Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14252 One Pot
Although the cavalrymen's eyes were filled with fear, they also showed determination and madness.

They knew that this battle was a matter of life and death for them, as well as for the dignity of the Holy Church.

They brandished their weapons and roared battle cries, surging towards Lingxiao like a raging tide.

However, Ling Xiao moved through the crowd like a god of war descended to earth.

His sword was like a scythe of death; with each swing, it could take away several lives.

Blood splattered all over him, but he didn't care at all, as if the blood was just a medal of victory for him.

Half an hour later.

The area around the teleportation array was deathly silent.

Corpses littered the field; the horrific scene was too gruesome to bear.

Of the hundred Templar soldiers, not one survived.

Their bodies lay scattered on the ground, some decapitated, some mutilated, their blood staining large swaths of land and emitting a pungent, bloody stench.

Ling Xiao lay alone in a pool of blood, his body covered in wounds from which blood flowed continuously, but he seemed to feel no pain.

He gazed silently at the sky, his eyes deep and mysterious.

His body was faintly glowing with an eerie blackish-red light, a light like flames from hell, radiating a terrifying aura.

That's not the power of bloodline...

It is the demonic nature of the demonic cultivator that is awakening.

From the day he became a demonic cultivator, Ling Xiao knew that this path would inevitably be filled with bloodshed and slaughter.

He had witnessed too many life-and-death separations and experienced too many brutal battles; his hands were already stained with blood.

However, he didn't care. In his view, the world is a dog-eat-dog world, and only by having enough power can one protect oneself and those one wants to protect.

Given his mindset after several reincarnations, cultivating demonic arts was just routine for him, nothing extraordinary.

He had endured countless hardships in the cycle of reincarnation, and his character had long been as firm as a rock.

He had experienced even inner demons more than once.

Each battle with his inner demons strengthened his will and gave him a deeper understanding of the demonic path.

Now, the demonic energy within him is growing stronger, like a dormant volcano, constantly restless and agitated.

He clearly sensed this change; each surge of demonic energy brought him a strange sense of excitement and impulse.

But he did not resist it. In his view, what did it matter if it was demonic?

Killing instinct is also part of one's nature.

In this cruel world, kindness and compassion will only lead you to a dead end; only by possessing enough ruthlessness and killing intent can you survive in this chaotic world.

He felt no remorse after slaughtering the Holy Templars; instead, he felt a surge of exhilarating pleasure.

Those Templar soldiers usually acted arrogantly and oppressed the people; they deserved to die.

Ling Xiao felt that he was merely acting on behalf of Heaven to seek justice for those who had been harmed by them.

happy!

It feels so good!

Ling Xiao shouted in his heart, closed his eyes, and fully enjoyed the thrill of victory.

He knew that the road ahead was long and that more challenges and enemies awaited him, but he was not afraid.

Because he believed that as long as he had enough power and a firm belief, he would definitely be able to go further on this path of demonic cultivation and become a true strongman!
Just then, two graceful figures arrived like startled swans. Ling Bi and Xiao Lianzhu landed lightly beside Ling Xiao. Their clothes fluttered in the wind, yet they were spotless, as if they had just stepped out of a pristine fairyland, forming a stark contrast to the blood-soaked battlefield.

The two women glanced quickly at the corpses lying haphazardly on the ground and Ling Xiao, who was lying in a pool of blood covered in wounds, and their faces instantly showed deep worry.

Ling Bi spoke first, her voice tinged with anxiety: "Brother Ling, are you alright?"

Xiao Lianzhu then asked with concern, "Brother, are you badly injured?"

The two women had been watching the battle from a distance and had not offered any assistance.

That's because they had known Ling Xiao for a long time and were very familiar with his strong and competitive personality.

Ling Xiao has always preferred to face challenges alone, unleashing his power and passion in battle, finding true exhilaration only when he has a satisfying and exhilarating fight.

If they rashly intervene, it will only make Ling Xiao feel that his battle is being disrupted, and he will be unhappy about it.

So they chose to silently watch over each other, and only come to check on them after the battle was over.

Ling Xiao laboriously raised his hand, wiped away the trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, and grinned, a smile that carried a hint of boldness and unruliness: "Very good!"

This minor injury is no match for me.

"That's good!" Hearing Ling Xiao say that, Xiao Lianzhu finally felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.

She frowned slightly and continued, "When Ling Bi and I were over there just now, it seemed like someone was spying on us in the dark."

I suspect he's already realized what's going on here and ran to call for help.

“I noticed it too…” Ling Bi nodded slightly, a hint of seriousness in her eyes. “This person is not weak. I seized the opportunity to strike and only managed to break one of his arms, but I was unable to kill him and he escaped.”

"We're probably in for some trouble now."

Call someone?

Upon hearing those two words, a flash of bloodlust crossed Ling Xiao's eyes, a bloodlust like a burning flame, revealing boundless killing intent.

But then his smile widened, filled with anticipation and excitement for the upcoming battle: "Perfect timing!"

I do have an idea.

"Go ahead and say it." Xiao Lianzhu and Ling Bi exchanged a glance and nodded curiously. They knew that Ling Xiao was always resourceful, and since he had an idea now, it must be a brilliant plan to resolve the crisis.

“Searching for them place by place like this is too slow.” Ling Xiao raised his eyes, his gaze sharp as a sword, pointing straight into the void, as if trying to pierce through the layers of mist to see where the enemy was hiding. “Don’t they like to hide and call for reinforcements?”

"Then let's turn the tables on them and make them come looking for us."

how is it? "

Upon hearing this, the two women were taken aback at first, then looked at each other and burst into laughter. Their laughter was clear and melodious, standing out starkly against the bloody battlefield, yet full of heroic spirit: "Brilliant!"

"That's a brilliant idea!"

Let them come to us; then we can catch them all in one fell swoop.

Ling Xiao nodded slightly, a satisfied smile on his face: "Alright, let's clean up the battlefield first."

Don't leave any unnecessary traces.

A moment later, the three of them began to clean up the battlefield in an orderly manner.

The more than one hundred standardized storage rings were scattered around the corpse, shimmering faintly in the sunlight.

Ling Xiao and his two companions collected them one by one and then gathered them together.

Ling Xiao took a deep breath, activated his divine sense, and slowly scanned these storage rings.