Batian Martial Soul

In an instant, the flashes of sword light resembled a cascading Milky Way, gleaming with a cold and sharp gleam;

The sword shadows moved like dragons emerging from the sea, darting about with a fierce momentum;
Spells bloom like dazzling fireworks, yet they contain deadly dangers;
The energy beam, like a blazing laser, tore through the void, carrying a destructive aura.

These attacks, like a torrent bursting its banks, crashed down on Ling Xiao on the floating warship from all directions, as if trying to completely engulf him in this terrifying wave of attacks.

Just as this violent attack, capable of instantly annihilating stars, was about to crash down upon Ling Xiao like a surging apocalyptic wave, completely engulfing him, time itself seemed to hold its breath in the face of this critical crisis, and the entire space was filled with a suffocating atmosphere of tension.

Xiao Lianzhu and Ling Bi, who had been absent for so long, finally made their move.

The two of them were like mysterious goddesses awakening from their slumber, exuding a serene and composed air that transcended the mundane world.

Xiao Lianzhu merely moved her eyes, which shone like stars. That seemingly insignificant movement was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples.

A terrifying surge of soul power erupted from her body like a volcanic eruption, an unimaginable force, as if a mysterious power from the depths of the universe had been awakened.

Buzz…!
An invisible, absolutely cold soul force suddenly spread outwards from her center, like a towering wave suddenly surging on a calm sea, carrying an unstoppable momentum.

Wherever this soul force passed, ripples spread through the space, as if it were being shaken by this powerful force.

Time seemed to be frozen in that instant by an invisible hand, and everything fell into a state of stillness.

The destructive energy that roared in, like an enraged beast, originally charged toward Lingxiao with the determination to destroy everything. But the moment it touched the soul barrier, it was as if it had crashed into the hardest barrier in the universe. After a dull thud, it came to a sudden stop!

They were no longer the terrifying force that could destroy everything, but had become bound beasts, unable to move forward even an inch.

The raging lightning spear, its sharp tip originally crackling with purple lightning, was frozen in mid-air less than three feet from Ling Xiao's brow, as if under a spell.

The leaping purple electric snakes remained in a tearing posture, their once agile bodies now devoid of all kinetic energy, resembling a frozen, terrifying scene that sent chills down one's spine.

The flying sword flashes, which originally streaked across the void like meteors, carrying a sharp momentum and a deadly threat, have now solidified into dazzling yet lifeless bands of light.

They shimmered faintly in the cold space, as if telling a story of past glory and present helplessness.

Those insidious spells, like black phantoms, carrying an eerie aura and deadly toxins, originally intended to silently erode Ling Xiao's life, but now they floated like black butterflies frozen in ice, suspended in the cold fluctuations of soul power.

Their originally ferocious forms were now frozen, and they could no longer unleash their evil power.

The dozen or so members of the hunting party remained in an attack stance, their normally powerful bodies now seemingly under a spell, completely still.

The ferocity, horror, and fear on their faces... all expressions were frozen on their faces, as if time had left an eternal portrait of them at that moment.

Along with the boiling divine power around them, it completely solidified. The originally surging divine power was now like stagnant water, without a ripple.

The entire battlefield seemed to have become a purgatory shrouded in death, with only the raging death energy still roaring tirelessly.

The sound was like a wail from the deepest hell, sharp and shrill, carrying endless resentment and a desire for destruction, as it roamed freely through the void, impacting every corner.

Wherever this death energy went, the space was corroded into black holes, as if the universe had been torn open, revealing endless darkness and terror within.

Time, within this soul realm released by Xiao Lianzhu, seemed to be caught in an endless vortex, utterly losing its meaning.

There is no concept of past, present, or future here; everything seems to be frozen in an eternal moment.

Every second felt like an eternity, yet also like the blink of an eye, blurring the lines between reality and illusion.

Then, Ling Bi, who had been standing still like a pine tree, moved. Her figure was as light as a butterfly in flight, yet she also carried a sharp and imposing aura.

At the same time, Ling Xiao also moved. His steps were steady and powerful, each step seeming to resonate with everyone's heartstrings.

One man wielded a sword, its blade gleaming with a cold light, like a shooting star in the cold night, carrying endless sharpness and determination; the other man wielded a knife, its blade radiating a scorching heat, like a burning flame, carrying earth-shattering power.

The two of them moved slowly forward in the silent battlefield like two war gods, each step carrying an unstoppable momentum.

A few breaths later, or perhaps an entire era?

No one can say for sure how much time has passed in this realm of the soul.

Suddenly, the spiritual realm that had enveloped the entire battlefield vanished silently, as if a dream had suddenly shattered, and everything returned to reality.

The dissipation of this spiritual realm was like flipping a switch to destruction.

In an instant, the entire battlefield was enveloped by a terrifying force.

puff!
puff!
puff!
puff!
……

A series of extremely faint sounds, like bubbles bursting, rang out. Though small, the sounds were like the tolling of death's bell, heralding the end of the hunting party members.

The dozen or so frozen members of the hunting party, along with their solidified attacks, weapons, and protective divine light... shattered instantly, like fragile ice sculptures struck by an invisible giant hammer!
There were no bloody scenes of flying flesh and blood, no deafening roars of energy explosions, only countless fine ice crystals mixed with frozen fragments of the soul, which were instantly swept away by the violent turbulent currents like stardust and disappeared without a trace.

They were completely erased from the world as if they had never existed.

Only the young man in the purple-gold star-patterned robe remained on the spot.

He remained in the stance of throwing the spear, as if time itself had stopped flowing for him.

But at this moment, the brilliant purple-gold light around him had long since faded, like a lamp that had run out of energy, leaving only endless darkness.

Endless fear, like solid ice water, poured down on his head, seeping into every inch of his soul, making him tremble uncontrollably.

The thunder spear in his hand shattered into pieces, turning into dust that scattered in the void, just like his broken hope. (End of Chapter)