Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14090 Slaying Yang Xiong

Peng Demon King's face was so gloomy it seemed like it could drip water, his gaze like an ice spike, carrying a bone-chilling coldness, piercing straight at Ling Xiao, his voice as cold as if it came from the deepest hell: "Hmph, you want to drag my master down with you? You don't even know if you're qualified!"

His words were full of threats and anger, as if he would tear Ling Xiao to pieces the moment he made the slightest move.

Ling Xiao, upon hearing this, seemed to have heard a hilarious joke. A slight smirk appeared on his lips as he laughed loudly, "Buried alive? Oh, that's a really harsh thing to say. Don't you guys think about it? You forced me here. If you hadn't done that, how could that guy have sensed my presence? This is clearly your doing, so why are you blaming me? I won't take the blame for this!"

He spread his hands, putting on an extremely innocent look, but a hint of cunning lurked in his eyes.

After saying that, Ling Xiao turned around and left without hesitation. His steps were light and quick, as if he was afraid that if he slowed down even a step, he would be caught by Peng Demon King and the others.

He muttered to himself, "I'm not stupid enough to die with my enemy. I would never do something so foolish. Anyway, that giant tortoise doesn't seem to have any brains. It attacks anyone it sees, regardless of whether they are friend or foe. Why don't I take this opportunity to slip away and wait for them to be exhausted? Maybe I can even profit from it."

Thinking of this, he quickened his pace.

Seeing Ling Xiao about to leave, Luo Qianchen grew anxious. He quickly looked at Yang Xiong beside him, his eyes filled with urgency and worry, and said, "Let's go too, lest we get caught in the crossfire. No matter what happens today, these people won't survive. That giant tortoise is no joke. Its enormous body could easily collapse a mountain with a single impact, let alone us. We should leave this dangerous place as soon as possible and save our lives."

Yang Xiong nodded slightly, glanced coldly at the young demon king, his eyes filled with provocation and disdain, and said, "Boy, the little demon king is being held captive in my mansion. If you have the guts, come and snatch him. But don't worry, even if you don't come, we'll still make a trip to the Great Town Dynasty. At that time, the Great Town Dynasty will surely suffer annihilation because of you, and you'll just have to wait and regret it!"

His tone made it seem as if the Great Town Dynasty was already his for the taking.

Immediately, he turned his gaze to Ling Xiao, a glint of greed and ruthlessness flashing in his eyes, and said, "And you, if you are lucky enough to survive this time, then prepare to face the furious revenge of our Tianyuan Holy Hall. Unless you leave behind the treasures you have, our Tianyuan Holy Hall will never let you go. We have plenty of ways to make you wish you were dead, so you should think carefully."

Ling Xiao sneered disdainfully.

Giving up the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword might be worth considering, since while the sword is powerful, it is not irreplaceable.

But giving up the World-Destroying Needle is absolutely impossible.

The benefits of this world-destroying demon needle are simply indescribable; it allows him to become stronger more easily on his cultivation path, and his strength increases rapidly.

If he were to give up the World-Destroying Demon Needle, it would be tantamount to giving up his long-cherished wish to unify the Xuan Realm and his ability to find his parents.

In this vast and mysterious world, with his parents missing, he can only rely on his own powerful strength to have a chance to find their whereabouts.

At the very least, on the land of Bai Ze Continent, he would need to rely on the World-Destroying Demon Needle to climb to the top and become one of the strongest in the world.

If you have such a powerful "cheat code" and don't use it, wouldn't you be a complete fool?
Stop daydreaming!

Ling Xiao's eyes widened, filled with determination and disdain, and his voice boomed like thunder, "What I have is something I risked my life to obtain, and I will never give it to anyone! That old bastard, the Great Town Saint Lord, was killed by me with a single sword strike just because he coveted this thing. Do you think you're any better than him? In my eyes, you're nothing but a bunch of clowns, and your final fate will be no different!"

Before he finished speaking, Ling Xiao's eyes sharpened, a cold smile appeared on his lips, and with a raised hand, the God-Slaying Sword shone brightly, like a lightning bolt piercing the darkness, carrying an incomparably fierce aura, and slashed fiercely towards Yang Xiong.

This sword strike contained Ling Xiao's boundless rage and immense power, as if it were meant to utterly shatter everything before him.

Upon seeing this, Yang Xiong's lips curled up slightly, revealing an extremely contemptuous smile, his eyes filled with disdain.

In his eyes, Ling Xiao was nothing more than an arrogant brat who was not worth fearing at all.

He didn't take Ling Xiao's attack seriously at all, and even stood still, as if waiting to see Ling Xiao make a fool of himself.

Luo Qianchen stood to the side, arms crossed, eyes cold, showing no intention of stopping them.

She thought to herself that Ling Xiao was nothing but a clown, the weakest among the group, so how powerful could his attacks be?
It wasn't worth her intervening.

Everyone present looked at Ling Xiao with a mocking gaze. In their eyes, Ling Xiao was the weakest among them and could not possibly pose any threat to Yang Xiong.

They could almost picture Ling Xiao being easily defeated by Yang Xiong, looking utterly pathetic.

However, the next moment, something unexpected happened.

With a "plop," blood gushed out like a fountain, its spurt particularly glaring in the sunlight.

Yang Xiong's body was severed in half by Ling Xiao's sword, and blood gushed out, staining the ground red.

His soul fled hastily from his broken body in terror, like a startled rabbit.

Yang Xiong was so frightened that his face turned deathly pale, his legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

He quickly hid behind Luo Qianchen like a frightened bird, his body trembling uncontrollably as he stared in horror at the scene before him, hardly believing it was real.

His mind was in chaos, filled with doubt and fear: How could this be? He had easily blocked Ling Xiao and Green Spirit's combined attacks before, how could this be...?

This time, however, when he finally realized the danger and tried to raise his hand to stop it, it was too late.

Ling Xiao's sword strike was extremely fast and powerful, flashing like lightning and instantly destroying his body.

He felt as if his body had been hit hard by a mountain, the pain was unbearable, and his life force was rapidly fading away.

Both Ling Xiao himself and the God-Slaying Sword in his hand seem to be much stronger than before.

The magnitude of that improvement was absolutely astonishing.

That's not just an improvement of one level, it's several levels higher!
It's like a tiny, weak ant that suddenly transforms into a ferocious beast, inspiring awe and fear.