Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14250 Kill
The demonic tiger's crimson eyes were fixed on Ling Xiao, like two burning flames, its fangs bared, exuding a chilling aura.

The general stood tall and straight, his face cold and stern, his eyes filled with arrogance and disdain. He was about to speak, intending to threaten and provoke Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao interrupted him coldly, his voice as cold as ice, devoid of any emotion: "No need for further nonsense."

Either you kill me, or…

As he said this, a sharp killing intent suddenly flashed in his eyes, a killing intent like a tangible blade, making one feel as if a cold dagger was pressed against their throat.

"I'll kill you all!" Ling Xiao's words were resounding, as if they were a pronouncement of fate.

Before he finished speaking, Ling Xiao stomped his right foot on the ground with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to shatter the earth.

His body instantly transformed into a streak of light, moving at a speed that was dazzling, like lightning streaking across the night sky, rushing straight towards the army formation!
The longsword in his hand gleamed with a cold light, like the scythe of death, carrying endless killing intent.

"Kill—!" The Holy Temple general roared, his voice echoing across the battlefield like thunder.

A hundred riders charged out in unison, like a hundred arrows released from a bow, rushing towards Lingxiao with an indomitable momentum.

The swords in their hands gleamed with a cold light, like stars in the night sky, carrying a deadly threat.

Instantly, the sounds of clashing swords, roars, and tiger howls mingled together, echoing through the sky.

The sound was like an apocalyptic symphony, sending chills down one's spine.

The battlefield was in chaos, with dust flying and blood splattering, resembling a living hell.

Ling Xiao moved freely amidst the tidal wave of attacks, his figure as elusive as a ghost.

He wielded his longsword with impenetrable speed, each swing taking a life.

The cavalry, not to be outdone, worked closely together, attempting to overwhelm Lingxiao in this torrent of iron cavalry.

During a break in the fierce battle, Ling Xiao slightly raised his head and glanced at the vast and boundless sky.

In the azure sky, a few white clouds drifted leisurely, like a tranquil and timeless painting.

But at this moment, this tranquility stands in stark contrast to the bloody battlefield he is on.

His lips curled slightly upward, forming a confident yet aloof smile, a smile that conveyed disdain for the predicament before him and certainty of victory.

The next moment, he suddenly exerted force with both feet, and his body shot into the sky like a cannonball, soaring straight into the heavens.

His speed was so fast that it seemed to tear space apart, and the surrounding air was whistling as he moved it.

In mid-air, he moved with agility, like an eagle soaring high, the long sword in his hand gleaming with a cold light, like the most brilliant star in the night sky.

Then, he spotted a dense crowd below, let out a loud shout, and with a thunderous roar, slashed his sword fiercely into the crowd.

The sword light was like a cascading Milky Way, carrying a world-destroying momentum. Wherever it passed, the air was cut and emitted a sharp whistling sound.

At this moment, on the edge of the battlefield, the woman in black stood quietly, her eyes deep and complex, like a deep pool, unfathomable.

She took a deep look at Ling Xiao, who was fighting like he was in an empty field, her eyes filled with both amazement and admiration, as well as a hint of indescribable loneliness.

A moment later, she quietly turned around, her steps light yet firm, and slowly walked away, leaving behind only a lonely and mysterious figure that gradually disappeared into the lingering smoke.

In the center of the battlefield, Ling Xiao was already surrounded.

These hundred Holy Templars were no ordinary men.

Among them were seven powerful individuals at the low level of the Great Sun Realm. They exuded a scorching and powerful aura, like seven blazing suns, making it impossible for anyone to look directly at them.

The rest of the people were all experts at the peak of the Cangyue Realm, each possessing considerable strength.

When they joined forces to form an array, the power of the array merged as it operated, resulting in a power that more than doubled.

That powerful aura, like a surging tide, surged towards Ling Xiao wave after wave, as if to completely engulf him.

In a one-on-one fight, given Ling Xiao's strength, none of these people could withstand a single blow from his sword.

His swordsmanship was incredibly fierce; every strike carried the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, and no one could stop him wherever he went.

At this moment, however, the hundred people formed a battle formation, their powers mingling, creating an unbreakable whole.

Their teamwork was excellent, and their offense and defense were well-organized, which allowed them to suppress Ling Xiao completely, making it difficult for him to unleash his full strength.

boom!
Ling Xiao felt an overwhelming force rushing towards him, which he was unable to resist. His body was like a kite with a broken string, and he was blasted back hundreds of feet.

His feet carved two deep furrows in the ground, raising clouds of dust.

Before he could even regain his footing, several spears shot through the air like lightning.

The spear gleamed with a cold light, carrying a sharp killing intent, as if it wanted to pierce him into a sieve.

Ling Xiao's gaze sharpened, and his longsword instantly swung, spinning like a windmill.

A series of "crack" sounds rang out, and the gun barrels that were attacking the guns shattered instantly, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

At the same time, he suddenly threw out his left fist again, shouting, "Evil Dragon Breaking Boundary Fist!"

That fist was like a cannonball, carrying terrifying power and a scorching heat.

The air ignited as the fist passed by, emitting a sizzling sound.

More than ten cavalrymen were unable to dodge in time and were instantly blasted into a bloody mist. Their blood rained down, staining the ground red.

But the next moment, something unexpected happened.

A long spear, like a venomous snake, silently pierced out from the crowd, moving with incredible speed, making it impossible to defend against.

Ling Xiao felt a chill between his brows; the spear had pierced his brow!

clang!
The sound of metal clashing was deafening, like thunder booming from the heavens.

The sound was sharp and piercing, causing those around to instinctively cover their ears.

Ling Xiao retreated several steps again, the ground beneath his feet collapsing under his weight.

However, there was only one white mark between his eyebrows, which looked like a tiny centipede and stood out conspicuously on his resolute face.

A physical body equivalent to the Great Sun Realm is no ordinary thing.

This powerful physical defense gave him an extra layer of protection on this dangerous battlefield.

"Again!" Ling Xiao's eyes were blazing with fighting spirit, his gaze like a burning flame, as if he wanted to set the entire battlefield ablaze.

He roared and transformed into a sharp sword light once again, charging into the enemy ranks.

With each flash of sword light, a head would fly off, and blood would gush out like a fountain.

The scene was both tragic and spectacular, inspiring awe in all who beheld it.

But the Holy Templars were simply too powerful. After a long period of training and practice, their teamwork had reached a level of perfection.

Each combined attack was like a meticulously designed trap, leaving Ling Xiao defenseless.

The powerful force caused his blood to surge, and his internal organs felt as if they were about to shift.