Batian Martial Soul

The light, like the receding tide, dissipated inch by inch until it disappeared completely.

Xiao Mo's violently struggling and expanding soul body, like a snowball thrown into boiling water, which was originally aggressive and menacing, is now rapidly becoming illusory, transparent and fading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Every line and every fluctuation on the soul body was rapidly dissipating, like a flickering candle in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

At this moment, the furious expression on Xiao Mo's distorted face was replaced by a complete and incomprehensible blankness.

His eyes were wide open, as if they were about to bulge out, and his mouth was slightly open, but he couldn't make a sound.

His soul trembled violently, as if enduring the most painful torment in the world.

His mind was in complete chaos, a jumble of questions churning within him: How could this be?!
The power he unleashed by burning his remnant soul's essence was his last struggle, his desperate, all-or-nothing strike.

This power was enough to severely injure or even obliterate the soul of a powerhouse of the same level. In his previous understanding, no power could be easily resisted.

However, before this bizarre sword called the "Demon Lord Black Sky Sword," his raging soul power was like fragile glass, easily and completely annihilated by the seemingly casual sword strike!

The sword light was like an invisible blade, shattering his soul power and rendering all his efforts futile.

Ling Xiao looked at Xiao Mo's almost transparent, nearly invisible remnant soul, his eyes devoid of any pity. His tone was so calm it sent chills down one's spine, as if he were stating something utterly ordinary: "I told you, with this one sword strike, you might die."

It seems you really took my words as a joke.

His voice wasn't loud, but it struck Xiao Mo's already collapsing soul like a heavy hammer.

Before he finished speaking, Ling Xiao's left hand had already quietly grasped a long sword with an ancient design.

The sword was shrouded in wisps of gray mist, which seemed to have a life of its own, constantly writhing and churning, exuding a mysterious yet dangerous aura.

The hilt of the sword is engraved with complex and mysterious runes, as if it contains endless mysteries.

God-Slaying Sword!
It was formed from the soul of the God-Slaying Sword!

This God-Slaying Sword is no ordinary object; it is the most malevolent and evil thing in the world, capable of annihilating a god's soul. No matter how powerful the opponent is, once their soul is pierced by it, they will be doomed forever.

Ling Xiao gently guided the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword with his right hand, the movement elegant and composed, as if he were directing a beautiful dance.

With his left hand, he thrust out the God-Slaying Sword, its tip streaking across the void like a meteor, carrying an aura of resolute determination.

"call out!"

The God-Slaying Sword transformed into a streak of gray light, moving with lightning speed, instantly piercing into Xiao Mo's last remaining fragment of soul essence that was about to dissipate.

Wherever the gray light passed, it left a black mark on the space, as if it had been cut by a sharp blade.

"No……!!!"

A piercing, silent scream, so intense it could only be perceived by the soul, ripped through the suffocating silence like a sharp blade, only to abruptly cease in an instant.

The shriek contained endless despair, resentment, and anger, as if it were the last struggle and cry from the depths of Xiao Mo's soul. But under the ultimate killing blow of the God-Slaying Sword, it was all in vain.

Xiao Mo's illusory soul, which had been flickering and struggling weakly, vanished completely into the vast world with a "poof," leaving no trace behind.

It was as if he had never existed in this world; all his past, all his glory and ambition, vanished into nothingness with this one sword strike.

The God-Slaying Sword hovered silently in mid-air. The gray mist on the sword seemed to be slightly thicker than before. The wisps of gray mist seemed to have a life of their own, slowly wriggling and rolling, as if greedily devouring something.

Immediately afterwards, the God-Slaying Sword emitted a satisfied tremor, a subtle and mysterious tremor that seemed to be telling Ling Xiao about the exhilarating feast he had just enjoyed.

Then, with a thought, Ling Xiao transformed the God-Slaying Sword into a stream of light and retrieved it into his body, leaving only a faint gray shadow that flashed and disappeared in the air.

Ling Xiao's gaze, like two cold, sharp swords, carrying an overbearing and domineering aura, slowly turned towards the two remaining mysterious figures shrouded in dark gold cloaks in the air.

His eyes were sharp and deep, as if they could see through the heavy cloak and into the deepest fear in the hearts of the two.

One of them had his cloak fluttering and rustling even without wind, as if an invisible force was stirring within him.

A fierce killing intent erupted from him instantly, like a raging beast locking onto Ling Xiao, as if he were about to pounce on him at any moment and tear him to pieces.

His hands were clenched into fists under his cloak, his knuckles turning white from the force, and his body leaned slightly forward, assuming a posture ready to attack at any moment.

"stop!"

Another mysterious figure suddenly raised his hand and pressed down on his companion's shoulder like an iron clamp. The force was so great that his companion's body trembled slightly.

His gaze, hidden beneath his cloak, was fixed on Ling Xiao, as if he wanted to imprint every detail of Ling Xiao in his mind.

His voice was hoarse and solemn, as if it came from the abyss, carrying a deep sense of dread: "His physical body has reached the peak of the Azure Moon Realm, and his demonic path... has even touched the realm of Demon Commander!"

Within the Cangyue Realm, this is already the pinnacle!

Even if we join forces, we are no match for them!
Walk! "

The final "go" sounded like an inviolable command.

The dark gold cloaks on the two people flashed with light, as dazzling as the blazing sun, so bright that it hurt the eyes.

The space distorted violently under the light, like a lake being rippled by a gale.

The two figures blurred instantly, like ink drops merging into water, their once clear outlines gradually disappearing into the air.

The next moment, they transformed into two dark golden beams of light that were almost invisible to the naked eye, like two shooting stars streaking across the night sky, fleeing desperately towards the Tianyuan Dynasty!
Their speed far exceeded their speed when they came, as if countless terrifying demons were chasing them, and the slightest hesitation would mean certain death.

Only afterimages remained, slowly dissipating in the air, as if telling the story of their harrowing experience and frantic escape.

"Want to leave?!"

Ling Xiao's eyes instantly turned sharp as swords, and a cold light burst forth, as if to cut through the void in front of him.

His heart was burning with rage, how could he easily let these two mysterious people who were trying to escape get away!

These two guys, who were eyeing us menacingly before, are now trying to slip away when things get ugly. They're not going to let us get away with it so easily! (End of Chapter)