Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14078 You're still too weak after all.
Yun Wuji carried the faint bronze lamp, its eerie blue flame flickering like a candle in the wind, as if it could go out at any moment.

He stood quietly a step away from the young demon king, like a ghost forgotten in a corner of time.

His existence seemed out of place in this noisy world, yet he also seemed to be the master of this world, quietly watching everything unfold.

However, this shattered secret realm, soaked in demonic blood and remains, was plunged into an even deeper and more despairing abyss of death because of the faint blue light in his hand.

The pale blue flame, though faint, exuded a mysterious and powerful aura, as if it contained endless secrets and power.

It was like a beacon in the darkness, illuminating this broken secret realm, yet instilling immense fear and despair in all living beings.

Under the glow of the eerie blue fire, everything around seemed particularly sinister and terrifying.

Demonic blood gathered on the ground into black streams, emitting a pungent odor; piles of remains lay everywhere, with severed limbs scattered about, resembling a giant slaughterhouse.

Yun Wuji stood amidst this terrifying scene, like the Grim Reaper, sending chills down the spines of everyone who saw him.

Aside from the Holy Temple, the name Yun Wuji was practically a walking taboo among the other three forces in Tianyuan, Dazhen, and the Demon Sea. He was like a calamity star radiating a terrifying aura, and everyone avoided him wherever he went.

The mere mention of this name is like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples and inspiring awe and fear in everyone who hears it.

His existence coincided with the peak of the "Cemetery of Time," a time when his power overwhelmed all heavens and silenced countless martial artists.

It was a dark age that made the whole world tremble, and also a legendary period that made countless powerful figures pale in comparison.

"The Cemetery of Time" is a mysterious and terrifying place, hidden in the cracks of time, containing endless mysteries and powerful forces.

Yun Wuji, like the master of this cemetery, holds the power of life and death.

At that time, in the cemetery of time, he alone, with just a lamp, silenced the entire congregation of the church.

The Holy Temple is a sacred place that gathers countless top experts, and it usually looks down on all others and is arrogant and domineering.

However, in front of Yun Wuji, they were like docile lambs, daring not to resist in the slightest.

His appearance was like an insurmountable chasm, standing between the powerful figures of the Holy Temple, forcing them to silently lower their noble heads.

All spirits in the sea of ​​demons bowed their heads.

The Demon Sea is a place filled with evil and terror, inhabited by countless powerful and ferocious demons.

They are inherently cruel and bloodthirsty, and never yield to any power.

However, when Yun Wuji appeared in the sea of ​​demons holding that ancient bronze lamp, all the demons seemed to feel a fear from the depths of their souls, and they all lowered their heads to show their submission.

The scene was like a hundred beasts paying homage to a king, magnificent and awe-inspiring.

The warriors of the Tianyuan Dynasty lowered their brows.

The Tianyuan Dynasty is a nation where martial arts flourish, and its warriors are all proud and arrogant, respecting the strong.

However, under Yun Wuji's oppressive aura, they had no choice but to restrain their sharpness and lower their once proud heads.

Yun Wuji single-handedly dominated Tianyuan, Dazhen, and the Demon Sea, becoming the undisputed overlord of that era.

Yun Wuji was revered by all martial artists of that era as "the most insurmountable barrier on the long river of time!"

The river of time is the convergence point of all time in the world. It flows mightily and ceaselessly, containing endless mysteries and power.

Yun Wuji is like a towering mountain standing on the long river of time; no matter how time flows, his position cannot be shaken.

His existence was like an insurmountable chasm, causing all martial artists to hesitate and retreat.

The powerful figures of the Holy Temple were shaken to their core, almost unable to believe their own perceptions.

This name, long since written into legend and vanished into nothingness, has reappeared here like a ghost!

Their eyes were filled with shock and fear, as if they had seen the most terrifying demon in the world.

Their bodies trembled involuntarily, and a strong sense of unease welled up inside them.

Why would this man, who once made the whole world tremble, suddenly appear here?

Why did he come?

Could it also be to protect that so-called "young demon king" who is barely surviving?
Yun Wuji finally shifted his gaze from the young demon king's face. His eyes were deep and calm, as if they held the secrets of the entire universe.

He slowly swept his gaze across the devastated secret realm, his eyes seemingly able to penetrate all illusions.

Finally, his gaze fell upon the tattered Luo Qianchen.

Luo Qianchen was once the head of the middle-level divine envoys of the Tianyuan Holy Hall, with unparalleled strength. However, at this moment, he was covered in wounds and his aura was weak.

Yun Wuji's voice remained hoarse and calm, yet carried an indifference that seemed to pierce through eternity: "Luo Qianchen... the head of the middle-level divine envoys of the Heavenly Abyss Holy Hall, his strength is indeed formidable..."

His words struck like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart.

He paused, his withered fingers gently caressing the cold bronze lamp, as if he were touching his most precious treasure.

"I admit that when it comes to talent and ability, in this world, apart from the eleven high-ranking divine envoys and your Heavenly Abyss Saint Lord, no one can surpass you."

His words were both an affirmation of Luo Qianchen and carried an undeniable air of authority.

The faint blue light flickered slightly as he spoke, as if responding to his words, adding a touch of mystery to the tense atmosphere.

“However,” Yun Wuji slightly raised his turbid eyes, which seemed to hold endless vicissitudes and profundity accumulated over the years, and also seemed to have a cold flame flickering within them.

He stared directly into the unfathomable demonic eyes of the Nine Nether Demon Lord, eyes that gleamed with an eerie and ferocious light, as if capable of devouring all light.

Yun Wuji spoke each word clearly, his voice hoarse and low, yet heavy as a collapsing star. Each word struck the hearts of everyone like a heavy hammer: "In the end... you are still too weak."

These words were like a biting gust of cold wind in the dead of winter, instantly lowering the temperature of the entire battlefield to freezing point.

Luo Qianchen's face instantly turned extremely ugly. His demonic body trembled slightly, and a surge of anger burned fiercely in his heart, but he dared not act rashly because of his fear of Yun Wuji.

On Luo Qianchen's face, which had been frozen for eternity, a faint, almost eerie smile slowly appeared.

That smile, like a crack suddenly appearing on ice, revealed a chilling eeriness.