Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14286 I underestimated you.

High in the sky, Yuwen Po stood expressionless amidst the turbulent void.

His posture was as upright as a pine tree, like an unshakable mountain peak, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.

The robes fluttered in the strong wind, like a battle flag waving in the wind.

Not far away, on the opposite side, lies the core of the Overlord Empire, led by Ji Mingkong.

Ji Mingkong's face was cold and stern, his eyes revealing determination and resolve. He knew the strength of Yuwen Po in front of him. This man was a top expert of the Tianyuan Holy Hall, and his strength was unfathomable.

In a one-on-one fight, no one in the entire Overlord Empire can match Yuwen Po in ten rounds.

He was like an insurmountable mountain, standing in the way of everyone in the Overlord Empire, making them feel utterly hopeless.

Yuwen Po stood there quietly, as if waiting for something. His eyes flashed with disdain and mockery, as if he were laughing at the overestimation of the power of the Batian Empire.

At that moment, Yuwen Po, who was not far away, suddenly swayed without warning and disappeared from the spot like a ghost, leaving only a slowly dissipating afterimage.

The afterimage flickered slightly in the void, as if it were a strange mark left by Yuwen Po.

"careful!"

Almost at the same instant, Meng Haoqing roared beside Ji Mingkong, his voice as loud as a bell, causing the surrounding space to tremble slightly.

His eyes widened, bloodshot, like those of an angry lion.

He raised his hand and threw a punch at the empty space in front of Ji Mingkong. This punch contained the power of his whole body. The wind from the punch was howling and swept away like a whirlwind. Wherever it passed, the air was compressed and made to emit a sharp explosion.

At the same time, Wen Zu and Lie Zu roared and rushed to Ji Mingkong's side in an instant.

The four fists stirred up the wind and clouds, as if four angry dragons were churning.

Each punch carried immense power as it crashed down, seemingly intent on shattering the very void.

The other powerful figures also displayed their unique skills. Some of them used fierce sword techniques, their swords flashing like shooting stars across the night sky.

Some unleashed mysterious magic, their light dazzling like a spectacular firework display.

A vast torrent of energy converged at one point and erupted with a deafening roar, like a volcanic eruption, releasing a devastating force.

boom--! ! !
The deafening explosion sounded like the roar of ancient gods and demons, or like thousands of thunderbolts exploding at the same time, as if it would shatter the sky.

The explosion, carrying a terrifying, world-destroying power, instantly pierced the sky, causing the entire world to tremble.

Terrifying energy ripples, like surging tides, spread wildly in a ring from the point of explosion.

Wherever the ripples passed, the air was violently distorted, emitting a sharp whistling sound, as if the heavens and earth were crying out in pain.

Nearby, some normally sturdy buildings were instantly annihilated under the terrifying energy impact, like fragile houses of cards.

Bricks and rubble were mercilessly thrown into the air, turning into clouds of dust that blotted out the sun.

The once bustling street is now a ruin, with broken walls lying haphazardly on the ground, as if they were scars left by time.

As the light faded, Yuwen Po's figure reappeared in the same spot.

His posture remained upright, but his face was even more gloomy than before, like the sky before a storm, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes flashing with anger and resentment.

His strength far surpassed that of anyone present, standing before them like an insurmountable mountain.

However, the opposing team, comprised of several top experts, worked together with perfect coordination, effectively blocking his probing, thunderous attack and rendering his efforts futile. This was undoubtedly a provocation and an insult to him.

He remained silent for a moment, a silence that felt like the calm before a storm, creating an atmosphere of immense oppression.

Suddenly, he abruptly turned his head to look into the depths of the sky, his brows furrowed tightly together, as if two mountain peaks were pressing together.

His eyes revealed a hint of anxiety and doubt as he pondered to himself: The reinforcements should have arrived long ago, why are they still nowhere to be seen?

Could it be...? An ominous premonition, like a cold snake, quietly crept into his heart.

Just then, an old man dressed in a black robe with Tianyuan Temple patterns appeared silently beside Yuwen Po like a ghost.

His footsteps were so light that they made no sound, like a feather falling to the ground.

His black robe fluttered slightly in the wind, the mysterious Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary patterns on it shimmering with a cold light, as if concealing endless secrets.

His voice was dry and rapid, as if it had been sanded: "Sir, something has happened!"

"The Third Vanguard... completely wiped out!"

Upon hearing this news, Yuwen Po's pupils suddenly contracted, as if they were two beads frozen in ice.

His body trembled slightly, and a powerful aura erupted from him, causing the surrounding air to fluctuate violently.

He abruptly turned to look at Ji Mingkong and the others who were standing guard opposite him, his eyes filled with anger and hatred, as if he wanted to devour them alive.

His voice was icy cold, like a chilling wind from the deepest hell: "Good, very good!"

"I underestimated your remote and impoverished place!"

His hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, making a "crackling" sound.

He secretly vowed to make those who dared to challenge his authority pay a heavy price.

He knew that this battle was not only for the honor of the Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary, but also for his own dignity.

He could no longer afford to underestimate the enemy or be careless; he had to go all out to completely annihilate the enemy before him.

So he slowly raised his hand, and a powerful energy gathered in his hand, like a volcano about to erupt, ready to devour the enemy at any moment.

"Hahaha……"

A burst of arrogant laughter, like a thunderclap, suddenly erupted from the flank of the battlefield, instantly shattering the tense and oppressive atmosphere.

The laughter was unrestrained and arrogant, as if it were a contemptuous mockery of the cruel war before them, and a provocation to everyone, making everyone who heard it feel angry.

Yuwen Po was intently staring at the enemy forces opposite him, pondering his next battle strategy, when the sudden laughter made him abruptly turn his head.

The space there, like fragile glass struck by a heavy hammer, began to crack inch by inch.

Fine cracks spread rapidly like a spider web, making a "crackling" sound, as if space itself was groaning in pain.

Immediately, an extremely tyrannical force surged forth, like a surging tide, tearing a huge gap in the already cracked space.