Batian Martial Soul

The old general's hand remained firmly on the hilt of his sword, the bulging veins on the back of his hand revealing his inner anxiety and unease.

The hilt of the sword was burning hot from his grip, as if it were the embodiment of the burning flame in his heart.

His eyes were fixed on the front, afraid of missing any possible clues, and he silently prayed that His Majesty would be safe and sound.

Ji Mingkong gently shook her head, her long, ink-black hair swaying gently in the breeze.

She raised her jade-like fingers, her movements gentle yet somewhat urgent, and lightly brushed against the warm, smooth jade bracelet on her wrist.

The jade bracelet, however, was now dull and lifeless, as if shrouded in an invisible gloom.

"The outer barrier of the Overlord Empire has been sealed off, and communications have been completely cut off."

Her voice remained calm, like the water in a deep pool, without much ripple.

However, her slightly trembling fingertips, like leaves swaying in a storm, betrayed the anxiety deep within her heart that was difficult to conceal.

She knew all too well that losing contact with His Majesty at this critical juncture meant they would be in an even more passive situation.

The veteran slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing through layers of clouds and mist, looking towards the gloomy sky.

In the sky, the densely packed Tianyuan Temple warships resembled a giant dark cloud, obscuring the sun and exuding a chilling aura.

Each warship was like a mobile fortress, gleaming with a cold metallic luster, as if proclaiming to the world their power and invincibility.

How to deal with it?

The veteran's voice was low and hoarse, carrying a deep sense of worry.

In this seemingly hopeless situation, he had no answer as to how they should break through and how they should protect the last dignity of the Overlord Empire.

Ji Mingkong's gaze was firm as he stepped out into the air.

Her steps were light and graceful, her skirt fluttering in the wind like a butterfly dancing.

In the blink of an eye, she had arrived a hundred feet away from Yuwen Po, her figure upright, like a plum blossom braving the snow.

Numerous powerful figures followed closely behind, their eyes revealing a resolute expression. Their auras were locked onto the Tianyuan Holy Hall army, like an invisible net, ready to strike at any moment and deliver a fatal blow to the enemy.

Yuwen Po sat on his tall warhorse, looking down at Ji Mingkong.

His gaze swept over Ji Mingkong's entire body as if it were a tangible thing, as if he wanted to see right through her.

"Surrender or die."

His voice was as flat as if he were narrating a trivial matter, yet it carried a suffocating sense of oppression.

The sound was like a summons from the depths of hell, sending chills down one's spine.

In his view, the Overlord Empire was now at its last gasp and had no power to resist him; surrender was their only way out.

Ji Mingkong smiled slightly, a smile like a spring breeze sweeping across an icy plain, instantly melting away the surrounding chill.

"The Overlord Emperor has decreed that warriors of the Overlord Empire shall never bend, but never break."

Her voice was clear and melodious, like a nightingale singing in a valley, spreading throughout the entire sky.

Each word was like a sharp sword, piercing straight into the enemy's heart.

Upon hearing this, the soldiers of the Overlord Empire were all invigorated, their eyes burning with fierce fighting spirit, as if telling the enemy that they would never easily surrender.

Yuwen Po scoffed coldly. His warhorse seemed to sense its master's disdain and trotted its hooves restlessly, neighing repeatedly.

"That's because you haven't met this general yet."

A cruel smile curled at the corner of his mouth, a smile brimming with confidence and arrogance.

Throughout his long military career, he had never encountered an opponent who could make him back down, and he firmly believed that this time would be no exception.

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly vanished from the spot, as if he had evaporated into thin air.

The next moment, it was as if a huge rift had been torn open in the sky, and a dark blade of light slashed straight at Ji Mingkong's face like lightning.

The blade flashed, carrying boundless killing intent and destructive power; wherever it passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

The three elderly powerhouses behind Ji Mingkong attacked simultaneously.

The swordsman's sword, like a bolt of lightning, ripped through the sky, carrying a sharp sword aura as he met the blade's light.
Elder Xuanwu's palm was as heavy as a mountain, seemingly containing endless power, attempting to withstand this fatal blow;
Elder Tianxuan's jade hairpin transformed into a streak of light, shooting towards Yuwen Po like a meteor, attempting to disrupt his attack rhythm.

Boom!

A deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth, and the sky seemed to tremble as a result of the blow.

The three powerful figures were sent flying thousands of feet backward like kites with broken strings, a trickle of blood spilling from the corners of their mouths, their faces turning as pale as paper.

Tiny cracks appeared on their weapons, like venomous snakes winding and crawling across them, clearly indicating that they had suffered a great loss in the previous exchange.

This attack made them realize Yuwen Po's strength and made them understand that the battle ahead would be even more difficult.

Yuwen Po moved like a ghost, appearing instantly in front of Ji Mingkong.

His eyes flashed with a fierce light, and his whole body exuded a chilling killing intent. Just as he was about to strike again and completely crush Ji Mingkong with lightning speed, a figure suddenly rushed out from the side like lightning.

The newcomer's blue robe fluttered in the wind, as if he had blended into the gentle breeze of the world.

He held a long sword, its blade swirling with mysterious runes that shimmered with an enigmatic light, seemingly speaking of an ancient and powerful force.

This person's steps were light yet firm, each step seemingly landing on a point between heaven and earth, carrying an indescribable rhythm.

"boom!"

A loud bang, like a thunderclap, exploded as the man in the blue robe and Yuwen Po's fists collided.

The collision was like two stars colliding, causing the sky to tremble.

The powerful shockwave spread outwards like a surging tide, destroying everything in its path.

The nearby mountains, propelled by the shockwave, were pushed back several miles like fragile toys, with rocks tumbling down and dust billowing everywhere.

Yuwen Po felt a powerful force coming from his fist, which made his arm go numb and caused him to involuntarily take half a step back.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the beautiful woman who had suddenly appeared before him. For the first time, surprise appeared in his eyes, but a hint of disdain still lingered on his lips: "I didn't expect that there would be such a powerful person in such a small world."

In his view, the Batian Empire was nothing more than an insignificant little world, and the emergence of such a powerful figure who could rival him was truly beyond his expectations.

The beautiful woman remained calm, gently smoothing out the wrinkles on her sleeves, as if the violent collision had had no effect on her whatsoever.

The longsword in her hand twirled nimbly between her fingers, the cold glint of its blade sending chills down one's spine: "I've heard that wherever the Holy Temple goes, nothing grows?"

Her tone was calm and even, as if she were asking about a trivial matter, but a cold glint flashed in her eyes, like stars in a cold night, radiating endless chill. (End of Chapter)