Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14268 Yuwen Po

Behind the man in black armor followed two old men, both dressed in black robes. The black robes, like the deep night sky, completely shrouded their bodies, making it impossible to see their faces.

But just from the profound aura emanating from them, one could sense that these two were no ordinary people.

One of the old men was the gaunt old woman who had escaped earlier!

At this moment, she stood bowing behind the man in black armor, her body trembling slightly, her attitude extremely respectful, as if the man before her was someone she held in the highest esteem.

The withered old woman slowly raised her head, looked around, and her cloudy eyes were full of confusion.

She frowned, her voice tinged with unease, and said, "They were clearly here just now!"

"I saw them right there on this bridge, how could they disappear in the blink of an eye?"

Her voice trembled slightly, clearly showing her surprise and worry at the sudden disappearance of Ling Xiao and the other two.

She paused for a moment, then continued, "Ling Xiao's sword severely injured the Blood Monster, demonstrating unfathomable strength."

"I have never seen such a powerful young man. His swordsmanship is strange and sharp, as if it contains some kind of mysterious power."

The man in black armor stood there quietly, his gaze as sharp as a hawk's. He slowly scanned his surroundings, not missing a single detail.

Those eyes seemed to see through all pretense and discern all secrets.

He said in a deep voice, "Are you sure that kid has already advanced to the Great Sun Realm?"

His voice was deep and powerful, echoing in the air like muffled thunder, carrying the authority of someone who had long held a high position, making people dare not disobey in the slightest.

The withered old woman nodded solemnly, her wrinkled face showing extreme gravity, as if a heavy dark cloud was pressing down on her brow.

"Absolutely true!"

"The power of that sword was like a god descending to earth, carrying an aura of world destruction."

"I have been in this martial world for many years and have seen many masters fight, but I have never seen a sword strike as sharp, ruthless, and powerful as his."

"I ask myself, if I were to take that sword head-on, I fear I wouldn't even be able to leave behind a complete corpse."

She slowly recalled the splendor of that sword strike, the image of the flashing sword light and chilling aura constantly appearing in her mind. She was still shaken, and her body trembled slightly involuntarily.

Upon hearing the old woman's words, the man in black armor couldn't help but sigh softly.

His black armor gleamed with a cold, hard luster in the dim light, as if it were forged from millennia-old cold iron, exuding a chilling aura that kept people at a distance.

"This kid from the Overlord Empire is indeed extraordinary."

"From that sword strike, we can tell that he is no ordinary person and will surely become a great threat in the future."

His fingers unconsciously rubbed the hilt of the knife, the rough touch making his thoughts clearer, as if he were thinking of a solution, a hint of worry in his eyes.

The gaunt old woman looked at the man in black armor, her eyes filled with urgency and ruthlessness, and said cautiously, "General Yuwen, if we want to crush the Batian Empire and realize the grand ambition of our Tianyuan Dynasty to unify the world, these three must not be allowed to live!"

"They are very strong, and so young, with unlimited potential."

"If we do not eliminate them today, they will surely become a major threat to our Tianyuan Dynasty in the future, and it will be much more difficult to deal with them then."

A fierce glint flashed in her single eye; her gaze was like that of a venomous snake, sending chills down one's spine.

Upon hearing this, the man in black armor slowly glanced at the old woman, his gaze icy and chilling, as if it could freeze one's soul.

"You're going to kill him?"

These three simple words were like three sharp blades, piercing straight into the old woman's heart.

The tone was devoid of any emotion, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.

Upon hearing this, the withered old woman's face changed drastically. Her already pale face turned as white as a sheet of paper, devoid of any color.

She quickly bowed her head and apologized, her body trembling slightly and her voice shaking: "I misspoke."

"I know my strength is limited. Let alone killing those three, even if I fight one of them, I may not be able to escape unscathed."

"I hope the general will forgive me."

Her voice was filled with fear and awe, clearly showing her extreme dread of the general.

The man before me is one of the Ten Heavenly Abyss Knights of the Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary!

The name Yuwen Po was known to everyone in the Tianyuan Dynasty.

His fame, like the brightest star in the night sky, illuminated the darkest corners of the entire Tianyuan Dynasty.

Heavenly Knight!

That was a legendary figure in the Tianyuan Dynasty.

Whether in terms of personal cultivation or the ability to command troops, he is a top-tier individual.

Every Knight of the Abyss has fought their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. They have undergone countless life-and-death trials on the battlefield, and the blood on their hands is enough to form rivers.

Their names are symbols of death, striking fear into the hearts of their enemies.

The General Yuwen before them commanded 100,000 holy soldiers, who were like sharp blades in his hands, striking wherever he pointed and invincible.

He held an extremely high position in the Tianyuan Holy Temple, and even some of the elders in the temple had to show him respect.

He was a veteran of countless battles and never suffered a defeat. Every time he went on a campaign, he returned victorious. He was one of the most trusted generals of the Heavenly Abyss Holy Lord.

His existence is the guarantee of the stability and strength of the Tianyuan Sanctuary.

The armored man known as General Yuwen stood quietly in place, his posture as upright as a pine tree. He gazed into the distance at the hazy and mysterious horizon shrouded in twilight.

His eyes were as deep as two still pools, or like sharp blades that could pierce through all illusions, as if they could see through layers of emptiness and discern all the secrets hidden in the world.

After a long silence, he slowly said in a low voice, "That kid is very likely a successor of the Demonic Sect. Such an existence must not be allowed to live!"

His tone was as calm as a lake in the dead of night, without a ripple, yet every word carried an undeniable determination, as if it were a judgment issued by the god of fate, irresistible.

The successor of the Demonic Sect!
These four words struck the withered old woman like a bolt from the blue.

Upon hearing this, her expression changed drastically. Her already sallow face turned completely bloodless, and her single eye was filled with horror, as if she had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.

"This... he is actually a successor of the Demonic Sect, no wonder that supreme treasure is on him!"

Her voice trembled violently, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between her teeth, and her body trembled slightly uncontrollably, as if she had heard something extremely terrifying, enough to overturn her understanding.

In her mind, the inheritors of the Demonic Sect represent endless evil and disaster, and are the common enemy of all righteous people in the world. Once they appear, they will surely stir up a bloody storm.

General Yuwen ignored the old woman's lapse in composure. He slightly turned his head, his gaze as cold as ice as he shot towards another old man behind him. His voice was as hard as iron, carrying a chilling killing intent, as he said, "Order all holy soldiers to arrive at the border of the Batian Empire within three days. Those who fail to arrive by the deadline will be killed without exception."