Batian Martial Soul

That was Li Huachen's face. At this moment, his eyes were filled with endless resentment and fear, as if he wanted to drag everything in this world into an endless abyss!
The demonic sword seemed to sense the addition of a new soul, its cry growing increasingly mournful, yet carrying a hint of indescribable joy, like a demon's satisfied murmur after devouring living beings.

The remaining seven elders of the Sacred Mountain Cangyue Realm peak witnessed the terrifying scene that unfolded in the blink of an eye, and felt their livers and gallbladders shatter and their souls fly away!
What of sect honor or disgrace, what of the Demonic Sect's treasures? At this moment, they were all reduced to the most primal and instinctive desire to survive!
The seven people were like startled birds, trembling with fear. Their figures transformed into seven streaks of light, and they fled frantically in all directions, wishing they could sprout wings and escape this terrifying place!

"Want to go?"

Ling Xiao's lips curled into a cruel smile, a smile filled with indifference to life and a thirst for killing.

He casually waved his right hand, as if he were shooing away a swarm of insignificant ants.

In an instant, six terrifying holy puppet demons tore through the sky and crashed down!
They were enormous, with ferocious faces, and exuded a terrifying aura that sent chills down one's spine.

At the same time, nine weapons of different shapes, each exuding an overwhelming aura of slaughter, appeared out of thin air. They were knives, swords, spears, and halberds, and each seemed to contain endless killing and destruction power.

These six holy puppets instantly occupied six positions in the sky, and the astonishing demonic intent released by their weapons intertwined to form a huge killing array that covered the entire ruins of the martial arts arena!
The next moment, the killing formation started spinning and emitted a deafening roar!
It sounded as if heaven and earth were roaring in anger, or as if ten thousand ghosts were wailing in despair!
"Decisive Strike - Six Demon Formation!"

As Ling Xiao's icy voice fell, the six holy puppets simultaneously unleashed a killing intent capable of destroying everything!
Their eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty light, as if they wanted to completely destroy all living things in this world!

Hundreds of millions of sharp and incomparable killing intents poured down like the Milky Way from the heavens, or raged like a storm of metal, instantly engulfing the seven elders below who were fleeing for their lives!
Within this terrifying killing formation, they were as insignificant as ants, utterly unable to withstand the earth-shattering power!

"Boom boom boom...!!!"

The attacks, as dense as a torrential downpour, exploded wildly and recklessly!
Every roar was like the whisper of death in one's ear, sending chills down one's spine and shattering one's heart!

That was the sound of an attack relentlessly destroying protective qi, the sharp sound of an incomparably sharp killing move piercing through the spiritual light of a magical artifact, and the terrifying sound of a sharp blade cutting through flesh and crushing bones!
It was as if countless invisible weapons were simultaneously unleashing the torture of slow slicing, tearing life apart and shredding it piece by piece!
The blood mist, like large clumps of crimson ink being violently stirred, exploded and splashed wildly in the raging storm of killing light!
The scene was like the end of the world, a bloodbath, a horrifying sight!

The shrill and short scream had barely begun when it was instantly drowned out by the overwhelming killing intent, as if it had never existed.

In the blink of an eye!
The terrifying array storm suddenly ceased, like a brief calm before the storm, yet it foreshadowed an even more horrific destruction to come.

The six holy puppets hovered in mid-air, emitting a buzzing sound that seemed to be war drums from hell, awe-inspiring and terrifying.

Their bodies were spotless, as clean as if they had never been in battle, making them even more terrifying and eerie.

Below, where the seven peak Cangyue Realm elders were originally located, has now become a living hell.

Only two pools of flesh remained, completely unrecognizable as minced meat. The minced meat looked as if it had been repeatedly plowed by the most brutal weapon, leaving it bloody, mangled, and a gruesome sight.

Scattered around were fragments of broken magical artifacts. Those once incredibly powerful artifacts were now worthless, like scrap metal.

The other five were fortunate enough to be on the edge of the storm, but they were also severely injured by the terrifying attack and were on the verge of death.

Their limbs were mutilated; some had their arms severed, others had their legs crushed. They lay in pools of blood, convulsing and wailing in despair.

Their eyes were empty and lifeless, as if they had lost all hope and vitality, and had become utterly useless, lambs to the slaughter.

Ling Xiao's eyes were icy cold, devoid of any pity, as he prepared to control the six holy puppets to completely end these five beings who were like ants...

"Buzz!"

Just then, a vast and powerful aura, far surpassing that of the Cangyue Realm, suddenly descended, as if an ancient divine mountain that had been sleeping for billions of years had suddenly awakened!

The aura was so powerful it was suffocating, as if the entire world was about to tremble and submit before it!
The entire gate of Shengxing Mountain was trembling violently, as if it would collapse at any moment.

Space seemed to freeze, time seemed to thicken, and everything became slow and heavy.

A figure appeared silently not far in front of Ling Xiao, as if by magic.

The newcomer's hair and beard were all snow-white, and his face was ancient and simple, revealing the vicissitudes and weight of time.

He wore a simple Taoist robe with cloud patterns. The robe seemed ordinary, but it had a faint spiritual light flowing through it, as if it were in harmony with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.

His eyes were as deep as an abyss, as if they held an endless starry sky, so profound that one dared not look directly at them, yet they seemed to be able to see through all the mysteries of the world.

He simply stood there quietly, his posture as upright as a pine tree, yet he naturally became the center of heaven and earth, as if the whole world revolved slowly around him.

His gaze slowly swept over the scene of devastation before him, where severed limbs lay scattered haphazardly, blood stained the earth, and the air was thick with the pungent smell of blood.

Finally, his gaze fell on the two pools of gruesome flesh and the five elders lying paralyzed in pools of blood, now crippled. A barely perceptible rage and sorrow flashed deep in his pupils.

That fury was an outrage at the horrific scene;

That sorrow was a lament for the tragic fate of their fellow disciples.

This person is none other than the sect leader of Shengxing Mountain—Venerable Hongya!
Venerable Hongya slightly raised his sleeve and gently flicked it.

In an instant, a gentle yet overwhelming force spread out like an invisible tide.

This force, though seemingly gentle, contained boundless power, instantly and gently yet firmly pushing the six holy puppets suspended in the air dozens of feet away!
The holy puppets let out unwilling roars, their demonic energy surging and churning as if they were struggling to break free from the shackles of this power and continue their attack. However, they could not advance even an inch and could only dance futilely in the air.

Venerable Hongya slowly turned his gaze to Lingxiao, his eyes deep and calm, carrying the majesty of someone who had long held a high position and weathered countless storms. He slowly spoke, "You wicked creature! How could you be so ruthless, slaughtering the elders of my Holy Xing Mountain and destroying my sect's sacred ground? This enmity is irreconcilable! My Holy Xing Mountain will never let you get away with this!" (End of this chapter)