Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14222 Too Expensive
In an instant, a chilling sensation traveled up his arm, as if to freeze his blood.

At the same time, he felt a powerful force surging within the sword, as if it could erupt at any moment.

Ling Xiao felt a chill run down his spine. He knew that this sword was no ordinary object and must be hiding a huge secret.

At this moment, Ling Bi and Zhu'er also stood vigilantly behind Ling Xiao, their eyes fixed on the man in black robes, ready to deal with any potential dangers.

Ling Bi's gaze was instantly drawn to the sword lying quietly on the stall, as if by a magnet.

A cold glint flashed across his deep pupils like a shooting star, as if he were instinctively alert to the sinister aura emanating from the sword.

The sword was as black as ink, seemingly able to devour all the surrounding light, and it exuded a chilling eeriness.

"What is the price of this sword?" Ling Xiao asked calmly, standing steadily in front of the stall, his fingers barely touching the hilt of the sword hidden in his sleeve.

His movements appeared casual, but in reality, he was secretly gathering strength, ready to draw his sword instantly should the situation change.

At this moment, a hoarse voice slowly seeped out from deep within the black-robed man's wide hood. The voice had a rough, sandy texture that sent chills down one's spine: "Thirty million low-grade spirit crystals."

The price quoted was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples.

Ling Xiao raised an eyebrow, a barely perceptible glint of light flashing in his eyes.

He flicked his fingertips, and an invisible sword aura, like a serpent, lightly touched the black sword.

In an instant, a subtle resistance emanated from deep within the sword. The force was like a sleeping beast being awakened, emitting a low roar, but then it disappeared again.

Immediately afterwards, a chilling, deathly stillness, along with a faint, deliberately erased trace of the soul, returned.

Ling Xiao felt a chill run down his spine. He was certain that this thing was at the Great Sun Realm, but the indelible evil aura made him feel vaguely uneasy.

"Too expensive." Ling Xiao shook his head slightly, a hint of regret on his face, and made as if to leave.

His pace was neither hurried nor slow, each step firm and powerful, as if demonstrating his determination to the man in black robes.

Ling Bi tilted her head slightly, a hint of confusion appearing in her clear, watery eyes, and asked softly, "Is it expensive?"

Having grown up in a relatively simple environment, she was naturally unaware of the intricacies of worldly transactions. In her view, this sword was so special that it might be worth the price.

Ling Xiao smiled bitterly to himself, knowing that his younger sister was simple-minded and didn't understand the intricacies of the situation.

But since things had come to this, he could only turn around and look at the man in black again, trying to make his tone sound sincere: "Could you give me a little more leeway?"

In fact, while the Great Sun Realm sword is not rare for him given his current strength and knowledge, it is extremely precious to Ling Bi.

The power and characteristics of this sword seem to be even better than the sword that Ling Xiao gave to Ling Bi before. If she can get her hands on it, it will definitely be of great help to Ling Bi's strength.

"The sword of the last sect leader of the Holy Tree Sword Sect," the black-robed man lifted his hood slightly, revealing the lower half of his withered, bark-like lips, which were cracked and peeling as if he hadn't drunk water in a long time, "This name alone is worth thirty million."

His voice was still hoarse, but it conveyed an undeniable firmness.

"The Sacred Tree Sword Sect?" Ling Xiao frowned slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, and quickly asked.

He had no recollection of this sect and couldn't help but wonder what kind of existence it was that made this man in black robes value its name so much.

"You... don't even know about the Sacred Tree Sword Sect?" The black-robed man's tone hardened slightly, seemingly surprised by Ling Xiao's ignorance.

He remained silent for a moment, then said nothing more, only coldly asking, "Want it, or not?"

There was a hint of impatience in his tone, as if he didn't want to get entangled with Ling Xiao any longer.

A storage ring silently landed on the dusty ground in front of the black-robed man. The soft yet powerful light of the spirit crystal flowed slowly within it, like a mysterious star twinkling in the night sky.

The black-robed man's withered hand, as dry as a twig, twitched slightly, as if an invisible force swept over it, and the storage ring vanished instantly, as if it had never existed.

Immediately afterwards, he vanished without warning into the thick, inky darkness of the alley behind him, moving at an astonishing speed, leaving only a few ripples in the air, as if they were the last trace he left in this world.

Ling Xiao's eyes were cold and stern. With a slight clench of his fingers, the black sword that exuded an eerie aura landed steadily in his palm.

In an instant, a bone-chilling cold, like a surging tide, penetrated his very bones, causing him to tremble slightly.

At the same time, the dark red blood groove on the sword guard throbbed suddenly intensified, as if a sleeping beast was awakening within it, emitting a low and angry roar.

Ling Xiao frowned slightly, but handed the sword to Ling Bi without hesitation, and said in a deep voice, "This thing is extremely ferocious, but with your strength, you should be able to control it."

Ling Bi's expression was calm, her delicate hands like lotus blossoms, the instant she touched the sword hilt...

"Om-!"

A piercingly mournful sword cry, like the wailing of a ghost, suddenly shattered the deathly silence of the city, as if it were a lament from hell.

The black sword instantly transformed into a violent, dark lightning bolt, carrying a world-destroying aura, shooting straight into a dark corner of the city. Wherever it passed, the air was cut open, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

"Trying to escape?" Ling Bi's eyes flashed coldly, sharp as cold stars, and she uttered a clear shout: "Suppress!"

Follow your words!
In an instant, an invisible yet incredibly powerful sword domain enveloped the fleeing dark light.

The dark light seemed to sink into an invisible quagmire, its speed suddenly slowing down. The black sword let out a mournful cry, struggling violently, its blade trembling wildly, as if desperately trying to break free from this binding force.

However, all efforts were in vain. It was forcibly pulled back into Ling Bi's palm by that overwhelming force, like a tamed wild beast.

“Someone is summoning it!” Ling Bi exerted force under her fingers, which turned slightly white from the pressure, and the sword emitted a mournful sound as if it were groaning in pain.

“That man just now!” A fierce glint flashed in Xiao Lianzhu’s eyes, like a sudden burst of cold light. Her voice was icy and resolute, as if she had already sentenced the man in black to death.

Ling Xiao nodded, a chilling killing intent flashing across his face, and said coldly, "He's courting death!"

After saying that, his aura suddenly changed, and a sharp sword intent soared into the sky, as if it would tear the dark night sky apart.

Immediately, the three figures seemed to be enveloped by a mysterious force and vanished without a trace.

The next instant, they appeared silently in an extremely cramped, dead-end corner of the city, like ghosts.