Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14265 Old Monster

The old woman instinctively took half a step back, her steps frantic and heavy, as if she were stepping not on solid ground, but on an abyss that could swallow her at any moment.

She gripped the bone staff tighter, her knuckles turning white from the force, and the eerie runes carved on the staff seemed to tremble slightly with her tension.

"Since you see through it all, why don't you escape?"

The old woman's voice was weak and trembling. Her originally sharp and piercing tone had become soft and powerless, clearly because Ling Xiao had hit the nail on the head.

She was secretly annoyed. She thought her delaying tactic was flawless, but the young man in front of her saw through it so easily.

Ling Xiao's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile. He took a step forward, his steps steady and powerful, each step seemingly landing on the old woman's heart.

The God-Slaying Sword in his hand hummed, its clear and resonant sound seemingly proclaiming its majesty to the world.

A deep blue light swirled around him, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, carrying a mysterious and powerful force.

His voice was calm yet carried an undeniable confidence: "Why don't you guess again?"

He returned those words verbatim to the other party, like a sharp blade piercing the heart of an enemy.

The old woman stared intently at the God-Slaying Sword in Ling Xiao's hand, her gaze seemingly drawn to it by a magnet, unable to look away.

A complex array of emotions flashed in her single eye, as unpredictable as the sky before a storm.

Surprise and doubt flashed across her eyes like lightning. She couldn't understand what this young man had to rely on to dare to confront her so arrogantly. Greed burned like a raging fire in her eyes. She could feel the powerful force contained in the God-Slaying Sword. If she could possess it, her strength would surely rise to a higher level. Fear raged in her heart like a cold wind. She realized that this young man was not as easy to deal with as she had imagined.

Finally, all these complex emotions turned into shock. Her pupils suddenly contracted, as if she had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.

"...You are Ling Xiao, the one wanted by the Holy Temple!"

She spoke these words quickly and urgently, her voice becoming sharp and shrill with excitement, as if she had discovered some earth-shattering secret.

Her body trembled slightly, and the bone staff in her hand shook, clearly stunned and at a loss for words by this astonishing discovery.

"Oh?"

Ling Xiao raised an eyebrow, his expression a half-smile, his eyes revealing a playful and provocative quality.

His tone was relaxed, as if he were merely discussing the weather: "My name has actually reached the Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary?"

He sneered inwardly. He would eradicate the Tianyuan Holy Hall, this evil organization, sooner or later.

"You possess a supreme treasure of the Demonic Sect!"

The old woman's eyes blazed with greed, her gaze burning as if she wanted to devour Ling Xiao alive.

She could almost see the Demon Sect's supreme treasure shining brightly in her hands, making her the most powerful being in the world.

"Hand it over and you can have your body intact!"

Her voice became hoarse with excitement, like the sound of an old bellows.

Her hand holding the bone staff trembled slightly, partly from the excitement of greed, and partly from the tension caused by her fear of Ling Xiao.

Just then, the coffin in the center of the bridge suddenly began to shake.

The tremor was like an earthquake, causing the entire bridge to shake.

It was a huge stone coffin, made of hard black stone, exuding a sinister and terrifying aura.

The coffin lid was engraved with intricate runes, which were like mysterious codes containing endless power.

At this moment, the runes were emitting a faint red light, like burning flames, illuminating the surrounding dim space.

The coffin lid slid open slowly, making a piercing scraping sound, a sound that seemed to be a summons from hell, sending chills down one's spine.

A hand covered in scales emerged from the coffin. The hand was as large as a fan, with sharp, hook-like nails that gleamed with a metallic sheen in the dim light, as if it could easily tear everything apart.

"Bloodscale Monster! Why aren't you making a move!"

The old woman was extremely anxious and shouted urgently.

Her voice was sharp and high-pitched, filled with obvious anxiety, which spread wildly in her heart like a burning flame.

At this moment, the situation was clearly out of her control. Ling Xiao was far more troublesome than she had expected. If she didn't rely on the power of the Bloodscale Old Monster, she would probably perish here today.

A hoarse laugh came from the coffin. The laugh was like the hooting of an owl, extremely unpleasant, like the sound of a piece of iron scraping against a rough stone, making one's skin crawl.

"Old hag, how much of a favor are you going to owe me this time?"

The voice was extremely languid, as if carrying a hint of drowsiness from just waking up, and also a touch of mockery. Clearly, the Bloodscale Monster in the coffin was not in a hurry to make a move; he intended to manipulate the old woman and extract more benefits from her.

The old woman gritted her teeth in anger, a struggle flashing in her single eye as her gaze shifted back and forth between Lingxiao and the coffin.

She knew very well that getting Bloodscale Old Monster to take action meant paying a considerable price, but the situation was critical and she had no other choice.

Finally, as if she had made a tremendous decision, she gritted her teeth and said, "Thirty percent of the profits are yours!"

She spoke these words with extreme difficulty, each word seemingly squeezed out from between her teeth, her face filled with the pain of having her flesh cut off, as if that thirty percent of the harvest was a piece of flesh that had fallen from her body.

However, the person in the coffin merely chuckled, a laugh brimming with greed.

"This boy deserves the Heavenly Abyss Holy Hall's kill order; he must possess many treasures. I want fifty percent of his wealth."

His tone was firm and unquestionable, like a greedy businessman who, upon seeing a huge fortune, would not hesitate to raise the price on the spot, wanting to maximize his profits.

"Forty percent! Forty percent at most!"

The old woman was so angry that she flew into a rage, screaming in a shrill voice that became distorted with fury.

Her face flushed red, and her already ferocious expression became even more terrifying, like an angry wild beast that might pounce and tear the other person apart at any moment.

"Don't push yourself too far!"

Her eyes widened in fury as she roared at the coffin, attempting to intimidate the Bloodscale Monster inside.

"make a deal."

Just then, a crisp response came from inside the coffin.

Immediately afterwards, a loud "boom" was heard, and the coffin exploded, sending countless fragments of stone flying in all directions like cannonballs.

A tall figure covered in blood-red scales strode out, and with each step he took, the ground seemed to tremble.

The man was nine feet tall, with a burly build like a small mountain. His body was covered in dark red scales that shimmered eerily in the dim light, as if they were stained with blood.