Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14239 You have no chance

Ling Xiao said coldly, "If it were you or me being exploited to the bone and having our possessions emptied, would you be willing to accept it?"

"That old bastard from Red Cliff is probably hiding in some dark corner right now, cursing our ancestors for eighteen generations with the most vicious curses."

"He must be seething with hatred, plotting how to lure the jackals of the Nirvana Realm here."

“Those guys from the Realm of Nirvana are all ruthless and insatiably greedy. Once they are lured here, they will pounce on us like hungry wolves, tearing us apart and devouring us whole, just to get a few scraps from their Holy Mountain so that they can continue to eke out a living in this cruel world.”

As he spoke, he slowly stood up, and his aura suddenly changed, like a ferocious beast about to awaken.

Before he finished speaking, his figure moved slightly and disappeared from the spot like a ghost, so fast that people could hardly see his movements.

Only a faint ripple of space remained, slowly spreading across the bridge. The ripple, like the waves stirred up by a pebble thrown into a calm lake, quickly disappeared without a trace, as if he had never been there at all.

A sudden silence fell over the bridge, leaving only Xiao Lianzhu and Ling Bi standing there quietly, their eyes revealing a hint of worry and vigilance.

……

Shengxing Mountain, where the once magnificent and prosperous main hall is now a ruin, is devastated.

The howling wind whistled through the broken doors and windows, making a sharp sound, as if it were the painful lament of this once sacred place.

The floor inside the hall was covered with cracks and bloodstains, and broken walls and ruins were piled up haphazardly. The air was filled with a pungent smell of blood and decay.

Venerable Red Cliff slumped beside a broken jade pillar. The pillar, which had been crystal clear and radiating a soft light, was now broken in two and lay on the ground, just like his shattered dignity and hope.

His once dignified and otherworldly face was now twisted like a demon, his facial muscles twitching incessantly, his eyes filled with boundless hatred and madness, as if he wanted to tear Ling Xiao and the others to pieces.

The hastily bandaged bandage on his severed arm was already soaked in blood. Dark red blood flowed down his arm and dripped onto the ground, forming shocking blood spots that made the scene even more tragic.

He gripped a cracked black communication talisman tightly, the cracks mirroring his shattered heart. His fingernails dug into the talisman as if he wanted to crush it.

His body trembled slightly with anger and hatred, and each breath he took was a heavy gasp.

"Ling Xiao, and those other two damned little bastards!!"

He suddenly let out a hoarse roar, a voice like the last struggle of a trapped beast in a desperate situation, filled with despair and rage, "They stole my foundation, they humiliated my sect... I swear I will not be a man if I do not avenge this!"

"I, Venerable Red Cliff, have never suffered such humiliation in my life. You wait, I will make you pay a terrible price!"

He suddenly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes like two burning fireballs, and fiercely swept over the few remaining pale-faced elders in the hall.

The elders all lowered their heads, trembling, and dared not meet his gaze.

Their faces were filled with fear and despair, as if they could already see their tragic end.

Venerable Red Cliff shouted sternly, "Immediately! Immediately send this Blood Curse Communication Talisman to the Heavenly Abyss Holy Hall!"

"Tell the Holy Master of Tianyuan Temple! Tell him that Ling Xiao, who possesses the Demonic Sect's most precious treasure, and his accomplices have just left my Holy Xing Mountain. Their coordinates are... uh!"

His roar stopped abruptly, as if someone had suddenly grabbed his neck.

A cold, dark, deathly sword tip emerged from his chest without warning!

The sword tip was like a demon's claw from hell, carrying an endless aura of death.

On the tip of the sword, a drop of crimson blood slowly condensed, like a crystal-clear ruby ​​filled with the threat of death, before dripping down and hitting the cold ground with a soft but terrifying "tap".

The sound echoed in the silent hall, like the tolling of a death knell.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment, and the whole world became quiet.

The howling wind stopped, and the dust seemed to be frozen in the air.

The madness and hatred on Venerable Red Cliff's face froze instantly, as if he had been frozen in place, turning into utter astonishment and disbelief.

His eyes were wide open, as if he couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes.

He struggled, slowly twisting his neck, trying to look behind him, wanting to know who had delivered this fatal blow.

"Ho...ho..."

A strange sound, like a broken bellows, came from Venerable Red Cliff's throat. The sound was hoarse, dry, and intermittent, as if it were the last struggle of a life about to burn out.

His lips trembled violently, as if he wanted to say something, but it was as if an invisible hand was gripping his throat, and he could not utter a single word.

His eyes were filled with resentment, anger, and despair. His former lofty and majestic demeanor had vanished without a trace, leaving only endless fear and pain.

In the reflection of his gradually blurring pupils, Ling Xiao's face, bearing a sinister smile, came into view.

Ling Xiao's face was pressed against the back of his head, and his smile was like that of a demon from hell, cold and cruel, making people shudder.

Ling Xiao's lips curled up slightly, revealing a set of white yet sharp teeth, his eyes flashing with a playful and mocking light.

"I knew it... you old dog, you can't swallow this insult."

Ling Xiao's voice was like a cold wind blowing from the depths of hell, icy and piercing, with a chilling mockery, "You usually rely on the power of Shengxing Mountain to act arrogantly and domineeringly."

"Now that I've trampled you underfoot, how could you possibly let this go?"

"What a pity, what a pity, you'll never have the chance to wag your tail and call for your master."

"Your so-called powerful backers can't save you now."

Before he could finish speaking, Ling Xiao twisted his wrist sharply!
This twist seemed to contain boundless power, causing the surrounding air to distort.

The Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword in his hand emitted a series of low roars, its blade shimmering with a dark light, like a long-dormant black dragon suddenly awakening.

"laugh--!"

The Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword unleashed a terrifying, deathly sword aura!

The sword energy, like a surging black tide, swept outwards with a destructive force.

Wherever it went, it tore the space open with tiny cracks and emitted a sharp whistling sound.

The body of Venerable Red Cliff suddenly swelled from the inside out, as if being inflated.

His skin turned bright red, and his veins writhed beneath his skin like earthworms, as if an invisible force was raging within him.

Immediately afterwards, his body exploded amidst a tearing of dark sword light!