Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14160 Where is Ling Xiao!

Immediately afterwards, a look of solemnity and apprehension crept onto the middle-aged man's face like a dark cloud, dispelling his previous greed and smugness.

In the Tianyuan Dynasty, and even in the mysterious and powerful Silent Realm, the term "Unknown Realm" is like the most brilliant yet most dangerous star in the night sky, representing a level of power that is unpredictable and difficult to define!

It was a powerful realm that transcended conventional understanding and worldly imagination.

Those who reach this level can change the world with a mere gesture. Their power is like a black hole in the vast universe, profound and terrifying, making it impossible for anyone to fathom its full extent.

The entire Silent Realm is a vast and boundless land, teeming with countless living beings. However, the number of powerful individuals who can reach this level is extremely limited. Each one is a true giant standing at the pinnacle, an existence that inspires awe and reverence in countless people.

Silence weighed heavily on everyone's hearts like a boulder.

After a moment, the middle-aged man asked in a deep, hoarse voice, as if squeezed from the depths of his throat: "Do you know the other party's identity?"

His gaze was fixed on the mysterious man beside him, his eyes filled with anticipation and nervousness.

The mysterious man shook his head slightly, and the cloak on his head swayed gently, making a rustling sound.

His voice remained low and hoarse, like the voice of a ghost coming from the ground: "The traces are blurred and difficult to trace. All we know is that they are demonic cultivators, and... it seems that more than one of them has left their footprints here."

There was a hint of helplessness and wariness in that voice.

The middle-aged man's brows were furrowed, like two steep mountain peaks, and several deep wrinkles gradually appeared on his forehead.

A hint of confusion flashed in his eyes as he muttered to himself, "How could such a being descend upon such a 'barbaric' land?"

In his mind, top-tier powerhouses like those in the "Unknown Realm" should live in those top-tier regions that are rich in spiritual energy, abundant in resources, and prosperous, rather than in this remote, backward place that they consider "barbaric".

His vigilance increased dramatically, like a sharp cheetah sensing a potentially huge danger.

But when he thought of the mission he was on and the abundant spiritual energy that seemed to overflow from this continent, his greedy desires grew wildly in his heart like weeds, and soon overwhelmed his doubts.

"That's enough." He waved his hand, the movement crisp and decisive, as if dispelling the gloom in his heart.

His eyes sharpened again, like two gleaming swords, flashing with cold light. "Be careful. The primary objective of this trip is that treasure, and secondly... it's to assess the value of this world and seize the greatest benefit for my Tianyuan Dynasty!"

His voice was full of determination and resolve, as if he had cast all his worries aside.

The mysterious figure on the right gave a timely reminder, his voice echoing in the silent air like the hooting of an owl: "Your Excellency, the last point where the treasure's aura disappeared points to that human city called 'Overlord City'."

His finger pointed into the distance. Although his face could not be seen, one could sense the solemnity in his words.

The middle-aged man nodded, his gaze shooting like a sharp arrow into the distance, as if trying to pierce through the layers of mist and see the mysterious "Overlord City".

"Then let's go to Batian City!" His voice, booming like a bell, echoed through the air.

Before the words were even finished, the three figures blurred instantly, as if they had merged into the void.

Immediately afterwards, a gentle breeze blew by, and their figures disappeared completely, leaving only a silent atmosphere and the tense atmosphere that permeated the surroundings.

The next moment, the once calm and boundless sky above Batian City suddenly began to ripple with strange waves.

The ripples spread rapidly, like waves stirred up by a boulder thrown into a lake, visible to the naked eye.

Immediately afterwards, space distorted slightly, as if being kneaded by an invisible hand, and three figures suddenly appeared like ghosts.

The three men looked down at the bustling city below as if they were gods looking down on ants.

The middle-aged man at the head of the group was none other than Xiao Mo, the special envoy of the Tianyuan Holy Temple.

He stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his face was cold and stern, and his deep eyes flashed with a sharp light, as if they could see through all the illusions of the world.

At this moment, he unleashed his terrifying, boundless aura without any concealment!
That oppressive aura, like a surging black tide, with a world-destroying force, surged wildly from Xiao Mo's body, instantly filling the entire sky above Batian City.

Boom! It was as if a deafening roar exploded in people's hearts. An invisible pressure, like a towering mountain, crashed down with an irresistible force, instantly enveloping the entire Batian City!
In an instant, the city's hustle and bustle ceased abruptly, as if extinguished by an invisible hand.

On the street, countless martial artists and ordinary people felt an immense pressure bearing down on them, as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on them, making it difficult for them to breathe and causing their minds to tremble violently.

Their faces turned deathly pale instantly, their eyes filled with terror and despair, as if the end of the world had come.

Those with weaker cultivation levels collapsed to the ground, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, their faces filled with terror, and they let out desperate screams.

"Where is Ling Xiao?"

Xiao Mo's icy voice, like a thunderclap from the heavens, rolled down with boundless majesty and fury.

The sound seemed to possess a magical power, clearly reaching every corner of the city. Whether it was a wealthy merchant hiding in a grand mansion or a beggar lurking in a dark corner, everyone could hear it clearly.

The voice carried an unquestionable authority and a commanding tone, as if the entire Batian City would face annihilation if Ling Xiao did not appear.

The city of Batian was deathly silent, as if time itself had frozen at that moment.

Everyone looked up in terror at the three figures in the sky, not daring to breathe, for fear of accidentally bringing disaster upon themselves.

In this suffocating atmosphere, a figure as aloof as the moon, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, soared into the sky from the direction of the city lord's mansion.

The figure was light and graceful, with an extraordinary and refined air, hovering steadily a hundred feet in front of Xiao Mo and the other two.

The person who arrived was none other than Ling Bi.

She was dressed in pure white, shimmering with a holy light under the sunlight, like a fairy descended to earth.

Her appearance was exquisitely beautiful, with eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes like autumn water, nose like jade, and lips like cherries; every feature was flawlessly beautiful.

Even when faced with overwhelming pressure, her expression remained calm and composed, without the slightest fear or panic. However, deep within her autumn-water-like eyes lay an unyielding icy chill, as if capable of freezing all the coldness in the world.

She parted her lips slightly, about to question them, wanting to find out who these three people were and why they were putting pressure on Batian City for no reason.