Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14097 Could he really be dead?
"As long as they can put aside their past and sincerely pledge allegiance to me, Emperor Lingxiao, and contribute to the glory of my Batian Empire, then they will be my honored guests and pillars of the future of my Batian Empire!"

Ling Xiao's gaze swept over the crowd before him, his voice booming like a bell, carrying an undeniable authority and domineering presence.

A profound tremor flashed across Green Spirit's eyes, a tremor like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples.

She paused for a moment, then quickly recovered, knelt on one knee, bowed deeply, and said in a voice filled with unwavering loyalty: "I will obey Your Majesty's command! I, Green Spirit, will do my utmost to recruit talented individuals for Your Majesty and live up to Your Majesty's trust!"

Her voice was strong and resonant, echoing in the air, demonstrating her absolute obedience to Ling Xiao.

……

Deep within the Imperial Palace of Batian City.

Upon his return, Ling Xiao still carried the weariness and murderous aura of battle, yet without the slightest pause, he immediately summoned the important officials in the palace with thunderous force.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the imperial palace was heavy and tense. The ministers had different expressions, some looking expectant, and others secretly speculating.

Ling Xiao sat high on the imperial throne, his gaze as sharp as a hawk's as he surveyed the crowd below. The sounds of their discussion were like the clanging of metal, powerful and resonant, shaking the magnificent palace as if to fill every inch of the space.

After some discussion, Ling Xiao suddenly stood up, put his hands behind his back, stood tall and straight like a pine tree, and gave the order: "Attack the Demon Sea!"

The sound was like a thunderclap, echoing in the hall and making the eardrums of the officials ache.

The Demon Sea was originally a force to be reckoned with, but now it has lost its two top powerhouses, the young Demon King and the young Demon King, and has also lost many top experts. Its internal morale is low and its people are in a state of panic. It is no match for the powerful and invincible Batian City.

Under Ji Mingkong's leadership, Ling Bi, Meng Haoqing, Xiao Lianzhu and other generals assisted in leading the army into battle.

Each of them possessed unique skills and was full of fighting spirit. Like tigers descending the mountain, they launched a fierce attack on the sea of ​​demons.

On the battlefield, swords clashed, battle cries shook the heavens, and blood stained the earth red.

Ling Bi, wielding a long sword, moved with agility, like a bolt of lightning, darting through the enemy ranks, leaving enemies to fall wherever she went; Meng Haoqing, with immense strength, wielded a giant battle axe, each strike creating a gust of wind and smashing enemies to pieces; Xiao Lianzhu, with exceptional wisdom, skillfully arranged tactics, directing the army to attack in an orderly manner.

In just a few days, they had already driven the Demon Sea into a series of defeats, advancing with unstoppable momentum and driving the Demon Sea out of the Great Town Dynasty.

From then on, the Great Town Dynasty was officially renamed the Overlord Dynasty, and all its lands were incorporated into the Overlord Empire. Lingxiao's hegemony took another solid step forward.

Ling Xiao, however, did not participate in this battle.

It turned out that he had exhausted a great deal of energy and spiritual power in order to seal that damned spatial passage, and was seriously injured.

At this moment, he was lying quietly in bed, receiving treatment.

Ling Xiao was placed in a quiet room filled with a strong medicinal fragrance.

Inside the quiet room, the aroma of herbs wafted through the air, their unique scents blending together to create a tranquil atmosphere.

The one in charge of the treatment was Lian Yue from the Hundred Flowers Sect, who was known for her silence and madness.

Lian Yue was dressed in a white dress, her face was aloof, and her eyes revealed a focus and persistence.

She stood quietly by Ling Xiao's bedside, carefully examining his injuries, occasionally taking out some herbs to prepare a prescription.

Shangguan Yue, like a curious cat, kept circling around the bed.

She stared with her large, watery eyes, glancing between Ling Xiao's pale face and Lian Yue's busy figure, muttering to herself, "How did His Majesty get so badly injured? Sister Lian Yue, when will His Majesty recover..."

They looked so adorable, adding a touch of liveliness to the otherwise somewhat somber and quiet room.

"Hey, senior sister,"

Shangguan Yue gently walked to Lian Yue's side, stretched out her fair fingers, and carefully poked Lian Yue's robe sleeve, which was covered with medicine stains.

The mottled medicine stains on the sleeves of her robe resembled an abstract painting, recording the hardships Lian Yue had endured in her efforts to save Ling Xiao.

She tilted her head slightly, a hint of worry and playfulness in her eyes, and said in a low voice, "He... he's not really dead, is he?"

After saying that, she quickly turned her gaze to Ling Xiao lying on the bed, staring at his pale, ashen face. Her brows furrowed tightly, and she muttered to herself, "He looks like a wild beast that has been drained of its blood... How did such a majestic person become like this?"

Lian Yue was concentrating on preparing the medicine. Her bloodshot eyes rolled blankly for a moment, her gaze filled with exhaustion and focus, as if everything around her was irrelevant to her. She ignored Shangguan Yue's grumbling.

She held various herbs in her hands, carefully weighing them and placing them one by one into the medicine pot, her movements skilled and steady.

Just then, as if by fate, Ling Xiao's fingers, which had been as still as death, twitched almost imperceptibly!
That subtle movement, in the quiet room, was like a thunderclap, instantly attracting Shangguan Yue's attention.

"Move, move!"

Shangguan Yue jumped up excitedly, as if she had discovered a new continent.

She rushed over to Ling Xiao's ear, her voice rising instantly with a mischievous glee: "Ling Xiao! My tool! Wake up! Wake up now! If you don't wake up, I'll give your pants away!"

The sound echoed in the quiet room, carrying a hint of mischief and willfulness.

Upon hearing the noisy noise, Ling Xiao's eyelashes trembled with difficulty, as if making a final struggle against heavy sleepiness and pain.

Finally, he slowly opened a crack, revealing his exhaustion and helplessness.

His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping, as he struggled to utter two words: "...noisy."

Although the voice was faint, it carried an undeniable authority.

Shangguan Yue pouted, originally wanting to say something more and continue teasing Ling Xiao.

However, Lian Yue's withered, jade-like hand was already on her shoulder, the force of which was irresistible, as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on her.

Shangguan Yue shrank back, sensing Lian Yue's firm attitude, and finally obediently shut her mouth, following Lian Yue out.

As they left, the door to the quiet room slowly closed, and it fell into complete silence, leaving only the faint scent of medicine lingering in the air.

Ling Xiao propped himself up and sat up on the cold jade pillow.

The jade pillow exuded a chill that seeped through his back, causing him to shiver involuntarily.