Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14266 Yet another incredibly ugly one

Mucus dripped continuously from the gaps in the scales, emitting a pungent, fishy stench that made one want to vomit.

When his gaze fell upon Ling Xiao beside the girl in black, he suddenly stopped, his eyes, hidden beneath the scales, narrowed slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in them.

“Ling Xiao…no wonder you were willing to make a concession, old woman.”

His voice was low and hoarse, carrying obvious surprise and a hint of barely perceptible apprehension.

Clearly, he had also heard of Ling Xiao's reputation and knew that this young man was not someone to be trifled with, so he couldn't help but take the old woman's opponent seriously this time.

Ling Xiao, who had been standing calmly, suddenly raised his eyes and his gaze, like a sharp yet cold sword, slowly swept over the Bloodscale Old Monster.

His eyes were calm and undisturbed, showing no emotion whatsoever, as if the person standing before him was not the terrifying Bloodscale Monster, but an ordinary passerby.

"Another one that is extremely ugly."

Ling Xiao parted his thin lips slightly and said calmly.

He said this in a flat and unremarkable tone, as if calmly stating an obvious objective fact, as if all the ugliness in the world was nothing more than that in his eyes, unable to stir even a ripple in his heart.

The two women standing nearby were slightly taken aback when they heard this, but then they couldn't help but laugh again, their lips curving upwards and their faces beaming with unconcealed joy.

Looking at the new, monstrous Bloodscale Old Monster, he was indeed extremely unsightly: his body was covered in blood scales, from which a sticky liquid was constantly dripping. The liquid dripped onto the ground and quickly formed puddles of filth that emitted a pungent odor, making people feel nauseous just looking at it.

His nostrils flared outwards, revealing tufts of black hair that trembled incessantly with his rapid breathing, like a swarm of black worms wriggling.
His mouth stretched into an exaggerated grin that reached his ears, revealing a set of jagged, sharp teeth that gleamed with a chilling light, as if ready to tear a person to shreds at any moment.

With such a dignified appearance, it's no wonder that Ling Xiao gave such a ruthless evaluation.

However, upon hearing Ling Xiao's mockery, the Bloodscale Old Monster showed no sign of anger. Instead, he let out a low and sinister laugh, an echo that seemed to come from the depths of hell, sending chills down one's spine.

He suddenly pulled out a long whip from his spine, which was made up of segments of white bone, each segment engraved with strange runes. At the top was a hideous skull with an eerie green light flickering in its empty eye sockets, as if it contained endless resentment.

"You brat, I hope you'll still be so stubborn when I whip your bones later."

"Bloodscale Old Monster said coldly, his voice sticky and sinister, like a venomous snake hissing in the dark, sending chills down one's spine."

Immediately afterwards, the Bloodscale Old Monster laughed loudly, his laughter like thunder, echoing endlessly in the surrounding space, shaking the dust off the surrounding stone walls, as if the whole world was trembling at his laughter.

He slowly turned his gaze to Ling Xiao, his eyes sharp and fierce like a hawk's, narrowing slightly as he carefully examined the spiritual energy flowing around Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his robes fluttering without wind as he moved with the spiritual energy, as if he were a celestial being descended to earth.

He was surrounded by a faint sword intent, which was sharp and powerful, as if it could transform into sharp swords at any moment to cut through all the darkness in the world.

Clearly, Ling Xiao's cultivation level was extraordinary; he was no ordinary person.

"Looks like another arrogant youngster who doesn't know his place."

The Bloodscale Old Monster curled his lips into a cold smile, a smile full of disdain and mockery, as if Ling Xiao was nothing more than an ant that could be crushed at will in his eyes.

He slowly raised his right hand, and a ball of dark spiritual energy began to condense in his palm. The spiritual energy was like a black vortex, constantly rotating and emitting a terrifying and evil aura.

"Come, let me see how capable you really are!"

"Bloodscale Old Monster said coldly, his eyes filled with provocation and killing intent, as if he couldn't wait to put Ling Xiao to death."

Before the words had even finished, the Bloodscale Monster suddenly moved, his entire body instantly transforming into a streak of dark light.

The speed was so fast that it was almost impossible for the naked eye to catch it, leaving only a faint afterimage in place, as if he had never really stood there.

The inky light was like black lightning; wherever it passed, the air seemed to be torn apart by a sharp blade, producing a sharp and ear-piercing sound, like the howling of ghosts and wolves, which sent chills down one's spine.

The afterimage swept across the battlefield like a ghost, the force of which was like a howling gale, causing the rubble on the ground to tumble and swirl.

The pebbles, carried by the strong wind, flew everywhere like bullets, hitting the surrounding stone walls with a "bang" sound and scattering bits of stone.

In the distance, Ling Xiao stood quietly, his face as cold as frost, his fair and resolute face showing no change in expression.

His clear eyes were like a deep, cold pool, without the slightest ripple, as if the fierce battle about to begin could not stir any emotion in his heart.

Just as the dark streak of light that the Bloodscale Old Monster had transformed into was about to reach him, and the fierce attack was about to land on him, Ling Xiao's figure suddenly disappeared in an instant, so fast that it caught everyone off guard, leaving only a faint afterimage in the spot. The afterimage swayed gently in the breeze, as if it would dissipate at any moment.

"Zheng!"

Just then, a clear and resounding sword cry suddenly tore through the sky.

The sound was like a dragon's roar echoing through the heavens, high-pitched and resonant, causing the entire battlefield to tremble slightly, as if the earth itself was trembling at the sound of the sword.

A dazzling sword light flashed by, like a shooting star piercing the darkness, carrying an aura of world destruction.

In an instant, the once menacing Bloodscale Monster was struck as if by a heavy hammer, and was sent flying thousands of feet away.

His body traced a long arc in mid-air before crashing heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

When he regained his balance, people were horrified to find that his entire right arm had vanished. The cut was as smooth as a mirror, as if it had been severed by the sharpest sword, without a trace of blood, as if the blood had been instantly frozen by the fierce sword energy.

After regaining his footing, the Bloodscale Old Monster slowly raised his head, staring at Ling Xiao with a face full of horror.

His face was as pale as paper, devoid of any color, and fine beads of cold sweat seeped from his forehead, sliding down his cheeks and soaking his clothes.

His once sharp and fierce eyes were now filled with disbelief, as if he had witnessed the most incredible thing in the world.