Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14230 The Pain of the Soul
These monsters wielded not ordinary iron weapons, but ferocious heavy weapons meticulously crafted from the spines of unknown behemoths.

One of the bone blades, with its jagged serrations, resembled an open demon's maw, ready to devour all living beings at any moment.
A giant hammer, entwined with solidified black smoke of vengeful spirits, from which faint, mournful screams could be heard, as if countless wronged souls were wailing in agony.
There was also a battle axe whose blade silently annihilated the space around it, as if a single swing could split the entire world in two!

Within their empty eye sockets, two eerie green flames burned silently, like will-o'-the-wisps from hell, emanating a cold and malevolent aura.

The demonic flames seemed to possess a life of their own, constantly flickering and locking onto Li Huachen and the others who stood frozen in shock.

There was no emotion in that gaze, only the purest and most primal will to destroy, as if it wanted to completely destroy everything in front of it and turn it to ashes!
Dead!

Absolute silence, like an invisible net, instantly enveloped the entire Holy Mountain!
The birds in the mountains stopped singing, the insects stopped chirping, and even the breeze seemed to be terrified by this terrifying atmosphere, ceasing to blow.

Everything, in this deathly silence, awaits the arrival of that unknown terror...

"Buzz—!!!"

The voice was so sharp it seemed to pierce one's eardrums, and it carried a chilling aura from the abyss, striking straight to the depths of one's soul.

A chilling sword cry, like the coldest spring from the deepest abyss, suddenly gushed forth, carrying endless coldness and determination, instantly tearing apart the lingering smoke and bloody stench above the training ground.

The sword's cry was not merely a sound, but more like a tremor of the soul, causing everyone present to tremble involuntarily.

Immediately afterwards, a flash of sword light appeared!
It was a pure, extremely condensed, jet-black sword light. Unlike ordinary sword lights, it was not vast and powerful, but it contained a terrifying will that could sever cause and effect and reincarnation.

This sword light was so fast that it transcended the perception of time, as if it had existed silently since the beginning of the universe. At this moment, it was merely revealing its deadly fangs, preparing to deliver the most fatal blow to the enemy!
Li Huachen's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints at that moment. The sword light magnified infinitely in his vision, and the chilling aura of death surged in like a tide, instantly freezing his soul.

He let out a desperate roar like a dying beast, unleashing all his cultivation in this moment. His arms crossed over his chest like iron gates, and the lightning surging beneath his skin seemed to be drawn by some mysterious force, instantly condensing into an ancient and majestic phantom of a giant lightning shield.

Runes flickered and light flowed on the giant shield, seemingly containing endless power, trying to block that deadly blow!
"BOOM!!!"

However, the power of that sword light far exceeded expectations.

The ear-piercing cracking sound and the muffled roar of energy annihilation exploded at the same moment, as if the heavens and earth had collapsed and the sun and moon had lost their light.

Amidst the horrified and ashen-faced gazes of the remaining elders of Shengxing Mountain, the colossal thunder shield, which embodied Li Huachen's lifelong cultivation and the secret techniques of Shengxing Mountain, proved as fragile and vulnerable as thin ice thrown into a furnace.

Along with its crossed arms, the moment they came into contact with the sword light, they were as if cut by countless invisible blades, disintegrating and annihilating into nothingness!

The sword light did not stop, like the scythe of death, and pierced into Li Huachen's body. At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and everything turned into eternal silence.

"Pfft!"

The sound was dull and short, yet it struck people's hearts like a heavy hammer, making them feel a chill run down their spines!
It was the sound of flesh and blood exploding, the final lament of life before its demise.

At this moment, Li Huachen's upper body seemed to be struck by an invisible yet terrifying giant hammer, or like a fragile piece of porcelain that shattered under the impact of violent force!
The sky was filled with crimson blood mist, like blooming flowers of evil, exuding a nauseating stench.

Only the legs below the waist remained, still standing stiffly in place, the severed ends charred black, as if burned by a raging fire, emitting wisps of smoke, as if the last struggle and extinguishing of the flame of life.

His still relatively intact head rolled helplessly in the blood mist, his face frozen in extreme horror and bewilderment, as if he could not believe what was happening before his eyes even in death.

His mouth opened and closed in vain, but he couldn't make a sound. Only blood and foam kept oozing from the corners of his mouth, staining his pale face red.

Ling Xiao's figure slowly solidified behind the blood mist, like a demon emerging from hell, carrying endless killing intent and indifference.

The longsword in his hand, which had originally emitted a dark, deathly light, was now pointing diagonally at the ground. A drop of viscous blood slowly slid down from the tip of the sword, dripping onto the ground with a soft "drip" sound, yet it struck people's hearts like a heavy hammer.

He grinned, revealing gleaming white teeth. His smile stood out starkly against the blood-red background, a mocking laugh seemingly emanating from the depths of hell: "I forgot to mention, my profession... is that of a demonic cultivator."

The voice was deep and hoarse, carrying endless chill and killing intent.

Before he finished speaking, he flicked his wrist, and the longsword vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed.

Instead, there was a demonic sword whose entire body was shrouded in countless painful and twisted phantoms of souls!
The demonic sword exuded a chilling coldness that seemed capable of freezing one's soul. Its blade hummed incessantly, like the wailing of ten thousand ghosts, their mournful cries rising and falling, sending chills down one's spine!
Ling Xiao's eyes were as cold as frost, as if they could freeze all life.

He held the demonic sword, its tip lightly touching Li Huachen's rolling head from a distance, as if pronouncing his death.

"die!"

With a cold shout, the Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword shone brightly, like the awakened eye of a demon, radiating endless terror and destructive power.

An invisible, overwhelming force of suction descended instantly, as if it would devour everything!

Drawn by this force, the rolling head helplessly flew towards the demonic sword.

"what--!!!"

The last wisp of soul remaining on Li Huachen's head erupted in a shrill scream that was extremely mournful and completely inhuman.

The sound seemed to be a wail from the deepest part of the Netherworld, or a painful roar as if one's soul was being slashed by countless sharp blades at the same time.

His soul was being dragged away as if by millions of invisible hooks, his body twisted into a ball, turning into a gray-white stream of light, struggling and writhing wildly in the void, but ultimately unable to break free from that terrifying suction force, and was instantly sucked into the dark blade of the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword!
On the sword, the countless illusory souls that were already twisted and intertwined suddenly gained another one.