Batian Martial Soul

Summoning the Ancestor... failed!
These four words, like heavy boulders, crashed down on the hearts of every person at Shengxing Mountain.

The ancestral summoning was originally a highly anticipated event, which was thought to be able to turn the tide with the ancestral master's true spirit imprint. However, unexpectedly, the ancestral master's true spirit imprint, which was once regarded as an invincible symbol, was destroyed by two swords!

This is not only the dissipation of the ancestral spirit, but also the complete annihilation of the dignity and hope of Shengxing Mountain.

Dead!

Absolute silence enveloped the entire Holy Mountain!
It was as if time itself had stopped flowing at that moment, and the air itself had solidified.

Below, Venerable Red Cliff and all the remaining elders and disciples collapsed limply to the ground, as if all their bones had been removed.

Their faces were deathly pale, like sheets of white paper, and their eyes had completely lost their light, leaving only endless fear and despair.

In ordinary times, the imprint of the ancestral spirit is their most solid support and the source of their confidence when facing all difficulties and challenges.

They had imagined countless times that, under the protection of the ancestral spirit, Mount Shengxing would stand forever, its might awe-inspiring in all directions.

However, reality was so cruel that their last hope and greatest reliance vanished into thin air under the opponent's two sword strikes!
Those two swords, like two sharp blades, ruthlessly shattered all their fantasies and expectations, pushing them into the abyss of despair.

In mid-air, Ling Xiao slowly turned around, his movements calm and composed, as if everything was within his expectations.

His gaze was like a frozen pool, cold and deep, falling on the ashen-faced Venerable Red Cliff.

That gaze seemed to pierce through one's soul, sending a chill down the spine of Venerable Red Cliff.

His voice remained calm, without the slightest ripple, yet it carried an undeniable final judgment: "Four hundred million mid-grade spirit crystals."

These few simple words exploded in Venerable Red Cliff's ears like a bombshell.

“Or,” Ling Xiao paused slightly, his tone still calm, but it made everyone present feel their hearts race.

“Shengxing Mountain is removed from the list today.”

These words, like a cold declaration of death, plunged the entire Holy Mountain into a deathly silence.

"select."

The last word fell like a cold iron hammer, striking the hearts of every survivor of Holy Mountain!
The sound was like the call of death, filling them with immense fear and despair.

Venerable Red Cliff trembled violently, his body shaking uncontrollably.

His lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word.

In his eyes, struggle, humiliation, and fear intertwined, forming a complex and painful picture.

Four hundred million!

This is practically emptying the treasure trove that Shengxing Mountain has accumulated over thousands of years!

That might not even be enough!
Although Shengxing Mountain has a profound foundation, 400 million mid-grade spirit crystals is not a small amount, which will undoubtedly push Shengxing Mountain into a desperate situation.

However, if he did not agree, Shengxing Mountain would be removed from the list of immortals today and disappear from the cultivation world forever, which was something he was unwilling to see under any circumstances.

He was caught in a deep pain and struggle, unsure of what to do.

Just as his heart trembled violently, and he felt as if he were a lone boat in a raging storm, tossed about by the surging waves, in that moment of hesitation...

That brief moment felt like an endless ordeal between life and death, with every thought colliding wildly in my mind.

Ling Xiao raised his empty left hand with the grace and speed of a ghost, and gently waved it towards an elder who was hiding behind broken walls and ruins a hundred feet away, secretly crushing a communication jade talisman.

The movement appeared gentle and weak, yet it seemed to contain boundless power and killing intent, like the scythe wielded by the Grim Reaper, carrying an irresistible majesty.

"laugh!"

A tiny, almost invisible sword thread appeared out of thin air!

The sword thread was as thin as a hair, yet the moment it appeared, it froze the surrounding air.

It gleamed with a cold, icy light, like a venomous snake lurking in the darkness, silently pouncing towards its target.

The elder was completely unaware of the impending danger. His entire attention was focused on the communication jade talisman in his hand, and he was convinced that he could send the message out unnoticed.

However, just when he thought he had succeeded, the sword thread flashed across his body like lightning.

His hand, which was holding the jade talisman, along with half of his head, slipped silently off!

The fracture surface is as smooth as a mirror, as if it had been meticulously polished by the most skilled craftsman.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, but was instantly suppressed by that invisible force, without spilling a single drop.

The body slumped to the ground, the jade talisman in its hand crumbling into pieces, like his shattered hopes and life.

simply!

neat!

No warning!

Like crushing an ant!
This silent killing plunged the entire scene into a deathly stillness.

Everyone stared in horror at the corpse, as if they could see their own impending fate.

This silent slaughter completely shattered the last shred of hope of Venerable Red Cliff!
He shuddered, as if struck by an invisible lightning bolt, his body trembling uncontrollably.

The last trace of color had drained from her face, leaving it as pale as a sheet of paper, devoid of any life.

He stared in horror at Ling Xiao's raised left hand, which seemed poised to strike him at any moment. To him, that left hand was like the call of death, filling him with immense fear and despair.

He roared with all his might, "Give it! We'll give it to you!!!"

The voice was hoarse and desperate, like a wail from the depths of hell, filled with endless humiliation.

Every word seemed to have been written with all his might, carrying his fear of death and his desire to live.

Ling Xiao watched as Venerable Hongya scrambled towards the sect's secret vault, his back view a pathetic mess, like a stray dog ​​desperately fleeing through the ruins.

He stroked his chin, a slight smile playing on his lips, and chuckled, "Do you think this old bastard might run off with the rest of his possessions? Heh, that's quite interesting."

The voice carried a hint of mockery and amusement, as if he had everything under control.

Ling Bi's gaze swept over the disciples of Shengxing Mountain below, who were trembling like lambs to the slaughter. Their faces were filled with fear and despair, and their eyes revealed confusion and helplessness about the future.

Her voice was calm and even, like still water in a cold pool, without a ripple: "Unless he is willing to give up this entire mountain of property and be like a stray dog, ridiculed by all the heavens and the myriad worlds, and cursed by the heroic spirits of the ancestors of Holy Mountain, he will have no choice but to obediently hand over the things."

Her tone was firm and resolute, as if she had seen through the heart of Venerable Red Cliff.

She paused, then turned to look at Ling Xiao. Her clear eyes reflected the dust of the ruins, and even that dust seemed to tell a story in her eyes. (End of Chapter)