Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14172 Underestimating My Skills

"Hmph," the man in black sneered, a disdainful sneer playing on his lips, his voice filled with contempt and mockery.

"He's nothing but an old codger hiding in the shadows, barely clinging to life. How dare he flaunt his laughable arrogance in front of me? He's truly overestimating himself!"

With that, he slammed his hand on the table, and the sturdy wooden table shattered into pieces instantly. As wood chips flew everywhere, a sharp, cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"Fine! Since this old devil is so ungrateful, I will personally go and take off your self-righteous head today."

This will also make you understand that in this complicated world, no one should try to rely on others to show off their power.

Only one's own strength is the foundation for survival and the capital that commands respect!

He paused, his gaze sweeping sharply across the surroundings before finally settling on the trembling figure not far away, his tone chilling:
"Once I've dealt with that foolish old devil, I'll settle our old scores with you. Don't blame me for being ruthless then!"

Before he finished speaking, a powerful and strange aura suddenly surged from the man in black, as if an invisible force was raging within him.

His body began to twist and deform in a strange way, as if being kneaded by an invisible hand, and his originally upright figure gradually became blurred.

The once clearly discernible human figure now blurred like smoke blown away by the wind, eventually turning into a hazy, gray afterimage that flickered uncertainly in the darkness.

The afterimage carried a chilling, pungent, and stenchy wind. This wind seemed to have a physical form, and wherever it blew, it felt as if countless tiny needles were pricking the skin, sending shivers down one's spine.

The afterimage rushed into the darkness at an astonishing speed, so fast that its trajectory was almost invisible.

In an instant, it vanished into the endless darkness, leaving only a faint, eerie laugh echoing in the air.

The laughter was sinister and terrifying, as if announcing the impending bloodshed and slaughter, sending chills down one's spine.

The direction he headed was precisely where the infamous Twin Fiends Sect was located...

Ling Xiao stood quietly in place, his gaze gazing intently into the depths of darkness.

Almost the instant he looked up, a muffled sound broke the silence of the night.

"Pfft!"

A round, chubby thing, carrying a heavy stench of blood and lingering chilling spiritual energy, rolled out from the dark entrance of the Twin Fiends Sect.

It tumbled and rolled all the way, finally coming to a stop right at Lingxiao's feet, raising a small cloud of dust.

Ling Xiao looked down and saw a bloody human head, its eyes still filled with terror and resentment...

Ling Xiao's pupils suddenly contracted, as if he had seen the most unbelievable thing in the world. He was completely stunned on the spot, as if time had frozen at this moment.

The head on the ground, with its hair and beard standing upright, seemed to still retain the arrogance and defiance of its former life.

But his face was frozen in extreme terror, his eyes wide open, filled with disbelief, as if he had seen the most terrifying sight in the world in the last moment of his life.

The owner of this head was none other than the arrogant and domineering man in black who had just been so arrogant and domineering!

"This...is it over?"

Ling Xiao murmured unconsciously, his voice trembling with confusion.

He stared blankly at the head that remained open in death, its gruesome appearance making him feel as if it were all unreal, as if he were in an absurd dream.

The man in black, who had been so aggressive and threatened to take lives, was now beheaded. This stark contrast was hard for him to accept.

Just then, a deep voice, seemingly carrying the dust of countless ages, resounded directly in his mind, like a great bell, deafening and awakening:
"He may have underestimated my abilities."

Upon hearing this, Ling Xiao's mouth opened slightly, but he didn't know what to say for a moment. His expression was extremely complicated, showing both shock at the black-clad man's tragic death and awe for the owner of the mysterious voice.

His expression was complex, and his eyes revealed his contemplation and doubt.

It should be noted that the owner of that voice was Lei Ling, not the mysterious and unpredictable Dao Sha.

Lei Ling is merely the sword spirit of Senior Dao Sha, much like a soul residing within the sword, yet possessing a powerful force independent of the sword itself.

Lei Ling's strength!
Ling Xiao had never truly witnessed the power of Lei Ling at full strength.

Even the occasional display of power from Lei Ling was enough to amaze him, making him feel that it was unfathomable and ridiculously strong.

But today, witnessing the black-clad man die instantly at Lei Ling's hands, he truly realized that Lei Ling's power far exceeded his imagination.

Ling Xiao composed himself, struggling to suppress the turmoil churning within him, and respectfully asked in his mind:

"Senior Lei Ling, what exactly is your cultivation level?"

He was filled with curiosity and awe, eager to unveil the mystery of Lei Ling's power.

Lei Ling's voice was flat and emotionless, as if nothing in the world could stir its emotions, carrying a detached indifference:

"Realm? To me, it is nothing but an illusory shackle, long since meaningless."

Those so-called realm divisions are nothing more than rules and regulations set up by the world to measure power; in my eyes, they are nothing but fleeting clouds.

Ling Xiao was slightly taken aback, and his awe of Lei Ling grew even stronger.

He hesitated for a moment, a hint of anticipation and trepidation flashing in his eyes, and asked cautiously:
"Senior, with your abilities, this Demon Needle Space... I'm afraid it can't hold you anymore, right?"

Why don't you... leave this place?

He really couldn't understand why Lei Ling, who possessed such great strength, would willingly be trapped in this Demon Needle Space. Could there be some unknown secret behind it?

Lei Ling answered crisply and decisively, his tone full of disdain and impatience:

"Leave my ass! You underestimate this magic needle; it's now bound to you, a part of you."

Unless you are willing to sever this connection, if an outsider forcibly enters this magic needle space, it will be like being trapped in an invisible cage, and it will be impossible to get out!
The mysteries of this magic needle are far more complex than you imagine.

Just as Ling Xiao was about to say something, suddenly, a clear, childlike voice unexpectedly rang out from the depths of the magic needle space. The voice was filled with dissatisfaction and grievance, like a little girl complaining that her candy had been taken away:
"That's right! Why don't you leave!"

This space is already pitifully small; there's barely enough room for people to play!
This is so annoying!

If you don't leave, I... I'll take your spot too!
Let's see where you can hide now!

Upon hearing this voice, Ling Xiao's lips twitched involuntarily, a helpless yet amused expression appearing on his face, while he inwardly grumbled:

"..."

Ling Xiao's inner monologue: Little auntie, you really dare to say that!