Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14080 The Gravedigger Battles the Xuan Tian Empress
"And you, in the end, will not escape the same fate."

Yun Wuji's words carried a sense of destiny.

He seemed to see the future of the sanctuary, an end filled with decay and destruction.

Just as everything in the world has its cycles of rise and fall, the Holy Temple cannot remain powerful forever.

One day, it will decline due to internal contradictions and external pressures, and eventually be submerged in the long river of history.

Yang Xiong, the man in white, stood tall and straight like a pine tree. His white robes fluttered in the fierce wind that shattered the void, making him appear like an immortal descending to earth, yet exuding endless coldness.

He suddenly let out a low, cold laugh, a laugh that seemed to come from the deepest hell, carrying a bone-chilling cold that shook the already shattered void.

In the distance, several dying mountain remnants swayed precariously like candles in the wind, impacted by the laughter.

The laughter was like a pair of invisible hands, mercilessly tearing apart their already fragile bodies. In the end, these mountain remnants completely turned to ashes and dissipated in the cold void, leaving only a desolate and lifeless place.

"destiny?"

Yang Xiong suddenly raised his hand, pointing directly at the faint bronze lamp in Yun Wuji's hand.

That ancient lamp, with its eerie blue flame, swayed precariously in the gale, as if it might go out at any moment, yet it stubbornly burned on.

"Old man, you were an enemy of the Holy Temple in the past. Since you're still alive, you should be hiding in that dark corner, trembling like a rat. How dare you come out so brazenly!"

Take your pitiful little flame and go with this so-called teenage demon king...

His eyes blazed with holy light, the light like two all-consuming vortexes, containing boundless majesty and terrifying power.

Every word he uttered carried a resolute killing intent capable of annihilating countless worlds, like a judgment from the depths of the universe, a thunderous pronouncement:
"Return to eternal silence!"

These four words struck the hearts of everyone like a heavy hammer, causing the entire battlefield to tremble.

Yun Wuji stood there quietly, his hunched figure appearing even thinner in the gale, yet exuding an unshakable determination.

He slowly raised his cloudy eyes, which seemed to hold the secrets of the entire universe, as well as endless vicissitudes and weariness.

The dim blue light cast flickering shadows on his gaunt face, making him appear even more mysterious and profound.

"Now that things have come to this,"

His hoarse voice, like grains of sand rubbing against a bronze lamp, broke the suffocating silence.

"Let's... have a fight first?"

This simple sentence conveys a fearless courage and resolute spirit, as if he would not back down no matter what lies ahead, whether it be a mountain of knives, a sea of ​​fire, or an abyss.

The cold smile on Luo Qianchen's lips suddenly solidified, his smile like ice frozen for a thousand years, radiating a chilling killing intent, turning into a wisp of coldness that froze the void.

His figure was as straight as a sword, and his eyes shone with a sharp edge.
"Right on my mind!"

Before he finished speaking, the longsword in his hand had already vanished!

It's not that it's truly disappearing, but rather that it's almost gone!
It was so fast that its trajectory could not be captured by the naked eye; it seemed to transcend the limitations of time and space.

A terrifying sword shadow, wreathed in destructive white holy flames, appeared before Yun Wuji's hunched figure in an instant, like the fangs of a ferocious beast tearing apart the universe. It carried an aura of world destruction and ignored the distance in space.
Wherever the sword shadow passed, space was torn open with black cracks, as if the wounds of the universe were groaning in pain.

Wherever the sword's edge pointed, the rocks and dust along its path were silently annihilated, and even the shattered fragments of laws were forcibly evaporated, leaving only emptiness and deathly silence.

That terrifying power made everyone who saw it tremble with fear, as if they too would be completely destroyed by that sword shadow in the next moment.

Yun Wuji's hunched figure stood motionless in the gale, like an old pine tree weathered by time, as if the earth-shattering changes in the outside world had nothing to do with him.

He simply held the mottled bronze lamp quietly. The lamp, weathered by time, was covered with dense patterns and rust, as if telling countless stories of the past.

With utmost naturalness, he gently pushed the ancient lamp forward, his movements slow and steady, without the slightest hint of haste or panic.

Inside the lamp, the tiny, pale blue flame, the size of a soybean, seemed so weak it might extinguish at any moment, like a fragile star containing endless mysteries.

Suddenly, the eerie blue flame leaped up, like a giant beast that had been sleeping for thousands of years suddenly awakening, unleashing astonishing power.

boom! ! !
An indescribable surge of terrifying energy, like a giant axe splitting the heavens and earth, collided with a devastating force!
This energy was not an ordinary fluctuation of spiritual power, but contained a mysterious power that transcended the laws of the world, as if it came from the chaotic power at the beginning of the universe.

There was no piercing explosion, because the sharpness of the sound had exceeded the limits of human hearing; there was only a dull thud, powerful enough to shatter the soul and make even the Great Dao cry out in despair!

The deafening roar was like countless thunderclaps exploding deep within the soul, making everyone who heard it feel as if their soul was being torn apart.

The invisible shockwaves spread wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye, like ripples spreading on a calm lake after a boulder is thrown in, but these ripples contained the power to destroy everything.

Wherever it passed, the void collapsed inch by inch, and the originally stable spatial structure shattered into countless pieces like fragile glass in an instant.

It transformed into the most primordial chaotic turbulence, which contained endless violent energy, like angry demons roaring wantonly.

In the center of the battlefield, chaos reigned.

Whether it was the ferocious and powerful demons of the Demon Sea, who were usually domineering and arrogant, exuding a chilling demonic aura, they were as fragile as ants at this moment.

The remaining followers of Yang Xiong, the man in white, had originally thought that following Yang Xiong would lead to victory in this battle, but they never expected to encounter such a terrifying attack.

Even the group whose souls were almost completely destroyed were on the verge of collapse under the impact, as if they would disappear into the world at any moment.

And Ling Xiao, who was in a relatively safe position and wanted to observe the situation of the battle, was also affected by the shock wave.

All existence is like a withered leaf in a hurricane, helplessly swept away by this overwhelming force!
Their bodies tumbled uncontrollably in the air, their faces filled with terror and despair.

In the blink of an eye, they were thrown tens of thousands of feet away from the center of the battlefield!

When they finally stopped, they were all in a sorry state. Some were covered in wounds and bleeding profusely; others were weak and listless, as if their life force was about to be extinguished.