Batian Martial Soul

The light flickered and dimmed, each flicker seemingly piercing the soul and sending chills down one's spine.

And the silent, extreme fear emanating from Xiao Mo's illusory soul permeated the air as if it were a tangible presence, making it hard to breathe.

Xiao Mo's illusory and blurry soul suddenly froze, as if struck by an invisible lightning bolt, his entire body instantly stiffening.

Immediately afterwards, his soul twisted and trembled violently, like the sea surface raging in a storm, turbulent and restless.

He let out a silent yet piercing shriek that seemed to tear through space. Although the shriek had no actual sound, it carried a powerful soul-shaking force that made the surrounding air tremble.

His face, contorted with extreme horror and rage, stared intently at Ling Xiao, his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness, as if he wanted to devour Ling Xiao alive.

The soul fluctuations transmitted a hysterical roar: "You little bastard! You...you cheated! Utterly shameless!! You must have used some underhanded means to make this broken sword so powerful, this is not a normal competition at all!!"

Ling Xiao looked "astonished," his expression like that of a wronged child, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly open, filled with disbelief.

He shrugged, the movement natural yet exaggerated, his expression utterly innocent, as if he were truly the most wronged person in the world: "Cheating? Senior, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want!"

This junior is formally and openly asking you to accept the sword!
From the very beginning, I followed the rules without transgressing them in the slightest.

You yourself said you'd stand still and let me chop you up; these big guys are all watching!

As he spoke, he even pointed seriously to Ling Bi, who was equally stunned and speechless beside him.

Ling Bi's eyes were wide open like copper bells, her mouth was half open, and her expression was still frozen in the shocking scene just now, as if she had been frozen in place.

Ling Xiao then pointed to the cultivators watching in the distance. The cultivators were also shocked and whispering among themselves, their eyes filled with disbelief at what had just happened.

Xiao Mo's soul trembled violently, like a candle flame in a raging storm, about to completely dissipate at any moment.

His soul's light flickered, like a candle in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

His mind was fixed on the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword in Ling Xiao's hand, which emitted an ominous, dark light. His eyes were filled with fear and doubt: "What kind of ghost sword is that?!"

That was no ordinary sword!

I have roamed the martial world for many years and have seen countless divine weapons, but I have never seen such a strange and powerful sword.

The aura emanating from it made my soul tremble. This is definitely not an ordinary item. Where did you get it from?!

Ling Xiao's lips curled into a playful smile, a smile that carried a hint of mockery and unruliness, as if everything in the world was nothing more than a toy to be manipulated at will.

His slender fingers lightly flicked the cold blade of the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, the movement light and elegant, like playing a beautiful melody.

A soft "clang" rang out crisply in the silent space, like a death knell from the deepest hell, or the whisper of a demon, sending a chill down one's spine.

"It? It's called the 'Demon Lord Black Sky Sword'."

Ling Xiao said slowly, a sly glint in his eyes, "The name sounds pretty intimidating, doesn't it?"

This sword has quite a history; it's specifically designed to... well, to slay those arrogant, ignorant fools.

He spoke casually, as if introducing an ordinary toy, with a faint smile always playing on his lips, completely unconcerned about the terrifying situation before him.

"The Demon Lord Black Sky Sword... Excellent! What a fine Demon Lord Black Sky Sword!"

Xiao Mo's soul fluctuated violently, revealing extreme resentment, which was like a tangible flame, as if it would burn everything around it to ashes.

At the same time, his soul fluctuations were mixed with a trace of barely perceptible fear, like a faint candlelight hidden in the darkness, which could be extinguished by a gale at any moment.

But his arrogance as the Xuanhuang Special Envoy was still stubbornly maintained. That arrogance was like a solid fortress deep in his soul, which refused to collapse easily even after suffering heavy blows.

"You think... destroying my physical body and trapping my remnant soul will guarantee your victory?!"

Even if you are just a wisp of a soul, I will crush you as easily as crushing a bug!
Break it—!!!

Accompanied by this frantic roar of will, Xiao Mo's illusory soul suddenly erupted with a dazzling, mysterious yellow light!
The light was as dazzling as the sun, and as fiery and violent as magma from a volcanic eruption.

A terrifying soul power, far exceeding that of his physical prime, swept out like a storm, distorting and deforming the space wherever it went, emitting a "sizzling" sound.

This force attempted to forcefully break free from the shackles of the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword's Annihilation Sword Qi. The Annihilation Sword Qi was like an invisible net, tightly binding Xiao Mo's soul. But at this moment, Xiao Mo was doing his best to break free from these shackles.

His soul power was so great that it seemed to tear apart the surrounding space along with Ling Xiao's soul. The aura of destruction permeated the air, making people feel suffocated.

Just as this violent soul power was about to erupt!

Ling Xiao's eyes suddenly turned icy cold, like ancient ice, chilling and piercing, as if capable of freezing everything in the world.

His pupils contracted slightly as he stared intently at Xiao Mo's soul. Without the slightest hesitation, the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword in his hand traced an unfathomable trajectory from bottom to top.

The trajectory resembles the movement of stars in the sky, or the mysterious laws of the universe, containing endless mysteries and power.

The sword tip pointed directly at Xiao Mo's soul core, as if it were a key to unlock the fatal weakness hidden deep within his soul.

Ling Xiao's movements were clean and efficient, without any hesitation or slackness. Every detail was just right, demonstrating his superb control over the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword.

Off!
There was no earth-shattering noise, no deafening roar; it was as if the whole world had fallen into absolute silence at this moment.

Only a single, dark sword beam, seemingly capable of devouring all light, flashed by like a bolt of lightning from the deepest hell.

The speed of that sword light was beyond imagination; almost the instant it appeared, it pierced the core of Xiao Mo's soul storm with unparalleled precision.

This sword beam, though seemingly slender, contained boundless destructive power. Wherever it passed, space was torn apart with tiny cracks, as if a demon in the darkness had opened its hideous maw.

"Om-!"

A low, muffled hum sounded, as if it were the last mournful cry of Xiao Mo's soul.

The light erupting from Xiao Mo's soul burst forth like a punctured balloon; its originally dazzling, fiery, and violent brilliance began to dim and extinguish rapidly the moment the sword light pierced through. (End of Chapter)