Batian Martial Soul

Ling Xiao's voice was loud and powerful, echoing in the chaotic space, as if he wanted to declare his justice to everyone.

However, inside the magic needle space, Green Spirit and Thunder Spirit exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with helplessness and mockery.

Their cold, emotionless gazes swept across Ling Xiao's "upright" face, as if trying to see through his disguise.

Green Spirit pouted and muttered under her breath, "...That's shameless!"

"I don't know how he managed to put on such a righteous and awe-inspiring act; he's even better at acting than the actors on stage."

Lei Ling nodded slightly, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

"Hahahaha! An upright human being? What an upright human being!"

The bald, burly man burst into uncontrollable laughter again, the sound like a surging tide, wave after wave.

His laughter was full of sarcasm and disdain, as if Ling Xiao's words were the most ridiculous lie in the world.

Suddenly, he swayed violently, moving so fast it was like teleportation, and instantly appeared in front of Ling Xiao.

The violent air currents he generated were like sharp blades, almost blowing Ling Xiao away.

His enormous body, as large as a small mountain, slowly approached. With each step he took, ripples spread across the void beneath his feet, casting a heavy shadow that enveloped Ling Xiao like a curtain of night.

He opened his mouth wide, and his bloody breath, like a foul gust of wind, almost hit Ling Xiao's face. The pungent smell made Ling Xiao frown slightly.

His eyes were wide open, filled with the cruel pleasure of a cat toying with a mouse. His gaze seemed to tell Ling Xiao that he was now a plaything in his hands, and that his life and death were in his own hands.

"Look at you, penniless as can be. Here's what we'll do: I'll give you a chance to live."

The bald, burly man's voice boomed like muffled thunder in Ling Xiao's ears.

"Lead the way obediently and take us to the most lucrative treasury of the Great Town Dynasty!"

"As for the benefits..."

He deliberately dragged out his words, his fleshy face twitching as he spoke, forcing out an extremely malicious smile—a smile like that of a demon crawling out of the abyss of hell, sending chills down one's spine.

"The benefit is that I'll leave you a cheap..."

laugh!
A sharp, piercing voice suddenly rang out, like the call of death, instantly shattering the tense and oppressive atmosphere.

The sound was sharp and brief, like a blade slicing through silk, and then it stopped abruptly.

The bald, muscular man's previously malicious smile froze instantly, as if time had stood still, replaced by utter bewilderment and disbelief.

His eyes were wide open like copper bells, filled with fear and confusion, as if he didn't understand what was going on with this sudden change.

He struggled to turn his eyes to look at his thick neck, only to see a cold, sharp sword light that had silently pierced his throat without him even noticing.

The sword light was like a shooting star in the cold night, flashing by in an instant, yet bringing fatal damage.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, drawing shocking arcs in the air and staining the surrounding void red.

At the same time, his soul was instantly torn apart, the tearing pain causing him to let out a silent scream, before being swallowed and annihilated by a mysterious force.

The tiny holy runes that appeared on the Bloodthirsty Blade began to writhe like living creatures, shimmering with an eerie light as they frantically sucked at his dissipating soul essence, like a pack of hungry beasts greedily devouring their prey.

Not far away, the maniacal laughter on the faces of the young man in the purple-gold robe and the members of the hunting party behind him seemed to freeze, instantly turning into extreme horror.

Their mouths were wide open, but no sound came out; their eyes were wide open, as if they had seen the most incredible thing in the world.

too fast!
All of this happened so fast!

It was so fast that they didn't even detect a single energy fluctuation beforehand, as if the blood-red blade was something that had grown out of the bald, burly man's throat, ending his life without his noticing.

Their bodies froze on the spot, not daring to make the slightest move, their hearts filled with fear and vigilance, wondering if they would be the next to suffer misfortune.

Ling Xiao maintained his outstretched hand gesture, a pose as if time had frozen on him in a still image.

The "fear" and "integrity" that he had deliberately put on his face had vanished without a trace, just like the morning mist dissipating quickly under the sunlight.

At this moment, his face was filled with an almost bored indifference, and his eyes were as calm as a bottomless ancient well, without the slightest ripple.

He stared silently at the bald, burly man's eyes, which had rapidly lost their luster due to the annihilation of his soul. His once wide-open eyes were now filled with empty fear, like two bottomless abysses, revealing endless despair.

Ling Xiao tilted his head slightly, his voice as calm as if he were discussing the weather: "It was too noisy just now, I didn't hear you clearly."

"Can you say that again?"

"Leave me a leaf, what?"

His tone was relaxed and casual, as if the bald, burly man's life or death had nothing to do with him, and that he was just curious about an insignificant question.

The bald, burly man's lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he only made a hoarse, leaky sound, like an old bellows struggling to breathe, full of despair and helplessness.

His massive body, like a mollusk with all its bones removed, could no longer support itself and slumped backward.

Before he fell into that dark place filled with the aura of death, his body had already turned to ashes. A gentle breeze blew by, and the ashes dissipated into the void, leaving not a trace, as if he had never existed in this world.

"Asshole!!"

The young man in the purple-gold robe had eyes that looked like they were about to burst, burning with a mixture of shock and rage that threatened to consume his reason.

He roared at the top of his lungs, "Attack! Take them down!"

The sound was like a thunderclap, echoing in the chaotic space.

With his roar, a burst of purple-gold light erupted around him, like a dazzling sun suddenly radiating boundless light.

A spear crackling with purple lightning instantly appeared in his hand. The spear shimmered with an eerie and terrifying light, and the purple lightning leaped and flickered on its body, making crackling sounds, as if it were angry purple dragons roaring.

He suddenly swung his spear, the tip pointing straight at Lingxiao. Terrifying destructive lightning tore through space like a surging tide, crashing down with an aura of world destruction!
Wherever the lightning passed, black cracks were scorched in space, as if the universe had been torn open with wounds.

The dozen or so members of the hunting party behind him also seemed to awaken from a daze. They were stunned for a moment by the sudden turn of events, but upon hearing the roar of the purple-and-gold-robed youth, they all roared and unleashed their strongest attacks. (End of Chapter)