Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14079 Repaying the favor
Luo Qianchen's gaze never left the young demon king, as if the young demon king possessed some fatal magic that attracted him.

His tone carried a hint of playful coldness, as if a voice came from an ice cellar: "I never expected that this little devil, struggling in its death throes, would attract the pity of a gravedigger like you who should have long since returned to dust."

It seems that after your battle with our previous Holy Lord, you were saved by them.

Upon hearing this, the entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence, as if time itself had frozen at that moment.

These few words were like uncovering an ancient, still-bleeding wound, sending a chill down the spine of everyone who heard them.

Back then, the previous Demon Sea Supreme was an incredibly arrogant and domineering being.

He coveted the immense power and boundless resources of the Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary, and plotted to dominate the entire world.

So, taking advantage of the fact that Yun Wuji and Tianyuan Saint Lord were locked in fierce battle and both were severely injured, he attempted to launch a sneak attack on Tianyuan Saint Lord, who had been seriously wounded by Yun Wuji, in order to eliminate him in one fell swoop and thus remove a powerful opponent for the Demon Sea.

Unfortunately, his wishful thinking backfired.

Although the Heavenly Abyss Saint Lord was seriously injured, he still possessed profound inner strength and his power should not be underestimated.

Yun Wuji, being an unparalleled expert, would not allow him to succeed so easily.

Just as the previous generation of Demon Sea Supreme was about to succeed, Yun Wuji used his last bit of strength to deliver a fatal blow.

The previous generation of Demon Lord of the Sea was seriously injured and fled in a sorry state.

Before his death, the previous Demon Lord of the Sea used his last strength to warn his descendants that they must avenge him and make Tianyuan Temple and Yun Wuji pay a heavy price.

However, he also repeatedly warned them that the strength of the Heavenly Abyss Temple was unimaginable, and that they must not act rashly and must wait for the right opportunity.

Since then, the descendants of the Demon Sea have been consumed by a burning desire for revenge. They began to cultivate with madness, like wild beasts driven to a frenzy.

They plunder resources from other territories at any cost, resorting to any means necessary to expand the Demon Sea.

Whether it's a weak tribe or a powerful sect, once they've set their sights on someone, they can't escape being plundered.

Not only that, they also absorbed the geniuses of other races, capturing those with exceptional talent and strength and bringing them back to the Demon Sea, where they used evil secret methods to turn them into slaves of the Demon Sea.

These prodigies originally had bright futures and promising prospects, but they were completely destroyed by the evil deeds of the Demon Sea, and could only serve the Demon Sea in pain and despair.

The young demon king was a pawn carefully cultivated by the Demon Sea.

He believed that with his wisdom and strength, he had woven an iron net strong enough to rival the Holy See.

He rallied various forces, gathering enough power to change the world.

He believed he was fully prepared to challenge the Holy Temple and realize his ambition of dominating the Demon Sea.

However, he never expected that Yun Wuji's appearance would shatter all his plans.

This seemingly sturdy iron net was like a fragile piece of paper in front of Yun Wuji; it would break with the slightest touch.

However, they ultimately underestimated the power of the Sanctuary.

The Sanctuary was a towering peak standing between heaven and earth, a terrifying abyss of unfathomable depth, whose terror could not be described by the word "powerful".

It is like an ancient behemoth lurking in the darkness, usually unseen, but once provoked, the power it unleashes is enough to make the entire world tremble.

The ruthlessness and power of the Sanctuary even subtly surpassed the vague and terrifying descriptions of the Sanctuary in ancient texts.

In those ancient texts, the sanctuary is depicted as a mysterious and powerful organization, possessing strength and means beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

But when people actually face the church, they realize that those descriptions are just the tip of the iceberg.

The powerful figures in the Holy Temple are all ruthless and will stop at nothing to achieve their goals.

They show no mercy in battle; once they strike, it's a sure kill, leaving the enemy with no chance to fight back.

Moreover, the Holy Temple possesses a terrifyingly deep foundation, with countless unknown secret techniques and treasures. Once these trump cards are revealed, they are enough to turn the tide of battle and change the course of the war.

As Yun Wuji listened to Luo Qianchen's blood-stained, piercing words, those words were like sharp blades, cutting into his heart piece by piece.

However, his face, etched with the marks of time, remained calm and composed, as if all of this was within his expectations.

Those marks of time are like deep ravines, recording the countless storms and vicissitudes he has experienced.

However, his withered fingers, gripping the bronze lamp, tightened almost imperceptibly for a moment, his knuckles turning a jade-like pale white. This subtle movement still revealed a faint, almost imperceptible fluctuation deep within his heart.

The faint blue flame inside the lamp silently swelled and contracted, as if responding to his inner emotions.

The eerie blue flames, like will-o'-the-wisps from hell, exuded a mysterious and terrifying aura.

Light and shadow flickered in his deep-set eyes, as if countless eras of oblivion were being born and dying within them.

His gaze was deep and distant, as if it had transcended the boundaries of time and space, allowing him to see the distant past and the unknown future.

"You're right, it was the Demon Sea that saved me, that allowed this old man to survive."

Yun Wuji finally spoke slowly, his voice dry as if grinding sand, as if every word carried the weight and helplessness of time.

Back then, his battle with the previous Heavenly Abyss Saint Lord was truly earth-shattering and awe-inspiring, leaving both sides severely weakened.

Just when his life was hanging by a thread, the people of the Demon Sea came to his rescue, providing him with a place to heal and resources, allowing him to save his life.

"To repay a debt of gratitude, I must naturally protect the sea of ​​demons."

His tone was firm and resolute, as if this was a mission he could never change in his life.

His gaze slowly swept over the floating debris and broken traces of magic in the void. The scene was horrific, as if an apocalyptic catastrophe had just descended.

Every piece of debris, every broken trace of the law, bears witness to the cruelty and ruthlessness of this fierce battle.

Finally, his gaze fell back on Luo Qianchen's face, his eyes carrying the weight of the entire world, as if he wanted to see through Luo Qianchen.

"Your Holy Temple is powerful, but it is only by drawing strength from the Demonic Sect."

His words were like a thunderclap, exploding in everyone's ears.

It turns out that in the process of its development and expansion, the Holy Temple had borrowed some cultivation methods and concepts from the Demonic Sect and integrated them into its own system.

Although the Holy Temple has modified and purified the Demonic Sect, it is undeniable that the Holy Temple's power is inextricably linked to the Demonic Sect.