Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14107 This person is extremely dangerous

The air was deathly still, like solidified lead.

Lu Ning stood there all alone, her beautiful face showing a constantly shifting expression, her heart churning with indescribable complex emotions, like a jumbled mess of flavors.

Ling Xiao's choice completely and utterly exceeded all her expectations and understanding.

In her deeply ingrained impression, Ling Xiao was a shameless man with a thick skin, who was most used to being cunning and taking advantage of others. In order to obtain cultivation resources or achieve his goals, he could even put down his so-called strong persona without any psychological burden, and joke around and make jokes. He had the word "rogue" engraved in his bones. In her opinion, he had no commendable strong person spirit whatsoever.

However at this moment...

That resolute, unwavering figure, striding away into the darkness;
Those eyes, so cold they seemed to freeze the soul, devoid of any human emotion;

That dignity that they would rather forgo, even if it meant abandoning the readily available, top-tier cultivation resources of the demon sea that would make countless powerful beings envious, to uphold and never violate...

All of this was like an invisible hammer, shattering her existing cognitive barriers!

An unprecedentedly clear sensation, like a cold electric current instantly coursing through her entire body.

This man, whom she usually regarded as lazy and scoundrel, actually possessed a heart-stopping, volcanic arrogance and fierceness hidden deep within his seemingly cynical exterior!

It is a pride that originates from the deepest part of the soul, is engraved in the marrow, and cannot be desecrated or belittled in the slightest!
It is usually masked by laughter and scolding, but once the bottom line is crossed, the light it bursts out is so dazzling, so... terrifying!
Just then, Shadow Fiend, who had been silent like a statue beside him, suddenly uttered a few words in his unique, hoarse voice, like two pieces of rusty metal rubbing against each other, very slowly and clearly:

"This person is extremely dangerous."

Each word seemed to be squeezed out with difficulty from between his teeth, carrying a heavy weight.

Lü Ning suddenly turned his head to look at Ying Sha.

The silver mask remained cold, concealing all his expressions.

However, through the eye holes of the mask, Lu Ning keenly caught a very subtle, almost imperceptible fluctuation in those still deep eyes—a lingering fear that had not yet completely subsided!

Even this commander of the secret guards, who almost never showed his emotions, was shocked by the oppressive aura of the demon god's avatar and Ling Xiao's decisive killing!

Shadow Fiend's gaze seemed to pierce through the darkness of the corridor, landing in the direction where Ling Xiao had disappeared. He left behind a final sentence, his voice still hoarse, yet seemingly containing some ancient insight:

"When judging people, how can we only look at their superficial laughter, anger, and curses?"

Before he finished speaking, his dark figure swayed slightly, as if he had instantly lost all his physical presence, like ink dripping into a deep pool, silently and without warning merging into the omnipresent shadows around him, disappearing completely.

Only the lingering echo of those cold words and an even heavier silence remained, weighing heavily on Lü Ning's heart.

The deathly silence was broken by the mountain wind.

The howling wind whistled through the broken pillars and cracked black jade walls, stirring up fine dust and a few scattered fallen leaves, bringing a bone-chilling cold that rustled Lu Ning's thin dress.

She seemed oblivious, standing alone amidst the devastation, like a jade sculpture that had lost its soul.

The chill brought by the mountain wind was nothing compared to the icy coldness surging in her heart.

Ling Xiao's gaze, devoid of any warmth and seemingly capable of freezing everything, was etched deep into her mind like a brand.
The image of that aloof figure, turning resolutely and stepping into the depths of the demon sea without a backward glance, lingers in my mind, carrying a silent yet weighty rebuke and contempt.

Shadow's final, hoarse, low warning, like the friction of metal, "This person is extremely dangerous," and "How can one judge a person by their superficial laughter and curses?" echoed repeatedly in her heart, each word like a heavy stone, stirring up layers upon layers of chaotic ripples.

Complex emotions surged and churned within her like boiling magma:
Fear lingered like a cold snake, coiling around her limbs and bones.

The earth-shattering pressure of the demon god's avatar just now, the blood-stained "suppress" character on the Shadow Demon's forehead, the pure and extreme killing intent in Ling Xiao's eyes...

Every scene made her tremble with fear.

If it weren't for the other party's final, almost merciful "spare their lives," she and Shadow Fiend would probably have been reduced to dust by now!

Confusion, like a thick fog, enveloped her thoughts.

How could Ling Xiao, who was always joking around and would make a fool of himself for a little bit of resources, and who had no airs of a strong person, suddenly become so unfamiliar?

Where does that almost obsessive pride and fierce spirit hidden beneath the lazy exterior come from?

Where exactly is his bottom line in upholding dignity, which he would rather give up huge, readily available benefits?

Deep within this lingering fear and confusion, a faint sense of regret, like a tiny poisonous thorn, quietly pierced her heart.

Perhaps... my previous disrespect and verbal provocation really did touch some untouchable taboo?

Is the preconceived notion of regarding the other party as a complete scoundrel inherently a huge misjudgment and arrogance?
The mountain wind howled, ruffling her hair, but it couldn't dispel the heaviness in her heart.

For a long, long time, it was as if I wanted to inhale this complex and indescribable emotion, along with the cold air, deeply into my lungs, and then slowly exhale it.

In the end, she let out a very soft, almost inaudible sigh.

This sigh contained too many things that are difficult to express.

The exhaustion of surviving the ordeal, the bewilderment of having her perceptions overturned, and that little bit of self-reflection on her own behavior that even she herself was unwilling to delve into.

The sighs faded into the wind.

She didn't linger, as if she wanted to completely leave behind the mess behind her and everything that had just happened.

With a slight sway, a cold, clear light suddenly shone, like a comet streaking across the night sky. It instantly tore through the dust stirred up by the mountain wind and the silence of the night, shooting towards the deeper and more heavily guarded core area of ​​the Demon Sea at an extremely fast speed, and then disappeared.

All that remains is devastation and the mournful sound of the wind.

……

Ling Xiao's figure traversed the depths of the Demon Sea, like a blood-red meteor tearing through the night sky; no one dared to stop him, and no one could stop him.

Along the way, the disciples of the Demon Sea, whether patrolling guards or passing inner sect elites, all sensed the domineering and cold aura that had not yet been fully subdued, like a prehistoric beast. They were all horrified and avoided it as if it were a plague.

In a short while, the Seven Kings Mountain, which resembled seven giant swords thrust into the earth and pointing straight to the sky, exuding a chilling aura and ancient pressure, came into view.

The towering mountain cast a huge shadow in the dim light, and a gray-black mist that never dissipated permeated the mountains. Faintly, the howling of the wind and the low growls of unknown monsters could be heard.