Batian Martial Soul

In an instant, the surrounding space seemed to be tightly gripped by an invisible hand, turning into an invisible prison of heaven and earth.

The cage relentlessly crushed down on Ling Bi, Xiao Lianzhu, and Ling Xiao, squeezing the air and creating a sharp whistling sound wherever it went.

This represents a higher level of absolute control over the laws of heaven and earth. Master Hongmu used himself as a guide to mobilize the power of heaven and earth in an attempt to completely suppress these three people.

Ling Xiao remained expressionless, like a cold and imposing mountain peak, unmoved by the raging storm of heaven and earth.

He didn't even look at the overwhelming force of heaven and earth, as if it were nothing more than a trivial breeze.

The wrist holding the sword moved extremely slightly, a movement so subtle that it was almost imperceptible.

Draw your sword!

cut!
The movements were extremely simple, without any frills or hesitation, and so fast that they transcended the transmission of thought; it was as if time itself stood still for that instant.

An invisible sword aura, condensed to its extreme, seemed to be born from the void, silently breaking through the air!

This sword energy had no earth-shattering sound, no dazzling light, as if it did not belong to this mortal world, but came from another mysterious space.

It was like an invisible blade, carrying a terrifying power capable of cutting through "existence" itself, as it met the vast power of heaven and earth.

The vast power of heaven and earth, which was summoned by Master Hongmu and was powerful enough to crush stars, was like ice and snow encountering their nemesis in the face of this invisible sword energy.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the power of heaven and earth was like silk being cut by a sharp blade, silently splitting, dissolving, and annihilating, as if it had never existed.

The sword energy continued its momentum, like an angry dragon, carrying a sharp killing intent, and went straight for Master Hongmu!

A genuine look of surprise finally appeared in Master Hongmu's weathered eyes!

He never expected that this seemingly young junior could unleash such terrifying swordsmanship, easily breaking through the power of heaven and earth he had mobilized.

He dared not be negligent, and his withered right fist was thrust out flatly towards the incoming sword energy.

This punch, seemingly slow, seemed to embody the weight of countless ages, with every flow of power containing the ultimate truths of heaven and earth.

Wherever the fist passed, space collapsed and twisted layer by layer, as if it wanted to devour everything around it.

"boom!"

In an instant, a deep, muffled thud, so loud it seemed to stop everyone's heart from beating, struck the very depths of everyone's soul like a heavy hammer blow.

The sound was like the prelude to the collapse of heaven and earth, or the roar of the destruction of the universe, making the whole world tremble.

The moment the sword energy collided with the fist, the space seemed to be violently kneaded by an invisible giant hand.

The once stable space silently vanished, creating a black hole as deep as the abyss of the universe.

The black hole flickered with an eerie light, as if concealing countless unknown terrors.

The raging spatial turbulence, like a wild horse unleashed, surged wildly out of the black hole, tearing everything in its path to shreds.

However, before this raging spatial turbulence could unleash its full power, it was forcibly calmed down by an even more powerful force.

That power was like a majestic monarch, allowing no resistance or disobedience, instantly restoring peace to the chaotic space.

The sword energy was forced to stop!

It was like a giant dragon that had been bound, hovering three inches in front of the Redwood Master's fist.

The light flashing on the sword energy resembled the angry gaze of a dragon, yet it could no longer advance an inch.

The air was thick with tension, as if an even more terrifying explosion was about to occur at any moment.

However, in that split second, time seemed to be paused by an invisible hand...

Ling Bi's figure appeared behind Master Hongmu like a ghost, seemingly out of nowhere.

Her movements were so light and graceful, like a falling feather, that she made not a sound.

She maintained the posture of sheathing her sword after swinging it, her movements elegant and composed.

Her long, black hair swayed gently in the ripples of space, like black silk dancing in the wind, breathtakingly beautiful.

Xiao Lianzhu stood not far away, having just put away the hand seal she had been forming.

Her hands hung gracefully at her sides, and she smiled slightly, a smile as warm and gentle as the spring sunshine.

It was as if all of this was within her expectations, as if she had foreseen this outcome long ago.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment, and the whole world fell into a deathly silence.

All eyes were fixed on Makoto Hongmu, awaiting his reaction.

Master Hongmu slowly withdrew his fist, the movement slow and heavy, as if every inch of movement required immense effort.

He looked down at his chest and saw a tiny, almost invisible crack that had quietly appeared on the chest where his true spirit imprint had been formed.

The crack was like a venomous snake lurking in the darkness, silently eroding his body.

The cracks spread rapidly, like shattered porcelain, with fine lines spreading across his chest, as if his body would shatter completely at any moment.

He slowly turned around, his movements slow and stiff, as if an elderly man were moving his feet with difficulty.

He looked at the figure in pure white behind him—Ling Bi, his weathered eyes filled with complex and indescribable emotions.

There was shock in his voice, as if he had witnessed the most incredible thing in the world; there was admiration, an acknowledgment and appreciation of Ling Bi's strength; and there was even a hint of... relief?
In that instant, it was as if he had let go of all his burdens and obsessions.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his lips, a smile as fleeting and precious as a shooting star in the night sky.

His voice was ethereal, as if it came from eternity ago, carrying a sense of detachment and transcendence born of a lifetime of experience: "I never imagined... that such a desolate world... could give birth to such... monsters... truly... monsters..."

His words contained both a sense of lament for the end times and awe for Ling Bi and the others, as if at this moment he had seen through everything in the world.

The voice lingered, like a gentle breeze carrying endless sorrow, slowly dissipating in the air.

His figure, imprinted with the mark of the true spirit, was now as fragile as a candle flickering in the wind, swaying helplessly in the breeze.

Each flicker of light is like life slowly fading away; the shimmering light seems to be his final attachment and reluctance to leave this world.

Finally, with another gentle breeze blowing, his figure completely turned into specks of shimmering dust.

Those specks of light, like twinkling stars in the night sky, carried a poignant despair as they drifted slowly between heaven and earth, as if it were a silent farewell.

As the light faded into the distance, his last trace in this world vanished completely, leaving no trace whatsoever. (End of Chapter)