Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14243 Do you have a grudge against the Holy Temple?

Ling Xiao's figure appeared above his head without warning, like a ghost!

The speed was beyond imagination, as if it had crossed the boundaries of time and space. One moment it was nowhere to be seen, and the next it was already standing in mid-air.

The Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword in his hand, emitting a deathly black light, was like a murderous weapon from the deepest hell, exuding a chilling aura.

Black light flashed on the sword, as if countless wronged souls were roaring, and with a soul-tearing shriek, it slashed straight down!

This sword strike was as powerful as thunder, carrying a destructive force that tore the air apart wherever it passed, producing a sharp whistling sound, as if death itself was calling out.

The old man was terrified; in that instant, he felt the aura of death engulf him like a tidal wave.

The instinct for survival burned like a blazing fire within him, driving him to react.

His body leaned backward abruptly, the movement extremely awkward, like a drunkard who had lost his balance, yet it contained an endless will to survive.

He performed an extremely awkward bridge move, his entire body almost parallel to the ground, his knees bent, and his hands frantically supporting him behind his back, narrowly avoiding a craniotomy.

The Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword, carrying a sharp sword wind, whistled past the tip of his nose, the force of which stung his cheek.

But before he could fully regain his footing, a cold light suddenly flashed before his eyes!
The cold light, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, stung his eyes.

Hundreds of clones!
Like a cheetah that has been lying in wait for a long time, they suddenly burst forth from completely different blind spots.

These clones were exactly like Ling Xiao himself, exuding a cold aura and holding sharp blades that gleamed with a cold light.

They were like a pre-woven net of death, instantly sealing off all of the old man's escape routes!
The cold light crisscrossed, weaving into a dense net in the void, cutting through the void and emitting a teeth-grinding "hissing" sound, as if the void itself was groaning in pain.

The cold light was like a surging torrent, instantly engulfing the old man completely, leaving him nowhere to escape.

"Aaaaaah!! Break it for me!!"

At the heart of the storm of cold light, came the old man's roar of shock and rage!

The roar echoed in the void like thunder, filled with anger and resentment.

A terrifying aura, far exceeding anything seen before, suddenly erupted, surging and powerful like a volcanic eruption.

Wherever this aura passed, most of the raging cold light around it was shattered, turning into specks of light that dissipated into the void.

An energy vortex formed around the old man's body, with howling winds whipping up the surrounding rubble and dust, creating black tornadoes.

But in this delicate gap where the old strength had just been exhausted and the new strength had not yet been generated, it was as if fate was playing a cruel joke.

"Pfft!"

A soft sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

Although the sound was faint, it struck everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer.

Time seemed to stand still once again.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the center of the storm of cold light, and no one dared to breathe.

All the sword light suddenly dissipated, vanishing without a trace like the receding tide.

The old man was left standing there, with deep wounds all over his body, from which blood gushed out, staining his clothes red.

The old man stood frozen in place, as if he had been frozen in place by a spell, unable to move.

His eyes were wide open, almost bulging out, filled with disbelief.

He slowly and mechanically looked down, his gaze falling on the sword piercing through his brow, as if he couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes.

A jet-black longsword, like a deadly weapon from the deepest hell, had pierced his brow with perfect precision.

The sword gleamed with a cold, eerie light, as if it contained an endless aura of death.

The sword tip emerged from the back of his head, dripping red and white fluid. The scarlet blood mixed with the milky white brain matter, slowly sliding down the blade and dripping onto the ground, splashing up shocking blood flowers.

Ling Xiao's figure was close to the old man, as silent as a ghost.

His hand holding the sword was as steady as a rock, without the slightest tremor, as if this strike was nothing more than an easy task for him.

His gaze was cold and resolute, without a trace of pity or hesitation.

"You...you actually dared to touch...the Heavenly Abyss...the Holy Temple..."

The old man's throat made a gurgling sound, as if an invisible hand was choking him.

His remaining consciousness issued a final threat, a weak and trembling voice filled with resentment and anger.

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with endless resentment.

Ling Xiao remained expressionless, as if he hadn't heard the old man's threat.

He flicked his wrist slightly; the movement seemed casual, yet it contained immense power.

"Hey!"

With a crisp sound, the old man's head flew off, tracing an arc through the air like a severed tree branch.

The shock and resentment on his face were frozen in that moment, his eyes wide open, as if he had died with his eyes open in disbelief.

The headless corpse swayed, like a puppet with its strings cut, and fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Ling Xiao skillfully raised his hand and grabbed, his movements fluid and without the slightest hesitation.

A storage ring embroidered with dark gold patterns flew from the corpse into his palm.

The storage ring emitted a faint light, and the dark gold patterns on it shimmered with a mysterious aura, as if it concealed countless secrets and riches.

He didn't even look at it, and put it away as if it were just a trivial matter.

After doing all this, he turned around and looked at the black-clad woman who was staring in disbelief not far away.

The woman in black stood there, her mouth slightly open, her eyes wide open, her face filled with horror, as if she had witnessed the most unbelievable thing in the world.

The woman in black swallowed hard, her voice unusually clear in the silent air.

She struggled to suppress her shock and asked in a hoarse voice, "You... have a grudge against the Holy Temple?"

Her voice trembled slightly, clearly still recovering from the shock she had just experienced.

Ling Xiao nodded, which was taken as an admission.

His expression remained indifferent, and he didn't say much.

The woman in black's eyes lit up, as if she had seen a glimmer of hope.

She hurriedly said, "They are currently ravaging and looting our land!"

"Wherever they went, there was devastation, and the people suffered terribly."

Her tone was filled with anger and helplessness, as if she were recounting her own tragic experience.

"Hasn't the Tianyuan Dynasty always supported the Holy Temple?"

Ling Xiao raised an eyebrow, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

He had also heard about the relationship between the Tianyuan Dynasty and the Holy Temple, which seemed to contradict what the woman in black had said.