Batian Martial Soul

Immediately, Xiao Lianzhu also activated her cultivation technique, her figure moving like lightning, following Ling Bi away.

Her figure gradually blurred in the void and eventually disappeared, leaving only a silent void and the silver-armored army standing ready for battle.

Ling Xiao stood proudly in the void. Beneath the mask of the silver-armored general in front of him, the gaze grew increasingly icy, like two sharp ice blades that seemed to pierce through Ling Xiao.

He slowly raised the imposing halberd in his hand, its tip gleaming with a chilling light, pointing directly at Lingxiao. His voice was low and threatening: "Do you know what the consequences will be for those who oppose the Heavenly Abyss Holy Hall?"

Move aside now, and you can leave your body intact.

Otherwise, once the entire army comes out, they will tear you to pieces and leave you with no burial place!

Ling Xiao remained silent, his expression cold and stern, as if he didn't take the other party's threat seriously at all.

The general was met with a sudden, drawn sword.

The sword gleamed with a cold, eerie light, as if a chilling glint flowed across its surface.

He grasped the sword hilt with his right hand, and in an instant, he became one with the sword, as if man and sword were one, transforming into a stunning rainbow that tore through the sky.

This long rainbow, carrying an incomparably fierce momentum, pierced straight into the core of the enemy formation with lightning speed, causing the space to tremble slightly wherever it passed.

Zheng——!
A clear, melodious sword cry suddenly rang out, its crisp and loud sound instantly drowning out the roar of the starry river.

The chilling sword light, like an invitation from the Grim Reaper, suddenly shone in the dark sky, as if to tear a hole in the darkness.

The sword light was dazzling, yet it carried a chilling killing intent that sent shivers down one's spine.

Where the sword flashed, there were no screams, only the crisp sound of the halberd breaking, a clear and piercing sound, like the tolling of a death knell.
And the dull thud of armor breaking was the prelude to the passing of life;

And heads wearing black iron helmets shot into the sky, blood gushing out like fountains.

In the vacuum, the splattered blood could not disperse; instead, it condensed into eerie dark red spheres that floated and scattered, like demonic eyes from hell, exuding a terrifying aura.

This was a silent massacre.

Ling Xiao's figure moved like a ghost, flashing and darting through the army formation.

His sword is concise, efficient, and deadly; each swing carries a resolute momentum, without a single superfluous movement.

With each flash of the sword light, one or even several silver-armored soldiers would turn into cold corpses. Their bodies were as fragile as paper under the sword light, and were instantly torn to pieces.

In less than half an hour, the once bustling battlefield returned to deathly silence.

The once majestic and imposing silver-armored army was now a scene of utter devastation.

Ling Xiao sheathed his sword with a soft "click," a sound that was remarkably clear in the silent void.

Before him lay a scene of utter devastation, the once vibrant lives now reduced to cold corpses, floating in the void.

Broken weapons and shattered armor floated everywhere, some colliding with each other with a crisp sound, while others hovered silently, as if telling the story of the fierce battle that had just taken place.

All of this creates a cruel and cold picture of the sky, sending chills down one's spine.

Ling Xiao coldly swept his gaze across the dead zone, his eyes devoid of any pity or emotion, as if he were merely brushing away a speck of dust.

He turned to leave, his steps steady and firm, as if what he had just experienced was nothing more than a trivial matter, and his goal was still in that unknown distance.

However, the moment he turned around, something unexpected happened!
The once peaceful void seemed to be violently stirred by an invisible hand, and a strange and dangerous aura instantly spread.

Ling Xiao seemed to sense something. His once calm and handsome face instantly lost all color, turning as pale as a sheet of paper.

His pupils suddenly contracted, becoming as small as pinpoints, his eyes revealing a hint of seriousness and vigilance. He muttered to himself, "Interesting, their target seems to be me..."

"I managed to persuade Xiao Bi and Zhu'er to leave, and I fulfilled their wishes!"

"Hmph, trying to use me as a breakthrough point? It's not that simple!"

"However, killing me won't be so easy!"

Ling Xiao gritted his teeth, a resolute glint flashing in his eyes, and a cold smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

That cold laugh contained boundless confidence and arrogance, as if declaring its indomitable spirit to the unknown enemy.

In the blink of an eye, Ling Xiao instantly activated the warship.

The warship's engines emitted a deep and furious roar, like a sleeping beast being awakened, unleashing astonishing power.

The speed increased dramatically again, and the warship shot off like an arrow, leaving a dazzling trail in the air.

The sky receded wildly behind him, stretching the stars and nebulae into countless blurry bands of light, like a magnificent yet dangerous painting.

At this rate, he should be able to return to the Overlord Empire in at most another hour, back to that familiar and safe place.

After speeding for about half an hour, they passed through an extremely chaotic airspace. In this airspace, energy surged wildly, like a runaway horse, and spatial rifts appeared from time to time, emanating a chilling aura.

Just then, Lei Ling's voice suddenly rang in his mind.

Lei Ling, a mysterious being who had been with him for a long time and had gone through countless life-and-death trials, spoke with an unusual urgency: "Boy, watch out! Something's coming!"

Ling Xiao had no doubt about Lei Ling's warning. After all, Lei Ling had saved him from danger many times and her ability to sense danger far exceeded that of ordinary people.

Moreover, he had already sensed the approaching danger. The aura of danger was so tangible that it locked onto him, making the hairs on his body stand on end.

Almost instinctively, the surging energy within Ling Xiao's body suddenly surged back.

That powerful energy surged wildly through his meridians like a raging tide, forcefully fixing his forward-moving figure in place.

His body trembled slightly, and a look of pain appeared on his face, but his eyes became increasingly determined.

In the very microsecond that his body froze!

laugh--!
A faint, almost imperceptible sound rang out like a thunderclap in the silent void.

A strangely shaped dagger, completely black and without luster, seemingly capable of absorbing all light, appeared out of nowhere at his vital back, like the most deadly fang of a viper.

The dagger was incredibly fast, so fast that its trajectory was almost impossible to track, and it pierced his protective aura and tough body with unparalleled precision.

Ling Xiao felt a sharp pain in his back, as if pierced by a thousand arrows. The dagger's blood-stained tip pierced half an inch from his chest, and blood dripped down the tip, drawing tragic arcs in the air. (End of Chapter)