Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14248 They are not worthy of practicing martial arts
The burly man immediately fixed his gaze on the woman in black, grinning with a lewd and greedy expression: "Didn't expect there to be someone who slipped through the net?"

This young lady is quite beautiful; it'll be perfect for me to have some fun.

His voice boomed like thunder, echoing through the silent streets.

Before he finished speaking, he pounced with a sinister grin, his steps heavy and powerful, each step seemingly about to create a large crater in the ground.

The giant axe in his hand swung with a whooshing sound, creating a sharp gust of wind, as if he were about to cleave the woman in black in two.

The woman in black stood motionless, like a pine tree in the cold wind, her eyes filled with only icy hatred.

That hatred, like a raging fire, seemed intent on turning the enemy before him to ashes.

The burly man had only taken three steps when his body suddenly froze.

His eyes were wide open like saucers, and his face showed a look of horror and disbelief.

A very thin sword mark appeared on his forehead, like a thin red line, which quickly spread down from his forehead to his chin, splitting his face in two.

The next moment, his body was neatly split in two, and blood and internal organs were splattered all over the ground, like a rain of blood.

The bloody scene was enough to send chills down one's spine.

Even in death, his face remained frozen with an expression of greed and astonishment, as if he never understood how he died.

The woman in black looked at Ling Xiao, who had sheathed his sword, and for the first time, a look of fear appeared in her eyes.

She hadn't expected Ling Xiao's swordsmanship to be so superb, and his attack so decisive and ruthless, ending the strong man's life in an instant.

She secretly rejoiced, thankful that she had not become Ling Xiao's enemy.

Ling Xiao didn't even glance at the corpse, as if it were nothing more than an insignificant ant, and walked straight ahead.

His steps were steady and firm, and his eyes revealed a coldness and determination, as if he wanted to sweep away all the evil in the city.

The deeper one ventures into the city, the more desolate the scene becomes.

Under the eaves, a mother and child died in each other's arms. The mother held her child tightly in her arms, as if she wanted to use her own body to shield her child from all danger.

On the street corner, a child was pinned to the wall by a spear, his eyes wide open, filled with fear and pain.

In the past, the Imperial City Square was piled high with corpses, like a mountain built with blood and lives.

The horrific scene made one feel as if they were in hell, filling their hearts with anger and sorrow.

Ling Bi suddenly stopped her hurried steps. Her figure appeared somewhat frail in the afterglow of the setting sun, yet it exuded an undeniable determination.

She spoke softly, her voice, though gentle, was like a sharp blade, piercing straight into this bloody and cruel reality: "They are not worthy of practicing martial arts."

His words were filled with indignation at the horrific scene before him and contempt for the inhuman warriors who were slaughtering indiscriminately.

In her view, martial artists should be righteous and protect the common people, but the actions of these people in front of her went against the true nature of martial artists, and they were not worthy of possessing this powerful force.

Ling Xiao sighed softly after hearing Ling Bi's words.

His gaze drifted into the distance, a hint of helplessness and relief in his eyes, and he said slowly, "There's no need to be too angry. This world is inherently complex and chaotic, and there are always some things that don't deserve to be human."

Driven by selfish desires, they resorted to any means necessary, losing their most basic humanity.

People like that should be killed; there's no need to get angry at them.

It's not worth ruining your health by getting angry.

We have more important things to do; we can't let these clowns affect our mood.

His voice was calm and peaceful, as if it possessed a magical power that could slightly quell the anger in Ling Bi's heart.

Just then, a person slowly walked out from a palace that had not yet completely collapsed.

This person walked with steady steps, each step seemingly touching the hearts of everyone present.

He was clad in silver armor, which gleamed coldly in the setting sun, making him appear like a messenger from hell.

The twelve-foot-long halberd in his hand gleamed coldly, exuding a chilling aura.

His aura had reached the peak of the Cangyue Realm, and his powerful aura spread outwards like a surging tide.

He saw Ling Xiao and the other two, his pupils contracted slightly, and a hint of wariness and doubt flashed in his eyes. He was about to ask, "Who are you...?"

However, before she could utter the word "me," Ling Bi had already vanished from the spot like a ghost!

She moved incredibly fast, like a bolt of lightning streaking across the night sky, leaving no time for anyone to react.

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A sword light flashed like lightning, tearing through the sky and slashing towards us with fierce momentum!

The sword light was like a giant silver dragon, baring its fangs and claws as it pounced on the silver-armored cultivator.

The silver-armored cultivator was horrified and tried to block, his heart filled with shock. He hadn't expected Ling Bi to be so fast and her attacks so fierce.

He hurriedly raised his halberd, trying to block the fatal blow.

However, before the halberd was even halfway raised, the sword flashed like lightning and pierced through his heart...

He looked down at the bowl-sized hole in his chest, where blood gushed out like a fountain, staining his silver-white armor red.

He looked incredulously at Ling Bi, who had somehow returned to her original spot, his eyes filled with fear and resentment.

His throat made a gurgling sound, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word.

His body was trembling slightly, as if he were struggling to live in the last moments of his life.

Finally, he collapsed to the ground and died.

His body crashed heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust, as if it were the end of his life.

The woman in black stared blankly at Ling Bi, as if she were seeing this person for the first time.

She hadn't expected that Ling Bi, who seemed so delicate, possessed such astonishing strength and a decisive style of doing things.

Her eyes were filled with surprise and admiration, and she gained a completely new understanding of Ling Bi.

Ling Bi's gaze had already fallen into the depths of the palace.

Her gaze became deep and resolute, as if she had seen an enemy lurking in the darkness.

There, even more powerful auras are awakening.

"Insanity!"

This furious roar, like a thunderclap from the heavens, carried boundless majesty and rage, and suddenly descended from the sky without warning.

The sound was like a divine judgment, carrying an unquestionable majesty that made one's eardrums ache.

Following closely behind was a terrifying pressure that was almost solidified. This pressure was like a surging mountain collapse and tsunami, or like a dark cloud that covered the sky and sun, pressing down from the depths of the deep and mysterious clouds.
Wherever it passed, the air seemed to freeze, and time seemed to stand still.

Everything around, from the ruins to the rubble and dust on the ground, trembled under the oppressive force.

But in that instant, it was as if time was gently turned by an invisible hand, breaking the suffocating stalemate.