Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14289 Be My Prisoner
Once struck by that fist's energy, Ji Mingkong will surely be shattered to pieces and his soul will be scattered.

Upon hearing this, Yun Wuji, Meng Haoqing, and the others felt a pang of anxiety, immediately realizing that Ji Mingkong was in imminent danger.

Yun Wuji frowned, a resolute glint in his eyes, and shouted, "Go!"

He immediately moved, preparing to break through the enemies in front of him to rescue Ji Mingkong.

Meng Haoqing's eyes widened in anger, and he brandished his long sword, its blade flashing, attempting to force back his opponent.

They moved swiftly, preparing to rush over as fast as possible.

"Your opponent is me!" Yuwen Po sneered, his laughter filled with disdain and arrogance, as if Yun Wuji and the others were nothing more than clowns in his eyes.

He moved with lightning speed, appearing before Yun Wuji and the others like a ghost, his movements so fast they were dazzling.

Immediately afterwards, he moved his hands rapidly, and palm shadows streaked across the void like shooting stars.

A barrage of palm shadows descended from the sky, densely packed like dark clouds, enveloping Yun Wuji and the other top experts.

Each palm strike contained immense power, pressing down like small mountains, forcefully stopping Yun Wuji and the others from advancing any further.

Yun Wuji and the others tried their best to resist, but they were unable to break through the layers of palm shadows.

far away……

boom!
Another earth-shattering roar erupted, as if a massive catastrophe had struck the world.

The high-grade longsword in Ji Mingkong's hand, its blade gleaming with a cold light, was now bent into a breathtaking arc by the force of the fist.

The curve resembled a fully drawn bow, as if it might break at any moment.

Ji Mingkong felt a tremendous force coming from the sword, which made her hands go numb and almost unable to hold the hilt.

She coughed up blood again and flew backward, the blood drawing a tragic arc in the air.

His right arm, which was holding the sword, hung limply, like a rope that had lost its support; clearly, the bones were completely shattered.

Every movement brought excruciating pain, but she gritted her teeth and didn't utter a single groan.

As soon as she regained her balance, a streak of bright red blood oozed from the corner of her mouth, like a blooming red plum blossom, standing out starkly against her pale face.

She wiped it away with the back of her left hand without a care, her movements graceful and decisive.

His eyes remained cold and stubborn, fixed on Luo Qianchen as he slowly walked towards him, as if he wanted to pierce through him with his gaze.

There was no fear or retreat in her eyes, only endless hatred and indomitable fighting spirit, as if telling Luo Qianchen that even if Ji Mingkong were to die here today, she would never yield.

Luo Qianchen's cruel smile, like a cat playing with a mouse, became more and more pronounced. The smile was like a poisoned blade, revealing endless ruthlessness and mockery.

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes full of amusement, as if Ji Mingkong was nothing more than a plaything she could manipulate at will. "I like your stubbornness, sister. Look at your obstinate appearance, isn't it interesting?"

"It's the crushing process that gives you a real sense of accomplishment, like crushing a pebble that doesn't know its own strength. Listening to the 'crack' sound as it breaks is incredibly satisfying."

She paused, her gaze sweeping across the Batian Empire warriors fighting to the death below like a cold, sharp blade.

Those martial artists were fighting fiercely, their battle cries shaking the heavens and earth, their blood staining the ground red. But in Luo Qianchen's eyes, they were nothing more than ants.

Her gaze then moved beyond the horrific battlefield to the distant, faint outline of a city, which, in her eyes, resembled an anthill about to be destroyed.

Her voice was like a biting winter wind, icy and piercing, carrying a chilling ruthlessness: "Once I capture you, I will skin and gut everyone connected to Ling Xiao, whether they are his relatives, friends, or his followers, right before his eyes."

"I want them to die in extreme pain, so that their agonizing screams will echo throughout the world."

"Then pile their heads into mountains and hang them high on this plateau, so that everyone knows that this is the consequence of going against me, your sister, and against the Overlord Empire!"

"Oh my, I can't wait to see his amazing expression then!"

"Is it terror? Despair? Or anger twisted into a rage?"

"Hahaha!"

Amidst her maniacal laughter, her figure blurred again, like a ghost, moving so fast that it was almost impossible for the naked eye to catch her.

The surrounding space rippled with her terrifying speed, as if she were not moving, but tearing the world apart.

Ji Mingkong's pupils contracted, and a resolute and fearless look flashed in his eyes.

She knew Luo Qianchen's strength and understood that her current situation was extremely dangerous, but she had no intention of backing down.

His left hand suddenly clenched into the air, as if he had grasped the power of the entire world.

Endless energy surged forth like a raging tide, rapidly condensing into a thunderous longsword in her hand.

The longsword gleamed with a dazzling purple light, crackling with electric arcs, as if it contained a world-destroying power.

Instead of retreating, she advanced, shouted loudly, and slashed out with her sword!
This sword strike, with its dazzling light, was like lightning piercing the darkness, carrying explosive power, resolute yet tragic, as if it wanted to shatter all the injustices in the world.

boom!
However, Luo Qianchen's strength was too great, and Ji Mingkong's sword was futile in front of her.

The longsword instantly shattered into countless dust particles, like a brilliant but fleeting firework.

Ji Mingkong's left arm was twisted at an odd angle, clearly indicating that the bone was broken.

Her body slammed onto a huge piece of building debris as if struck by a prehistoric beast.

The fragment shattered under the immense impact, creating a deep crater, and billowing smoke and dust obscured her figure.

Luo Qianchen slowly landed on the edge of the deep pit. Her figure was light and graceful, like a falling feather, yet she exuded a majestic aura that commanded respect.

Looking down at the figure struggling to stand, a cruel smile still lingered on her lips. She laughed and said, "Heaven cherishes life. I can give you, and all these ants in the country, a way to live."

"After all, destroying you all directly would take away a lot of the fun."

"However, this will require you to pay a small price... for example, obediently becoming my prisoner and serving my every whim;"

"For example, tell me everything you know about Lingxiao without reservation."

Do you understand what your sister means?

Ji Mingkong leaned on her sword, kneeling on one knee in the deep pit. Gravel scattered around her, and the dust she had raised gradually settled.

She struggled to lift her head, each movement seeming to require all her strength.

Blood-stained hair clung messily to his pale cheeks, and a few strands of hair were stuck to the corners of his mouth with blood, making him look extremely disheveled.

However, her eyes remained sharp as knives, like two gleaming daggers piercing straight at Luo Qianchen, as if trying to see through this arrogant and domineering woman.