Batian Martial Soul

Yuwen Po's lips curled up slightly, revealing a cold smile: "Indeed."

His hand slowly clenched, and a holy and powerful energy rapidly gathered in his palm. The energy, as tangible as light, illuminated the space around him, giving people a sense of holiness and inviolability. But beneath this holiness, endless killing intent was hidden.

The beautiful woman's eyes instantly turned cold, like icy blades in the dead of winter, piercing straight into Yuwen Po's soul.

The longsword in her hand suddenly burst forth with a dazzling blue light, which, like the rising sun, illuminated the entire dark sky.

Within the light, countless ancient runes seemed to flicker, containing world-destroying power.

"Then today, the Overlord Empire is your end."

Her voice boomed like thunder in the sky, shaking the heavens, each word seemingly carrying boundless majesty and determination.

Upon hearing this, Yuwen Po burst into laughter. His laughter was like the hooting of an owl, sharp and piercing, filled with disdain: "Along the way, we have conquered countless small worlds, most of which are stronger than you."

Do you know what happened to them in the end?

His gaze, like a cold, sharp sword, slowly swept over the soldiers of the Overlord Empire, sending a chill down the spines of every soldier wherever it fell.

"They all turned to dust."

His voice was cold and cruel, as if proclaiming the impending fate of the Overlord Empire.

Having said that, he made his move again.

This time, the longsword in his hand was fully drawn, its blade gleaming with a cold, eerie light, as if it were a blade of death brought from hell.

Countless phantom images of vengeful spirits appeared on the blade, their claws outstretched and their mournful howls sending chills down one's spine.

They seemed to be telling of endless pain and resentment, rushing towards the beautiful woman with a strong sense of grievance.

As the beautiful woman saw Yuwen Po's long sword, which was wrapped in countless phantom images of vengeful spirits, approaching, her pupils instantly contracted to the size of pinpoints, and a strong sense of crisis surged into her heart.

She took a deep breath, concentrated all her strength into her right fist, and threw a punch with all her might.

This punch contained her profound understanding of the ultimate principles of heaven and earth. The wind from the punch howled out, like a torrent between heaven and earth. Wherever it passed, mountains and rivers seemed to be casually manipulated by an invisible hand, shifting their positions.
The space itself could not withstand this powerful force and began to twist and deform, revealing jagged cracks, like a shattered mirror.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar resounded as fist and knife collided, unleashing a devastating force.

The beautiful woman felt an overwhelming force surge through her, and her body was forced to retreat uncontrollably for thousands of feet.

She felt as if thousands of steel needles were piercing her entire arm at the same time, and she trembled slightly as intense pain surged through her like a tidal wave.

Her sleeves shattered into countless pieces under the powerful impact, revealing her skin beneath, which glowed with a bluish light that flickered as if struggling to resist the force's attack.

Yuwen Po stood still, his posture as upright as a pine tree. He coldly watched the beautiful woman retreating rapidly. He swung his long sword sharply, the tip pointing directly at the beautiful woman. A mocking smile appeared on his lips: "Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot."

As he finished speaking, the sacred energy of the Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary began to emerge from his body. The energy burned fiercely on his body like white flames, and his strength seemed to be constantly increasing. The surrounding space trembled slightly because of this powerful energy.

His hands moved swiftly, forming hand seals with fluid, graceful movements, as if he were playing a mysterious melody.

As he formed the hand seals, the surrounding holy power began to surge, converging on his body like a turbulent tide.

Countless rays of light were absorbed into his body, transforming into terrifying energy fluctuations that formed a massive energy vortex around him.

The sky seemed to have become a giant furnace, with scorching heat spreading out, as if it might explode at any moment and devour the entire world.

The beautiful woman, seeing Yuwen Po's ever-increasing momentum, understood the danger of this attack.

She gritted her teeth, her energy surging wildly like a rushing river, ready to fight to the death.

She knew that this attack could very well be the decisive moment. If she failed, not only would her own life be in danger, but the entire Overlord Empire would also be plunged into an abyss of no return.

At this critical moment, a woman in plain clothes suddenly appeared in front of Ji Mingkong like a ghost.

The woman appeared ordinary, with delicate features and calm, serene eyes, but with each step she took, a golden lotus would bloom beneath her feet.

The golden lotus shone with dazzling light, its petals displaying nine distinct grades, emanating an aura that purified all impurities.

Wherever this aura went, the surrounding darkness and evil seemed to be dispelled, giving people an unprecedented sense of peace and tranquility.

"You are not a member of the Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary."

The woman in plain clothes slightly raised her head, scrutinizing Yuwen Po with a hint of inquiry in her eyes, "Why are you willing to risk your life for them?"

Her voice was soft, like a gentle breeze brushing past your ear, yet it carried clearly throughout the entire battlefield, sending a jolt through everyone's heart.

Yuwen Po remained expressionless, a barely perceptible glint flashing in his eyes, but his grip on the knife tightened slightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

"The martial artists in this world are more interesting than I imagined."

His gaze lingered on the woman in plain clothes for a moment, clearly recognizing her extraordinary nature, and he became secretly wary.

He hadn't expected that so many powerful figures would appear in this small Batian Empire, which made him gradually retract his initial contempt.

The woman's lips curled up slightly, revealing a gentle smile, a smile as vibrant and mysterious as a flower blooming in spring.

With a gentle flick of her slender fingertips, a pure white lotus bloomed out of thin air.

The white lotus petals are layered and translucent, as if carved from the purest jade in the world.

It rotated slowly, emanating a gentle yet powerful aura that inspired awe. The aura was like a babbling brook, yet contained boundless power, purifying even the air wherever it went.

Upon hearing the woman mention the Overlord Emperor, Yuwen Po raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of mockery on his face: "That brat named Ling Xiao?"

His tone was tinged with disdain, as if Ling Xiao was nothing more than an insignificant nobody in his eyes.

However, his originally nonchalant gaze quietly turned serious. He knew that anyone who could command such attention from this mysterious woman must be no ordinary person.

The woman nodded slightly, her expression calm yet resolute.

Suddenly, the slowly rotating white lotus burst forth with a dazzling light, as intense as the blazing sun, so bright it was blinding. (End of Chapter)