Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14251 Fight to the Death
If Ling Xiao hadn't been wearing the Great Sun Realm armor, which emitted a mysterious light and blocked most of the attacks, he would have already been seriously injured and collapsed.

Even so, he continued to fight tenaciously on this brutal battlefield, his figure like an indomitable war god, moving everyone to tears.

kill!

kill!

kill!

Ling Xiao's eyes were now completely stained with blood, and only one burning and resolute thought remained in his mind, like an inextinguishable raging fire.

That frenzied killing intent surged wildly within him, as if it would burst every blood vessel in his body.

He recalled the various atrocities committed by the Holy Templars along their journey. They treated all living beings like dirt, wantonly trampled on life, and left behind a trail of suffering and displacement wherever they went.

Those desperate faces and those painful cries pierced his heart like sharp steel needles.

"Since the Holy Temple is so cruel and ruthless, then I have no need to show any mercy either!" Ling Xiao roared inwardly, his eyes filled with boundless anger and determination. "Today, it's either you or me who dies. I will make you pay a terrible price for the crimes you have committed!"

At that moment, he suddenly flipped his left hand, and a bloodthirsty knife exuding an eerie aura appeared in his palm.

The bloodthirsty blade was crimson, as if it had been soaked in blood, and was covered with mysterious and evil runes. The runes shimmered with an eerie light, as if countless wronged souls were wailing within them.

With the sword and blade combined, Ling Xiao's killing intent instantly intensified, becoming like a tangible blade that chilled the surrounding air to the bone.

The sword light poured down like a silver river, carrying a sharp edge, and wherever it passed, the space was cut apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound;
The blade flashed like a blood-red setting sun, radiating a scorching and terrifying aura. Each swing brought forth a storm of blood and gore.

Ling Xiao fought with increasing ferocity, his figure moving like a ghost, darting freely through the Holy Temple army, making him unpredictable.

The number of Holy Knights was dwindling rapidly, and their once orderly formation had become chaotic. Shouts of battle and screams of agony mingled together, echoing through the sky...

Eighty, sixty, forty!
In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, he had already killed more than half of them!

The ground was littered with severed limbs, and blood flowed in streams across the cold ground, emitting a pungent, bloody stench.

boom!
Once again, the Holy Army launched a combined assault.

The combined strength of dozens of people was like a mountain pressing down on Lingxiao.

Ling Xiao felt an overwhelming force surge towards him, and his body was uncontrollably thrown back once again.

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

The Holy Temple general, witnessing the horrific scene before him, finally paled.

His face turned deathly pale, and his eyes were filled with terror and despair.

He knew that if things continued like this, their elite army, which had once dominated multiple dynasties, would likely be completely annihilated today.

Then he roared, "Retreat!"

The voice trembled slightly, tinged with resentment.

For the first time, this Holy Temple army, which had always considered itself invincible, chose to retreat!

Without hesitation, the remaining thirty-odd riders pulled hard on the reins, turned the tiger around, and galloped out of the city.

The Crimson Flame Tigers sensed their master's fear and ran wildly, kicking up clouds of dust.

"Trying to leave?" Ling Xiao grinned, his smile filled with endless mockery and killing intent.

His figure moved like lightning, leaving an afterimage in his wake, and he caught up with the enemy in an instant.

Amidst the flashing swords and blades, cavalrymen continued to fall from the demonic tiger.

Their bodies traced tragic arcs in the air before crashing heavily to the ground with dull thuds.

The Holy Army moved with incredible speed, like the wind, and in the blink of an eye, they had reached a teleportation array in the east of the city.

This teleportation array was an escape route they had prepared in advance. Once activated, they could instantly escape this dangerous place.

"Activate the teleportation!" the general shouted urgently, his voice sharp and shrill with tension.

Without a moment's delay, everyone leaped onto the teleportation platform, their faces filled with anticipation and a sense of relief, as if they could already see themselves escaping danger.

A blue light appeared, and the teleportation array began to operate. The blue light enveloped them like a dream.

However, at that moment, the Heavenly Demon Array Plate above Ling Xiao's head shone brightly, its light as dazzling as the sun.

A sacred rune array shot out rapidly from the array plate, carrying powerful energy and a mysterious aura.

hum!
The space around the teleportation platform suddenly distorted, as if it were being violently kneaded by an invisible giant hand.

The once stable blue light instantly dissipated, scattering everywhere like shattered glass.

The members of the Holy Army felt a sudden dizziness, as if their bodies were bound by a powerful force, rendering them unable to move.

They looked around in horror, their eyes filled with despair.

"What?!" The Holy Temple general felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, his face paled in horror, and his previously composed face turned as white as paper, with large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

He stared intently at the figure slowly approaching, each step feeling like it was pounding on his heart, causing it to pound uncontrollably.

"You...do you know who we are!" His voice became sharp and trembling with fear. "We are under the command of the Heavenly Abyss Holy Lord of the Heavenly Abyss Holy Hall. The Holy Lord's divine might is unparalleled, and his magical power is boundless. If you dare to touch us in the slightest, he will surely tear you to pieces and ensure that you will never be reincarnated!"

Ling Xiao suddenly grinned, a smile as chilling as the cry of an owl.

He slowly revealed his gleaming white teeth, which looked particularly ferocious against the backdrop of blood: "Then do you know who I am?"

The general was taken aback, a hint of confusion and panic flashing in his eyes: "You..."

He opened his mouth, only to find that he had no idea who this devilish man in front of him was.

"Listen carefully," Ling Xiao slowly raised his sword, and the blade seemed to come alive, beginning to glow with a blood-red light, like burning blood, exuding a terrifying aura.

"My name is Ling Xiao, and I specialize in killing people from your Holy Temple!"

From the moment your church wantonly trampled on life and treated all living beings like ants, this day was destined to come!

Before he finished speaking, Ling Xiao moved, becoming one with his sword, transforming into a streak of blood-red lightning that pierced through the air!

The speed was so fast that the general had no time to react. He only felt a flash of red light before his eyes, and then a sharp sword aura rushed towards him.

"Form ranks! Fight to the death!" the general roared in despair, his voice filled with resentment and fear.

He knew that he was probably doomed today, but as a general of the Holy Temple, he could not sit idly by and wait for death. Even if there was only a sliver of hope, he would fight for it.

Hearing their general's roar, the remaining cavalrymen gritted their teeth and charged forward again in formation.