Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14221 The Ancient Ferocious Sword
Ling Bi's voice was soft, yet it was like a stone thrown into the hearts of everyone, instantly making the atmosphere somewhat heavy.

After all, they were about to face the powerful and mysterious Tianyuan Dynasty, a place full of unknown dangers, and no one could predict the outcome of this battle.

Ling Xiao turned his head, the starlight illuminating his serene profile.

His sharply defined face appeared exceptionally resolute under the starlight.

His words, however, were as firm and unwavering as an ancient rock: "I will only use the sword in my hand, and not care about the fame that follows me!"

The voice was deep and powerful, as if it came from a distant place, carrying a heart-stirring power.

His eyes revealed a fearless courage and unwavering belief, as if no matter how many difficulties and obstacles lay ahead, nothing could stop him from moving forward.

I'll use my sword to the fullest, without caring about the fame that follows me!
These seven short words struck Ling Bi and Zhu'er's hearts like a heavy hammer.

They were all jolted, as if a bolt of lightning had struck their minds, instantly bringing them clarity.

Then, as if the clouds had parted and the sun was shining, the gloom in my heart was swept away.

Yes!

With all your might, cleave the chaotic and uncertain path ahead with a single sword strike. As for whether the end is an abyss or a galaxy, well…

Until the end, who knows!
Life is like an adventure, full of countless unknowns and variables.

If you are always concerned about the outcome and afraid of failure, you will miss many beautiful sights.

Instead of worrying about gains and losses, it's better to take a chance and go all out to pursue your goals.

Even if we ultimately fail, we will have no regrets, because at least we tried and fought hard.

The warship suddenly accelerated, like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins, with an unwavering determination, crashing through the even denser, dark nebula ahead.

The dark nebula resembled a giant black vortex, exuding a chilling aura as if it wanted to devour everything.

But the warships were fearless and charged in without hesitation, as if to declare war on the endless darkness.

The six majestic holy puppets, forged with holy blood, seemed to sense Ling Xiao's determination and courage, and roared silently in the void behind him.

Their bodies are tall and imposing, like six majestic mountain peaks, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.

Ancient magical runes peek out from beneath their skin, which is harder than divine iron, like mysterious runes, containing endless mysteries and powerful strength.

That was a power powerful enough to tear stars apart, awakening from its slumber, as if ready to erupt at any moment and crush any enemy that stood in its way.

The magic needle vibrated slightly inside Ling Xiao's body, and the giant wheel inside, which had been forcibly compressed and sealed, throbbed unwillingly.

Each struggle stirred the miniature world, producing a dull, thunderous roar.

The sound seemed like a roar from another land, filled with anger and resentment, as if protesting against a bound fate.

This colossal creation from another realm, with its own restlessness, is becoming the heaviest war drum for Lingxiao to pierce the unknown depths of space.

The warship came to an abrupt stop in the vast and boundless sea of ​​stars. The tremor caused by the sudden braking was like a low roar of a giant beast, echoing in the silent universe.

Ling Xiao stood at the front of the warship, his posture as upright as a pine tree. He pointed his finger forward, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, as if he wanted to see through the endless darkness.

Deep within the vast sea of ​​stars, an ancient city lies nestled like a colossal ancient beast.

Its city walls, mottled and weathered, resemble withered bones weathered by time, gleaming with a metallic sheen under the cold starlight, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura.

The entire city was eerily silent, as if it were a living creature that had slumbered in the void for billions of years, ready to awaken at any moment and unleash its terrifying power.

"The city?" Ling Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze like two sharp daggers piercing through layers of stardust, firmly fixed on the city gate.

Above the city gate, three large, bone-chilling characters were deeply embedded, their ink swirling as if countless ghosts were entwined within them, sending chills down one's spine upon seeing them—Holy Bone City.

These three words seem to possess a kind of magic, telling the story of the city's past glory and bloodshed, making people want to explore the secrets behind it.

"Shall we explore it?" Ling Xiao turned his head to look at Ling Bi and Zhu'er beside him, his eyes filled with a hint of inquiry and expectation.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ling Bi and Zhu'er nodded slightly, and then their figures flashed like two beams of cool moonlight, swiftly rushing towards the mouth of the silent behemoth.

The city gate was wide open, like the gaping throat of a giant beast, exuding a sinister aura.

There were no guards in the city, only the howling wind blowing through the halls, its sound like the wailing of ghosts and wolves. It brushed against the face, carrying the cold, metallic smell of metal shavings, making one's hair stand on end.

The three stepped into the city, and the city's scenery suddenly unfolded before them.

A long street, straight as a sword mark, as if left by a huge, sharp sword.

On both sides of the street, countless stalls were strangely lined up, with various colored halos flickering like stars in the night sky.

Those rare treasures, like pearls covered in dust, are quietly displayed on the stalls, waiting to be discovered by those destined to find them.

However, pedestrians were as sparse as ghosts, slowly wandering through the silent city. Transactions were conducted without a sound, with only the vendors' hawk-like vigilant eyes shifting in the shadows.

The entire city resembled a vast and silent black market graveyard, permeated with an oppressive yet mysterious atmosphere.

Ling Xiao's gaze was drawn to a corner on his right.

There sat a man in black robes, as still as an ink-stained rock, sitting cross-legged, seemingly blending into his surroundings.

A long sword lay across his body, its blade as black as the eternal night, reflecting no starlight whatsoever, as if it had devoured all light.

Several blood grooves meandered along the hilt of the sword, within which a dark red glow seemed to pulse like a living thing, silently exuding a sinister thirst for blood, inspiring fear in those who saw it.

Ling Xiao's heart stirred, and he slowly walked towards the man in black robes.

With each step he took, the sound of his footsteps echoed through the silent city, as if sounding an alarm bell.

As he drew closer, the man in black robes seemed to sense it and slowly raised his head, revealing a face hidden in the shadows. His eyes were like a cold, deep pool in an abyss, icy and profound.

"What is the origin of this sword?" Ling Xiao stopped in his tracks, his gaze fixed on the man in black robes, his voice deep and powerful.

The man in black robes remained silent for a moment, then let out a hoarse laugh, a laugh like the cry of an owl, which made everyone who heard it feel uneasy.

"This sword is an ancient, malevolent weapon that has drunk the blood of countless powerful individuals and possesses boundless power."

"If you want it, you have to pay the price."

Ling Xiao's lips curled up slightly, revealing a confident smile.

"cost?"

"There's nothing I, Ling Xiao, can't get if I want it."

"However, I need to see if this sword is worth my effort first."

After saying that, Ling Xiao reached out and slowly grasped the sword hilt.