Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14083 You've Been Targeted

Yun Wuji knew that even if the young demon king could eliminate Luo Qianchen, it would be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, and he would not be able to change the final outcome.

Instead of this, let's stop this pointless struggle and find a more peaceful solution.

Above Luo Qianchen's head, the phantom of the "Sword of Eternal Calamity," symbolizing end and destruction, did not dissipate with the conversation.
The holy flames continued to surge violently across the sword, roaring like an angry dragon and radiating a terrifying aura that chilled the heart.

Upon hearing this, he let out a chilling laugh, a laugh like an icy blade in the dead of winter, piercing straight into one's heart:

"Old man, you see things quite clearly."

This sea of ​​demons is ferocious and savage, taking pleasure in slaughtering all races since its birth. Wherever it goes, lives are lost and rivers of blood flow. Its crimes are countless and it truly deserves to die a thousand deaths!

His eyes shone with a holy light that seemed to penetrate all darkness and falsehood, sweeping over the terrified and pale-faced experts in the distance.

His voice was like thunder rolling across a shattered starry sky, carrying an undeniable majesty and awe:
"Our Holy Church swears that from this day forward, even if absolute fairness cannot be achieved immediately—for absolute justice is rare in this world—our Holy Church will do everything in its power to create an unprecedented situation!"

May every corner of this world, every heart that yearns for the Dao and refuses to remain silent, harboring a desire to pursue the Great Dao, regardless of their birth (poor or rich), regardless of their race (human, demon, or monster), as long as their Dao is as firm as a rock and their will as resilient as a reed, have the opportunity to touch the gate to that supreme realm!

What people lack is never talent, endowment, or hard work.
They practiced diligently day and night, overcoming countless hardships and obstacles, all for the sake of one day reaching the summit.

However, the world today is bound by an invisible shackle.

What all living beings lack is that crack that can open the door to the highest realm!
And my sanctuary will be the vanguard that breaks the shackles and opens the cracks!

"You talk a good game but you sing a good game!"

In the distance, a voice carrying a hint of irritation and resentment suddenly rang out, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, breaking the already tense atmosphere on the battlefield.

It was Ling Xiao, who possessed extraordinary treasures and was coveted by various forces.

He looked somewhat disheveled, his clothes torn to shreds by the aftershocks of the battle, and a trace of blood still lingered at the corner of his mouth.

He forcefully wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and shouted:

“You big shots keep saying you care about all races and that you want to give all living beings a fair chance.”

But what happened? They kept targeting me, this weakling!

I merely obtained a rare treasure by chance, and suddenly I've become a coveted prize in your eyes, with various factions wanting to devour me alive.

"If you're going to brag, at least make it realistic! Stop with all this empty, grandiose nonsense!"

What talk of working for the well-being of all people? I think you just want to satisfy your own selfish desires and consolidate your own power!

These words instantly created a strange atmosphere on the battlefield.

The powerful figures from all sides, who were still immersed in Luo Qianchen's impassioned words, were stunned at this moment.

Many powerful figures twitched at the corners of their mouths, their gazes towards Ling Xiao complex and unfathomable.

Some looked embarrassed, as if Ling Xiao had hit a nerve; others showed disdain, thinking that Ling Xiao was just making excuses; still others fell into deep thought, beginning to reflect on whether the so-called fairness and justice in this world are really as simple as they seem.

For a moment, an eerie silence fell over the battlefield.

Yang Xiong, the man in white, stood tall and straight like a pine tree, exuding a cold and murderous aura.

He stood there like an insurmountable iceberg, inspiring awe and fear.

At this moment, his icy gaze was like a tangible blade, carrying a sharp killing intent, piercing straight towards Ling Xiao, as if he wanted to pierce through Ling Xiao's body and soul.

"Ling Xiao, you're jumping around like a flea that doesn't know its own mortality. Do you really think your broken sword can protect you for a lifetime?"

Your so-called 'good days' are probably coming to an end soon!

Yang Xiong's voice was icy cold, like a chilling wind from the deepest hell, sending shivers down one's spine.

Ling Xiao smiled slightly, a smile that carried a hint of cynicism and stubbornness.

He crossed his arms, raised an eyebrow, and said:
"I've never had a good life. Every day I'm either running for my life or being chased. How can this ever end?"

Besides, who the hell relied on that broken sword? Your one sentence has erased all my hard work and effort over the years.

Lao Tzu relied on his own abilities and wisdom to get where he was, not on some broken sword.

But what do you mean?

Stop making things complicated.

"What do you mean?"

Yang Xiong's lips curled up slightly, revealing a mocking smile, a smile full of disdain and contempt.

"You must possess a treasure even more terrifying than the Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword, right? Do you think no one else knows?"

"You think only the Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary has its eye on you?"

The aura of that thing, like a beacon in the darkness, had already attracted beings you could never have imagined.

Those beings, with a single move, could reduce you to ashes.

Good fortune and misfortune are intertwined; you truly don't understand. There are no free lunches in this world. If you obtain that treasure, you must also bear the calamities it brings.

Ling Xiao's body stiffened abruptly, as if struck by an invisible lightning bolt, and his face instantly turned pale.

A flicker of panic and wariness crossed his eyes. He subconsciously touched his stomach, thinking to himself: What does this kid mean? Does he already know that I possess the World-Destroying Demon Needle?
The World-Destroying Needle is his biggest secret. Once it is revealed, it will inevitably bring endless trouble and death.

However, he was not surprised by Yang Xiong's statement.

In this world, treasures hold unparalleled opportunities, but also harbor immense calamities.

Like a double-edged sword, wielding it is like carrying firewood on a cold night; it can bring warmth, giving one strength and hope in adversity. However, it can also easily burn one, attracting the covetousness and plunder of others, bringing utter destruction.

Ling Xiao understood this principle well, but he never regretted possessing the World-Destroying Demon Needle, because it was his only chance to change his fate.

But now, it seems that the secret has been discovered, and he has to be even more careful.

After all, Ling Xiao is no longer the naive and ignorant child he once was.

Over the years, he has struggled through the storms of the martial world, experiencing countless life-or-death crises and witnessing too much bloodshed caused by treasures.

Therefore, he was very aware of the dangers that the treasure brought. It was not only the covetousness and robbery of others, but also the possibility of attracting some terrifying beings with unfathomable strength hiding in the shadows.

Once you're targeted by those people, it's like being a lamb being eyed by wolves; there's almost no chance of escape.

At that moment, a chill slowly rose from his spine, like a cold snake winding up his back, making him shiver involuntarily.