Batian Martial Soul

Xiao Mo's words were full of contempt for Ling Xiao, as if Ling Xiao's attack was nothing more than an insignificant game to him.

Ling Xiao took a deep breath, the energy surging within him like a turbulent wave.

His face showed a solemn expression, a solemnity like the oppressive calm before a storm, making it hard to breathe: "Your Excellency, be careful! If I strike with this sword... you might die!"

I'm really not kidding!

"Hahaha! Die?"

Xiao Mo seemed to have heard the most absurd joke in the world. He became completely wild, laughing wildly, and the laughter made the surrounding air tremble slightly.

He glared at Ling Xiao with disdain, his eyes full of mockery, "You?"

And what about your broken sword?

Come! I'd like to see how you're going to kill me!
"I'd like to see what kind of trouble you can cause, you arrogant brat!"

"Alright! Sorry to offend you!"

Ling Xiao's expression was cold and stern as he replied in a deep voice, which sounded as if it came from an ice cellar, carrying a resolute chill.

Before he finished speaking, he pushed off the ground with both feet and shot up like an arrow.

His body and the longsword in his hand seemed to merge into one, transforming into a dazzling sword light that shot straight towards Xiao Mo like a meteor!

The speed was so fast that it seemed to tear through space, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound.

With Ling Xiao's full power, the long sword in his hand, carrying an indomitable momentum, slashed down fiercely towards Xiao Mo's head like Mount Tai pressing down!
Before the sword even arrived, its sharp sword energy was already cutting through the surrounding air as if it were a tangible substance, making a hissing sound.

Xiao Mo's contempt deepened, his gaze as if he were watching a clown put on a show.

His raised right arm remained motionless, maintaining that relaxed and carefree posture, ready to use his palm, covered in a faint mysterious light, to crush the sword light that he considered "ridiculous."

He could even picture in his mind the other person's sword shattering and their face filled with despair, and a smug smile crept onto his lips.

however!
Just as Ling Xiao's sword was about a foot away from Xiao Mo's head!

A sudden change occurred!

The longsword that seemed ordinary to everyone else had its glowing light shatter instantly, like a fragile eggshell!

Countless tiny rays of light fell like snowflakes, shimmering with an unusual brilliance under the sunlight.

And a profound darkness hidden at the core of the sword light suddenly erupted!
The darkness was like a black hole in the universe, swallowing all the light around it, which made people feel fear.

Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword!
This forbidden sword, which contains the true meaning of annihilation and judgment and has caused countless powerful figures to bleed, has finally revealed its ferocious fangs!
The terrifying sword energy spread outwards like a surging tide. Before it even reached his body, the purest and most destructive aura pressed down on Xiao Mo as if it were a physical entity, freezing his soul!
He felt as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe, and his legs began to tremble slightly involuntarily.

"What?! No—!!!"

The arrogant laughter that had been on Xiao Mo's face was instantly covered by ice and snow, completely replaced by boundless horror and fear.

Before the smile could completely fade, it twisted into a look of extreme terror.

His pupils instantly shrank to the size of pinpoints, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world. Every hair on his body stood on end like the quills of a hedgehog, each one exuding deep fear.

The deadly warning was like a sudden storm, with millions of steel needles piercing his mind, causing him a splitting headache and almost halting his thinking.

The vast, ocean-like divine power within him instinctively wanted to erupt wildly, forming an indestructible protective aura on his body to resist this sudden, fatal attack.

His right arm instinctively tried to raise quickly to block, the movement was so fast that it almost pushed him to his limit, but it was all too late.

Ling Xiao's sword strike was like a meticulously planned conspiracy, targeting Xiao Mo's momentary arrogance and contempt.

His timing in switching swords was incredibly precise, like a hunter who had been lurking in the darkness for a long time, launching a fatal blow at the most crucial moment.

The speed was so fast that it exceeded Xiao Mo's reaction limit, like a lightning bolt streaking across the night sky, leaving no time for anyone to make any effective response.

puff--!
There was no earth-shattering noise, no deafening roar.

Only a soft, teeth-grinding sound, like a hot knife slicing through butter, quietly rang out in the silent air.

The voice, though soft, was like the whisper of death, sending chills down one's spine.

The dark-colored Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword, like a black dragon, carried boundless destructive power and sliced ​​through Xiao Mo's raised right arm without any hindrance.

The right arm, beneath the sword's edge, was like a thin sheet of paper, instantly cleaved in two, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

Immediately afterwards, the sword did not pause at all, continuing to cleave his head with unstoppable force.

The head, like a ripe watermelon, exploded instantly upon impact with the sword, splattering brain matter and blood everywhere.

Finally, the sword cleaved through his torso. His strong body was as fragile as rotten wood before the sword, and was easily split in two.

Boom! ! !

Xiao Mo's powerful Emperor-level physique, capable of withstanding the impact of stars, was as fragile as a sheet of paper under the unparalleled sharpness of the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword.

In an instant, his body exploded like a lit powder keg.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, raining down on the ground like a storm; bones and tendons were pulverized, and a pungent smell of blood filled the air.

Only a blurry, illusory ghostly figure remained, its face blank and filled with endless fear.

The phantom soul seemed still reeling from the sudden disaster, its eyes filled with despair and disbelief.

He was immobilized in place by the terrifying dark sword energy remaining after being struck down by the Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword.

The sword energy was like an invisible chain, binding his very soul. Every strand of it exuded a chilling killing intent, severing all his chances of escape and resistance, leaving him only to await his fate in endless fear.

One sword!
Just one sword!
Xiao Mo, the high-ranking special envoy from the Tianyuan Dynasty, has his physical body destroyed and his soul imprisoned!

As if an invisible hand had pressed the mute button, a deathly silence spread rapidly like a tide, enveloping the entire world.

All sounds around disappeared, even the rustling of leaves in the breeze and the babbling of the mountain stream in the distance seemed to be swallowed up by the silence.

Only the chilling, dark light of the Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword remained, flickering uncertainly in Ling Xiao's hand, like a black dragon awakening from its slumber, exuding a dangerous and mysterious aura. (End of Chapter)