Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14247 Don't Let a Single One Go

The woman in black appeared somewhat lonely and forlorn in the dim light, as if she were worried about Ling Xiao's fate.

Ling Xiao followed closely behind her, his eyes firm and his steps steady, as he strode toward the unknown challenge.

The time it takes for an incense stick to burn slowly passed during the quiet and oppressive journey.

The warship sped through the void, and the surrounding stars seemed to be manipulated by an invisible hand, rushing backward at high speed.

Just then, the woman in black who had been silently leading the way suddenly stopped. She stood tall and straight, like a pine tree that stood firm in the wind.

She slowly raised her hand, her slender yet strong fingers pointing straight ahead to a city that was gradually expanding in size. Her voice was low and heavy as she said, "We've arrived. That's the only territory that the Tianyuan Dynasty can still control..."

Those words seemed to contain endless vicissitudes and sorrow, moving people deeply.

Upon hearing the words of the woman in black, Ling Xiao, Xiao Lianzhu, and Ling Bi all looked up.

Their eyes were filled with wariness and curiosity, but as the scene of the city gradually became clearer before their eyes, the three of them frowned at the same time, and their faces showed a solemn expression.

That city, which should have been a bustling and vibrant metropolis, is now like a dead city.

The city walls were dilapidated, as if they had been trampled by countless giant beasts, with cracks and gaps everywhere;

The city gate was half-closed, creaking and groaning, as if telling of endless pain and sorrow;
On the city wall, the flags were tattered and fluttered helplessly in the wind, as if they could be blown down at any moment.

Before we even got really close to the city, a thick, suffocating stench of blood hit us.

The stench of blood, almost tangible, permeated the air, making one want to vomit.

It's like an invisible venomous snake, crawling into a person's body through their nasal cavity, sending a chill down their spine.

Ling Xiao frowned, his voice lowered slightly, tinged with anger and doubt, as he asked, "They... slaughtered all the martial artists of the Tianyuan Dynasty?"

His eyes gleamed with a sharp light, as if trying to pierce through the thick layer of bloody stench and see the truth of the matter.

A flash of pain crossed the woman's eyes, a pain that pierced her heart like a sharp blade.

She slowly closed her eyes, took a deep breath, as if trying to calm the turmoil in her heart.

Then, she slowly opened her eyes and said in a low and helpless voice, "That's how the Holy Temple is. Those who obey me prosper, and those who oppose me perish. There's no reasoning with them."

In their eyes, there is only absolute obedience and absolute destruction; there is no middle ground.

Ling Bi suddenly spoke softly, her voice as clear as a silver bell, yet it sounded particularly abrupt in the oppressive atmosphere: "You don't even spare mortals?"

Her eyes were filled with shock and incomprehension, as if she couldn't believe that such a cruel thing could happen in this world.

The woman in black was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Their creed is to destroy the country and exterminate the race to prevent future troubles."

In their view, only by eliminating the entire population of a country can they ensure their rule remains forever secure.

Her voice was filled with sorrow and helplessness, as if she were sighing for those innocent lives.

Extinction of the race and destruction of the nation.

These four words were like four sharp daggers, piercing Ling Xiao's heart with deep pain.

He was silent for a moment, then uttered only four words: "utterly depraved."

The voice was deep and powerful, as if squeezed out from between teeth, and filled with anger and hatred.

He was also the Overlord Emperor of the Overlord Empire. Although he fought against enemies, he never slaughtered mortals.

In his view, martial artists and ordinary people are almost no longer the same kind of beings.

Warriors possess immense power; their struggles and conquests are for the purpose of seizing resources and territory, and for realizing their own ambitions and aspirations.

Ordinary people, however, are powerless and only want to live a simple and peaceful life.

They should not become victims of martial arts battles, nor should they suffer pain and disaster that are not theirs to bear.

This action by the Holy Church was no longer a war, but pure annihilation.

They were like a group of demons from hell, leaving devastation and ruin wherever they went.

Ling Xiao slowly pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist. The hilt was cold and hard, as if responding to the anger and determination in his heart.

His tone remained calm, yet it carried a chilling undertone: "Then... don't let any of them escape."

The voice was like a judgment from the deepest hell, sending chills down one's spine.

The four of them descended upon the land of the Tianyuan Dynasty like four bolts of lightning.

As soon as Ling Xiao stepped onto this land, he felt his feet go soft, as if he were stepping on a ball of cotton.

He looked down and saw that the soil beneath his feet had been soaked in blood, turning into a dark red swamp.

The dark red soil, like silk stained with blood, emitted a pungent, bloody smell.

The mournful cries of the departed souls echoing in the wind.

The mournful cry, like the howling of ghosts and wolves, was chilling.

It was as if countless wronged souls were wandering in the wind, telling of their pain and misfortune.

The woman in black spoke in a hoarse voice, as if her throat had been sanded, like the whistling of a broken bellows: "To the capital."

The most precious treasures of the Tianyuan Dynasty are all hidden there. Those greedy and ruthless fellows must still be searching and plundering there. We must get there before they take the treasures away.”

Her eyes revealed a resolute and determined look, as if no matter what dangers lay ahead, nothing could stop her from heading to the capital.

Soon after, the four arrived at the capital of the Tianyuan Dynasty.

Before even entering the city, the horrific scene struck everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer.

The city wall collapsed, and huge stones were scattered all over the ground, as if they had been kneaded by an invisible giant hand.
The palace is in ruins. The once magnificent and imposing palace has now become a wasteland. The broken walls and crumbling ruins sway in the wind, as if telling the story of its former glory and present desolation.

The once bustling and prosperous capital city is now a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Countless corpses lay scattered across the streets, their blood forming streams that flowed gently along the stone pavement.

There was an elderly man with white hair, his face still showing fear and despair;

There were frail women and children, their eyes filled with helplessness and sorrow;

Some of the corpses were even cut into several pieces, with blood flowing all over the ground. The scene was so gruesome that it was unbearable to look at.

Even Ling Xiao, who was used to life and death and had a resolute character, couldn't help but frown, and a trace of anger and reluctance flashed in his eyes.

Just then, a burly man dressed in heavy black armor and carrying a giant axe suddenly leaped out from behind the broken wall.

He was tall and imposing, like an iron tower, exuding a chilling and menacing aura.