Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14190 My Silent Sanctuary is invincible!

Ling Xiao nodded calmly, a confident smile playing on his lips: "It's me."

His voice was calm and composed, as if the five powerful enemies before him were nothing more than insignificant ants.

"Was it you who captured us here?" The purple-robed elder forcibly suppressed his anger, trying to calm himself down as he examined this strange world.

He sensed the terrifying power of the laws contained within this space, a power like a surging tide, wave after wave, far exceeding his comprehension.

A deep unease welled up within him; he knew that this time they had encountered an extremely formidable opponent.

“Not bad.” Ling Xiao admitted frankly, without the slightest hint of evasion or timidity. His upright figure stood proudly like a pine tree in the strange space, exuding an air of composure.

The old man in purple robes took a deep breath, the aura of which seemed to carry endless greed and desire, causing a complex expression of solemnity and greed to appear on his originally withered face.

His voice was deep and hoarse, as if it came from the bottom of a deep valley: "This is the Demon Sect's supreme treasure."
Which one is it?
Could it be the Demon Needle of Annihilation?
The very best one?

His gaze was fixed on Ling Xiao, as if trying to see through him and not missing a single subtle expression on his face.

Ling Xiao's lips curled up slightly, his smile carrying a hint of mystery and confidence, like a star twinkling in the night sky, unfathomable: "Good eye."

Now that you're here, why don't you answer a few questions for me?

His voice was calm yet filled with an undeniable authority, as if he were the master of this space.

The old man in purple robes stared at Ling Xiao, his eyes flashing with starlight, which was like a burning flame leaping in the darkness.

He seemed to be weighing the pros and cons, his mind racing as he considered a possible solution.

After a moment, he said in a deep voice, "Ask!"

The sound was like a thunderclap, echoing in the silent space, demonstrating his decisiveness and ruthlessness as a powerful figure.

"How did the Realm of Annihilation know that the Demonic Sect's treasure is in my hands?" This was Ling Xiao's biggest question. His brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes revealed a hint of confusion.

He believed he acted discreetly, always using the magic needles with utmost care, and the aura of the magic needles was heavily sealed. He had never used them lightly before, yet the Realm of Annihilation still came knocking on his door.

"Hmph," the purple-robed elder snorted coldly, his voice filled with disdain and arrogance, "Naturally, it is my 'Star Orbit Deduction Hall' that uses its great supernatural powers to deduce the secrets of heaven and lock onto its plane of existence."

That 'Star Orbit Deduction Hall' is a mysterious place within my Silent Sanctuary. The hall is filled with countless masters who possess supreme secret methods for deducing celestial secrets, enabling them to perceive subtle changes in the universe and discover the traces of treasures hidden in the darkness.

He slightly raised his chin, a smug look on his face.

However… he paused, a strange light flashing in his eyes, a light mixed with a hint of fear and doubt, “When we were divining you, we encountered an unprecedented backlash, and the three elders who were presiding over the divination almost had their Dao foundations destroyed.”

The backlash was like a surging tide, wave after wave, shaking the foundations of the three elders' hard-earned cultivation to the point of collapse.

To have this treasure recognize its owner, you must have some skill.

But no matter who you are incarnated as, or what karma you bear, in this world, no one can stop the Holy Temple of Nirvana from taking what it desires!

His voice grew louder and louder until it was almost a roar. The domineering and confident tone in his words seemed to originate from the ancient stars, carrying an irresistible and unquestionable power.

He exuded a powerful aura, like a raging volcano about to erupt, causing the surrounding space to tremble.

"Why are you so sure?" Ling Xiao pressed, his voice like a sharp blade slicing through the heavy and oppressive atmosphere.

His gaze was fixed on the purple-robed old man, not missing a single subtle change in the other's expression, as if trying to find the truth in those deep eyes.

“Because,” the purple-robed elder proudly raised his head, his chin held high, as if proclaiming the majesty of the Temple of Annihilation to the entire world.

His body was surrounded by surging starlight, like a blazing sun, its radiance dispelling some of the surrounding ink-wash mist.

The starlight twinkled and leaped, as if countless stars were cheering him on, "In the Realm of Annihilation, my Annihilation Sanctuary is invincible!"

His voice was loud and passionate, like rolling thunder, echoing endlessly in this eerie space.

Invincible!

Just two words, yet they weighed heavier than the stars; each word seemed to carry immense force, crashing heavily into one's heart.

This is not just a simple declaration, but a deep-seated, absolute confidence of the Temple of Annihilation.

This confidence is the result of countless years of conquering all directions in the Realm of Annihilation and achieving unparalleled victories. It is the glory forged by countless powerful warriors with their blood and lives.

Ling Xiao remained silent.

He stood there quietly, his gaze deep and distant, as if he were pondering something.

He could truly feel this confidence; it was not arrogance or ignorant boasting, but rather a superior perspective built upon absolute strength.

The fact that the Temple of Annihilation could dominate a region in the Annihilation Realm must be due to its powerful foundation and strength, a fact that Ling Xiao was well aware of.

“One last question,” Ling Xiao raised his head, his gaze sharp as a sword, as if it could pierce through the layers of fog and reach the depths of the purple-robed old man’s heart.

His voice was calm and firm, "If you all perish here, what kind of being will the Temple of Annihilation send?"

This is a question he has always wanted to figure out.

He knew that the conflict with the Temple of Annihilation was far from simple, and that if he were to fight these five people, it would inevitably cause even greater turmoil.

The purple-robed elder's pupils contracted slightly, and a hint of solemnity flashed across his previously arrogant expression.

But in just a moment, that solemnity turned into cold mockery.

He sneered, a slight upturn of his lips revealing a disdainful smile: "Naturally... it is an existence capable of crushing all obstacles in this world!"

His voice was cold and cruel, as if proclaiming the end of Ling Xiao and the others.

In his view, the strength of the Temple of Annihilation was unfathomable, and no matter how powerful Ling Xiao and the others were, they could not stop the Temple of Annihilation's advance.

"Understood." Ling Xiao nodded and said no more.

A resolute glint flashed in his eyes, as if he were ready to face any challenge.

He raised his hand and pointed to the deeper distance of this ink-wash world, where the mist churned and surged like turbulent waves.

A building hidden in the mist could be vaguely seen; its outline was indistinct, yet it exuded a mysterious and ancient aura.

“Deep within this realm, a senior wishes to invite you all to ‘drink tea and discuss the Dao.’” Ling Xiao’s voice was calm and composed, yet it carried an undeniable air of authority.