Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14287 Luo Qianchen Sets His Sights on Ji Mingkong

The gap was as black as ink, as if it were a passage to another unknown world, exuding a chilling aura.

Just then, a beautiful woman dressed in dark gold dragon-patterned armor and wearing a white cloak walked out of the gap with elegant and composed steps.

Her armor shone with a dark golden light, a light that was calm and noble, as if it had been refined over countless years.

The dragon patterns on it are so lifelike that they seem ready to take flight and soar into the heavens at any moment.

Her white cloak fluttered in the wind like a drifting cloud, adding to her elegance and grace.

Behind her, holy light shone brightly, like dazzling stars, illuminating the surrounding darkness.

Faintly, countless light sprites leaped and danced, like agile spirits, radiating a soft and mysterious light that made the entire battlefield appear dreamlike.

"Luo Qianchen!" Yuwen Po was startled and blurted out.

He was all too familiar with this name: Luo Qianchen, one of the most powerful divine messengers of the Tianyuan Holy Hall, who was as famous as him in the Tianyuan Holy Hall and was a peerless expert who was famous in his own right.

This Luo Qianchen has a formidable reputation.

Back then, Yun Wuji and Su Lingyin joined forces and stormed towards the Tianyuan Holy Hall, intending to take the life of Yang Xiong, the son of the Tianyuan Holy Lord.

Just when Yang Xiong was in dire straits, Luo Qianchen appeared like a divine warrior, using his powerful strength and superb skills to block the attacks of Yun Wuji and Su Lingyin. Then he took Yang Xiong and left gracefully, leaving Yun Wuji and Su Lingyin only able to sigh in despair.

At this moment, Yang Xiong was standing next to Luo Qianchen.

He was dressed in a magnificent brocade robe, with a handsome face, but his eyes revealed a hint of arrogance and disdain.

He tilted his head slightly, as if he were indifferent to the brutal war before him, or as if he were showing off his arrogance and nobility to everyone.

Luo Qianchen's gaze slowly swept over the somewhat chaotic battlefield, where corpses lay strewn everywhere, blood stained the earth, and severed limbs and remains were scattered about, emitting a nauseating stench.

But she seemed oblivious to all of this, her eyes remaining calm and serene.

Finally, her gaze fell on Yuwen Po, whose face was pale. A mocking smile curved her lips, like a crescent moon, yet it carried a hint of sarcasm and disdain: "Yuwen Po, it seems you, the vanguard general of the Heavenly Abyss Holy Hall, have met your match."

"You've gone to such lengths with a mere Overlord Empire?"

Her voice was clear and melodious, like the sound of silver bells, but her words were like sharp daggers, piercing Yuwen Po's heart.

Yuwen Po's expression quickly returned to calm. He knew that Luo Qianchen was deliberately provoking him in an attempt to disrupt his battle plan.

He sneered, a sneer as cold and piercing as the winter wind: "Luo Qianchen, I heard that an entire squad of your Holy Guards was slaughtered the other day?"

"It seems your former prestige has waned."

A hint of provocation flashed in his eyes as he retorted without backing down.

He knew that he absolutely could not afford to lose in this verbal battle without the smoke of gunpowder.

A cold glint flashed in Luo Qianchen's eyes like a sharp bolt of lightning, disappearing in an instant.

A slight smile played on her lips, followed by a clear, slightly mischievous laugh: "Brother Yuwen's information network is quite impressive."

"However, in my opinion, now is not the time for us to expose each other's shortcomings."

"Look at this battlefield. The Overlord Empire is like a stinky and hard rock. If your vanguard or my side alone tries to completely take it down, we'll probably break a few teeth and suffer heavy losses ourselves."

"How about we cooperate?"

Yuwen Po stared intently at Luo Qianchen, his gaze like two sharp swords, as if trying to see through her innermost thoughts.

He paused for a moment, then asked in a low, steady voice, "How do we plan to cooperate?"

"Explain yourself clearly."

Luo Qianchen gently waved her fair, jade-like hand, her movements elegant and composed, as if she were directing a grand performance.

She pointed to the crowd below, where a fierce battle was raging. The crowd was like a surging tide, colliding and fighting, with deafening shouts of battle.

However, her gaze was like a precise arrow, instantly locking onto Ji Mingkong.

"My target is very clear: that kid named Ling Xiao, and the hidden forces behind him!"

"Once I get rid of them, my mission will be accomplished."

"As for the credit for conquering this realm, I, Luo Qianchen, will not take a single penny; it all belongs to you, Yuwen Po!"

Her voice was clear and resonant, echoing across the battlefield, as if carrying an unquestionable determination.

Yuwen Po narrowed his eyes slightly, like a cunning fox, his gaze revealing a hint of vigilance and suspicion.

"Hmph, you want to monopolize that Demonic Sect's supreme treasure?"

"I, Yuwen Po, am not so easily fooled."

He knew in his heart that the Demonic Sect's supreme treasure must be priceless and incredibly powerful. Luo Qianchen's easy abandonment of the credit for conquering this realm must be because he was after that treasure.

Luo Qianchen smiled slightly, a smile as beautiful as a spring flower, yet with a touch of mystery.

“Brother Yuwen, the mission of your Tianyuan Holy Hall Legion is to expand territory and create new lands for the Holy Hall. Such rare treasures are not on your military merit list.”

"You are pursuing grand strategic goals, but this treasure of the Demonic Sect has special significance for me."

"Of course, if you are interested after we succeed, we can discuss the distribution of the spoils."

"But isn't it a bit too early for us to discuss this here?"

"How about we take over this Overlord Empire first?"

"It's not too late for us to sit down and discuss things slowly once the overall situation is settled."

Her tone was sincere yet slightly seductive, as if she were painting a beautiful picture for Yuwen Po.

Yuwen Po was silent for a moment, his mind racing as he considered the pros and cons.

He knew that Luo Qianchen's words were not without reason; it would indeed be extremely difficult for his vanguard army to completely conquer the Batian Empire.

Moreover, although the Demon Sect's supreme treasure is tempting, it's all just empty talk if we can't first take down the Overlord Empire.

Thinking of this, he snorted coldly and squeezed out a single word through gritted teeth: "Alright!"

Luo Qianchen's smile widened, a smile tinged with cruelty, as if he could already see the dawn of victory.

"Then please, Brother Yuwen, stop these annoying flies for me!"

"It allows me to focus on my goal."

Her gaze suddenly shifted to Ji Mingkong's figure below, her eyes sharp and cold, like a hawk locking onto its prey.

"This woman must be Ling Xiao's woman, right?"

"I'm quite curious, when Ling Xiao returns and learns that his confidante is in danger, will he obediently hand over the treasure in exchange for her safety, or will he choose to watch helplessly as his confidante perishes, regretting it for the rest of his life?"