Batian Martial Soul

Ling Bi's fingers were already on the hilt of the sword. He slowly raised his sword finger, and at the tip of his finger, the sharp sword energy flickered like a nimble snake. The chilling aura seemed to be able to cut through the air. His eyes were cold and focused, ready to strike with lightning speed and deliver a fatal blow to the enemy at any time.

At this critical moment, Ling Xiao suddenly made a move.

With a swift movement, he took a steady step forward, his posture as upright as a pine tree, resolute and composed, like an unshakeable mountain peak, blocking Ling Bi's path and forcefully stopping the impending conflict.

He tilted his head back slightly, grinning to reveal a set of white teeth that exuded arrogance. His smile was unrestrained and flamboyant, as if nothing in the world could catch his eye.

At the same time, the demonic light in his eyes suddenly intensified, like two deep and dark suns, radiating a terrifying aura that made people afraid to look directly at him.

He shouted, his voice booming like a bell, echoing across the narrow bridge: "You two step back! This is a potent tonic; how can I give it to you!"

His tone was full of unquestionable domineering authority, as if everything was under his control.

Upon hearing this, Ling Bi and Xiao Lianzhu exchanged bewildered glances, their lips twitching slightly. They were speechless for a moment, only able to express their complex emotions with a series of ellipses.

In fact, Ling Xiao didn't take these vengeful spirits and evil creatures seriously at all.

He was originally a demonic cultivator, and a demonic cultivator with powerful soul power at that. His God-Slaying Sword Soul was a weapon specifically designed to slay the soul. In his eyes, these vengeful spirits were nothing more than nourishing food delivered to his door.

At this moment, watching the dark figures surging out from the depths of the passage like a tidal wave, Ling Xiao remained calm, a hint of disdain in his eyes.

He slowly raised his right hand, his fingers forming a knife-like shape, and uttered a soft cry: "God-Slaying Sword, emerge!"

In an instant, a cold light flashed, and the God-Slaying Sword was drawn.

The moment the sword appeared, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, the temperature plummeted, and the moss on the stone wall condensed into a thick layer of white frost at a visible speed, as if draping the entire passageway in a silvery-white mourning robe.

The blade of the God-Slaying Sword trembled slightly, emitting a low, unsettling hum.

The sound was neither sharp nor dull, but it seemed to possess an invisible magic that penetrated deep into the soul, making people feel a chill involuntarily, as if their souls were frozen by the sound.

hum-

With a clear and long hum, the moment the God-Slaying Sword fully appeared, the black figures in the passageway were greatly startled and suddenly stopped.

These dark figures, which had originally surged toward this place like a raging tide, carrying endless resentment and malice, now seemed to have encountered their natural enemy, and they all let out mournful howls.

The sound was not like a human voice, but more like the simultaneous screams of thousands of vengeful spirits, sharp and piercing, causing a painful ache in the eardrums, as if it were tearing one's soul apart.

Under the intimidation of the God-Slaying Sword, the dark figures struggled to retreat, and the originally orderly formation became chaotic. Some even trampled on each other, pushing and shoving, as if they couldn't wait to escape this terrifying place and never want to face the God-Slaying Sword that made them tremble with fear again.

From the depths of that dark and mysterious tomb passage, a startled and uncertain cry suddenly rang out.

The voice was dry and hoarse, like a broken bellows struggling to pull, each syllable carrying endless pain and distortion: "God-Slaying Sword Soul! You have actually awakened the God-Slaying Sword Soul!"

"Impossible...this is impossible..."

The voice echoed continuously in the empty and silent tomb passage, trembling with disbelief, as if the speaker had witnessed the most incredible thing in the world, and the shock in his heart was beyond words.

Before the words had completely faded, an extremely sharp and eerie wind suddenly attacked Ling Xiao's face like a ghost.

This eerie wind was a thick, inky black, as if it were an evil force surging from the depths of hell. Wherever it passed, the stone walls crumbled, as if fragile paper was being easily torn apart, revealing dark red blood inside. The blood emitted a nauseating stench, clearly indicating that this eerie wind contained extremely strong malevolent power. If it struck, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Ling Xiao frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure flashing across his previously calm face, but he quickly regained his composure.

He casually slapped out with his backhand, the movement light and effortless, as if he were merely brushing away dust from his sleeve, without the slightest sense of force.

However, this seemingly casual palm strike caused a dazzling golden ripple to appear in the air the instant it was delivered.

The golden ripples spread rapidly outwards like ripples on a calm lake after a pebble has been thrown in. Wherever they passed, the sharp, eerie wind vanished as if ice and snow were meeting the blazing sun, leaving no trace.

boom!
With a muffled thud, the yin wind that had been repelled by the golden ripples suddenly surged back out, like a maddened beast, and crashed violently into the stone wall beside it.

The stone wall trembled violently from the impact, dust flew up, and gravel fell down as if a small earthquake had occurred.

Amidst the billowing dust, the figure of a hunchbacked old woman leaning on a bone cane gradually emerged.

The old woman was wearing a tattered black robe embroidered with strange runes that flickered in the dim light, as if concealing countless unknown secrets and evil powers.

Her face was covered with black lines like a spider web. These lines crisscrossed and seemed to writhe slowly as if they were alive, sending chills down one's spine.

She had only one eye, and that single eye was filled with deep horror, as if she had seen the most terrifying thing in the world. Her voice trembled as she said, "Soul-Destroying Sacred Mark! You actually know such a long-lost secret technique!"

Ling Xiao glanced indifferently at the other woman's repulsive face, his gaze clear as water, calm without a ripple, yet carrying a hint of detachment and indifference, as if this terrifying old woman was not worth a second glance.

He parted his lips slightly and uttered only two words: "Really ugly."

These two words were spoken crisply and decisively, without any embellishment or hesitation, as if they were simply stating a self-evident fact.

Ling Bi and Xiao Lianzhu, who were quietly watching the battle from the sidelines, were slightly taken aback when they heard Ling Xiao's blunt and almost harsh evaluation. Then they burst into laughter.

Their gazes unconsciously fell on Ling Xiao's serious yet somewhat disdainful profile, and they couldn't help but shake their heads slightly, their eyes full of helplessness and amusement.

To be honest, the old woman in front of me was truly repulsive.

Especially the black lines on her face, which looked like living creatures, were like ugly earthworms wriggling wildly on her skin.

The dark lines would occasionally bulge out into small bumps, as if something was struggling inside, before slowly subsiding, almost as if they were actually breathing. This sight made one feel uneasy, and caused a nausea in the stomach. (End of Chapter)