Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14216 I've Taken It

Ling Xiao's icy gaze, as cold as a star, swept across the massive, black mountain-like skeletal nest before him, devoid of any warmth.

The enormous skeletons were piled up and intertwined, forming a complex, eerie and terrifying complex. Every bone exuded a chilling aura, as if telling a story of endless death and despair.

Ling Xiao's thoughts, like an undercurrent surging beneath a calm lake, came without a ripple. Though his voice was soft, it carried an undeniable resolve: "Target changed."

"Not destroyed."

He paused slightly, his cold and aloof face showing no change in expression, but a hint of wisdom and decisiveness flashed in his eyes. He then added, "Analyze its spatial anchoring law structure, peel off the core, and bring it back to the Overlord Empire."

"This thing contains unknown mysteries. We might be able to use it in the future, and it may become a key factor for our Overlord Empire to stand out in the interstellar war."

Ling Bi stood to the side, and upon hearing this, she froze instantly. Her mouth opened slightly, but she couldn't utter a word for a long time, only letting out a silent gasp of amazement.

He looked at Ling Xiao's serious, almost cold profile, his lips twitched violently, and he muttered to himself: "Take down the space outpost of Tianyuan Temple and bring it back as research material."

This idea... is even bolder and more outrageous than his own crazy ideas!
But... hey, he really likes this kind of crazy, unconventional behavior!

Just as the two hovered at the edge of this seemingly "stable" but actually turbulent space, like two calm hunters carefully examining the huge bone nest and trying to find the hidden secrets from every detail, the space in a huge hole on the surface of the bone nest suddenly twisted violently, as if a pair of invisible hands were wantonly kneading this space.

Immediately afterwards, a figure draped in a decaying black robe, with a emaciated body resembling a thousand-year-old mummified corpse, slowly emerged.

His black robe was tattered and covered with strange runes and stains, as if it had been pulled out of the abyss of hell; his body was so thin that he was almost skin and bones, and with each step he took, you could hear his bones creaking.

He was enveloped in an aura of death and curse so dense it was almost tangible, like black mist that churned and surged, inspiring fear in anyone who saw him.

Two eerie green flames burned in his empty eye sockets, their light like a ghostly glow from hell, shimmering with evil and cruelty.

The soul fire instantly locked onto Nightshade and Ember Eye in the distance, like two sharp daggers piercing the depths of their souls.

Immediately afterwards, a hoarse, dry voice, like bones grinding together, resounded directly in their souls, carrying absolute arrogance and killing intent:
“You lowly...blasphemer...how dare you trespass...on...the Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary…”

"Uh?!"

Before he finished speaking, Ling Xiao's figure had already disappeared from the spot like a ghost!

It wasn't some mysterious and unpredictable magic like teleportation, but simply a terrifyingly fast speed that left a dark red afterimage that tore through the air!

The afterimage, like a burning dark red flame, rushed straight towards the suddenly appearing mysterious figure with a fierce momentum.

Ling Xiao had absolutely no interest in wasting words. In his view, actions always have more power than words. Faced with this potential threat, the only way was to destroy it completely with overwhelming force!
Om-!
It was a sharp, piercing buzz that seemed to cut through the soul, like a wail from the deepest hell, or the desperate roar of countless vengeful souls in endless agony.

The bloodthirsty blade phantom, wreathed in the wails of endless vengeful spirits, suddenly unleashed a terrifying aura as Ling Xiao charged forward like a ghost.

It transformed into a destructive dark red lightning bolt, its dark red color resembling congealed blood or burning karmic fire, carrying an overbearing arrogance that disregarded all the rules of the world. In an instant, it traversed spatial distance and appeared above the head of that withered figure in black robes without warning!
Before the bloodthirsty blade had even truly fallen, the terrifying will that tore apart the soul and devoured the very essence descended like a surging tide.

That will was cold and cruel, carrying a disregard for life and a desire for destruction, as if it wanted to drag all things in the world into an endless abyss.

The surrounding space began to distort violently under the impact of this will, emitting groans of unbearable pressure.

The eerie green soul flames in the empty eye sockets of the black-robed figure, which had been flashing with arrogance and disdain, suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhead!
The light was filled with shock and fear, as if one had witnessed the most terrifying thing in the world.

He never expected that the other party would dare to launch such a decisive surprise attack in front of the Boundary Anchor Outpost of the Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary, in this area that is considered sacred and inviolable, the moment he, the high priest who is high above and controls endless death and curse power, appeared!
This was completely beyond his comprehension and expectations, plunging him into extreme panic in an instant.

In his haste, his withered arms instinctively crossed and rose, the movement appearing so chaotic and powerless.

Countless dark purple abyssal runes instantly lit up on the decaying sleeves of the robe. The runes seemed to have a life of their own, flashing and moving wildly, trying to build an indestructible defensive barrier.

Each rune contains a profound and malevolent power, like a curse summoned from the deepest part of hell, carrying hatred for the living and longing for the dead.

Tsk-!
This soft sound, however, was like the whisper of death, carrying an irresistible destructive force.

Like a hot knife cutting through rotten wood, the seemingly solid defense proved utterly vulnerable before the Bloodthirsty Blade.

The crimson, bloodthirsty blade, carrying an unparalleled destructive force, slashed fiercely at the black-robed figure's crossed arms!

The lit abyssal runes were like fragile soap bubbles, unable to withstand even a moment of the Bloodthirsty Blade's sharp edge, and instantly extinguished and shattered!
The dark purple light that burst forth when the rune shattered was as brief and dazzling as fireworks, but it vanished in an instant.

boom! ! !
The loud noise was like the collapse of heaven and earth, causing the surrounding space to tremble violently.

The black-robed figure's arms, along with the decaying sleeves covering them, crumbled the moment they came into contact with the Bloodthirsty Blade, like sand sculptures weathered over millions of years, utterly powerless against the onslaught of the gale.

They exploded with a deafening roar, turning into a cloud of dust that filled the air with a pungent stench of decay and the scent of death.

The terrifying impact was like a surging wave, slamming his withered body violently into the huge skeletal nest behind him!

His body traced a tragic arc through the air before crashing heavily against the wall of the skeletal lair with a dull, resounding thud, as if the whispers of death were echoing.