Crown Prince of the Tianyuan Dynasty and the bloodline inheritor of the Holy Lord of Tianyuan.

Although Yang Xiong was at a disadvantage in his battle with the young demon king and was no match for him, the strength he displayed was still terrifying.

The sharp sword moves and the profound spiritual power made Ling Xiao wary.

Not to mention Jian Jue before and Luo Qianchen now, they are both white-robed divine envoys of the Tianyuan Holy Hall.

When Jian Jue makes a move, his sword is like a shooting star, as fast as lightning. Each sword strike contains endless killing intent and profound sword intent, making it impossible for anyone to defend against.

Luo Qianchen is even more unfathomable. He exudes a mysterious aura, as if he is one with heaven and earth. Every move he makes can draw upon the power of heaven and earth. Each one is more powerful than the last.

Ling Xiao thought to himself, if he doesn't get stronger, he'll only be able to die along with the young demon king.

Although the young demon king was already terrifying, and the strength he displayed made countless people tremble with fear, the enemies opposite him were simply an abyss, a bottomless pit of formidable power.

Their power seemed inexhaustible; every strike they made was devastating, sending chills down one's spine.

At this moment, Luo Qianchen was staring intently at the young demon king. Luo Qianchen's gaze was like two sharp blades, piercing straight into the young demon king's heart, as if trying to see through his soul.

The young demon king was completely focused on dealing with Luo Qianchen, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

The other powerful beings in the Demon Sea also had to face their respective opponents, each unleashing their powerful supernatural abilities to engage in a thrilling and intense battle with their enemies.

The battlefield was filled with deafening battle cries, overflowing spiritual energy, and flashing light, but no one noticed what was happening on Ling Xiao's side.

The Demon Lord Black Sky Sword had been captured again by Ling Xiao using his methods. This once arrogant and domineering demon sword was now like a docile lamb in front of Ling Xiao.

It's just a sword, how dare it offend its master?

Ling Xiao looked at the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword in his hand, a slight smile of disdain on his lips.

He has already decided that in the future, he will let his God-Slaying Sword Soul devour the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword.

This Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword contains powerful demonic energy and mysterious power. If it can be devoured by the God-Slaying Sword Soul, the God-Slaying Sword will undergo earth-shattering changes.

But now is not the time, because the God-Slaying Sword is somewhat weak and not powerful enough.

At this moment, if the Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword is forcibly absorbed, the God-Slaying Sword will be unable to withstand the immense power and will self-destruct.

In that case, not only will you fail to improve your strength, but you will also find yourself in a desperate situation.

Therefore, Ling Xiao could only wait patiently for the day when the God-Slaying Sword would become powerful enough.

"Young Demon King, what other shady henchmen do you have? Speak them all out!"

Stop hiding your true colors and playing tricks.

The younger generation of my Holy Temple are all outstanding individuals, the pride of heaven. We cannot allow them to be bullied by you lowly scum.

"Today, I, Luo Qianchen, am here to seek justice for the Holy Temple and make you, you cowards who dared to usurp its dignity, pay a terrible price!"

Luo Qianchen stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his hand tightly gripping the sharp sword that gleamed with cold light. Runes flowed across the blade, as if endless sword intent was surging within it.

In his other hand, he held the heavy, sharp broadsword steadily, the blade faintly gleaming with blood, as if it had just drunk fresh blood.

His expression was cold, his gaze sharp, staring intently at the young demon king, his eyes revealing boundless majesty and unquestionable domineering aura.

Upon hearing Luo Qianchen's provocative words, the young demon king's face instantly turned extremely ugly, like a wilted eggplant. His already gloomy face became even more somber, as if water could drip from it, and a hint of fear even flashed in his eyes.

That terror was like a flash of lightning in the night, brief yet clearly visible.

He couldn't help but curse inwardly: The God of Hellfire is so useless!
That God of Burning Hell is a renowned top expert in the Demon Sea. He is usually majestic and arrogant, running rampant in the Demon Sea. Wherever he goes, all the demons bow down and submit.

But now, in front of Luo Qianchen, he was so easily defeated, which was simply unacceptable to the young demon king.

The young demon king frowned, large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, his nails digging into his palms, yet he felt no pain.

At this moment, he was caught in an extreme struggle and dilemma.

How to do?
Luo Qianchen's strength is so great that he is far beyond his ability to contend with. If he does not ask for help from that person, he will probably not be able to escape unscathed today.

But, do we really have to bring that person out?

The thought of that person filled the young demon king with a deep sense of fear.

For the Demon Sea, that being's existence is both a powerful trump card and a ticking time bomb that could explode at any moment.

While bringing out that person might turn the tide of the battle and defeat Luo Qianchen, the price to pay would be unimaginable.

That price might severely damage the Demon Sea and could even trigger a series of unpredictable disasters.

The young demon king pondered painfully in his heart. With each thought, his fear grew stronger, yet the current situation forced him to make a choice...

At this moment, Ling Xiao had completely absorbed the energy essence of the Burning Prison God, even though that guy was not a real god, but just a powerful demon cultivator.

But the improvement it brought him was terrifying.

In that instant, Ling Xiao felt his cultivation level, which had been stagnant for a long time, was breaking through at an astounding pace...

He had a premonition that on this battlefield, he would finally have a real voice.