Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14291 The Return of the God of Slaughter
For Ji Mingkong, the moments she shared with Ling Xiao in the past were like twinkling stars in the night sky, illuminating her otherwise ordinary life.

Those times spent together, filled with laughter and unspoken understanding, are like precious gems, etched deep in her memory.

The special bond between her and Ling Xiao, from their initial chance encounter to their later deep understanding, has been filled with warmth and touching moments.

In her heart, having such a relationship and meeting someone like Ling Xiao made her life complete.

Even though this feeling was like a seed buried deep in her heart, never sprouting and receiving the response it deserved; even though she might have to face life's storms and hardships alone in the future, she never had the slightest regret.

Because Ling Xiao had long become the most important part of her life, and this feeling was the softest and most precious thing in her heart.

Whenever Ji Mingkong recalls her past with Ling Xiao, her eyes reveal endless tenderness and longing.

At this moment, as she faced the desperate situation before her, the determination that welled up in her heart became even more resolute.

Thinking of this, the dormant energy within her body seemed to be awakened by an invisible force, and began to resolutely reverse and boil.

That energy was like a ferocious beast imprisoned in a dark abyss for a very long time, suppressing its inner rage and fury.

Now, finally freed from the invisible cage that bound it, it burst forth with astonishing power, roaring and surging wildly, as if it wanted to completely destroy all obstacles in the world.

As the energy erupted, a layer of poignant, blood-red aura emanated from Ji Mingkong's body.

The halo was like a star in the night sky about to burn out, radiating its last and most intense light even as its life was coming to an end.

The light shone on her face, making her already stunning features appear even more resolute and determined.

She knew full well that this was her last chance, and her last act of resistance.

For the sake of her unwavering belief, and to give Ling Xiao a sliver of hope, she was willing to pay the price with her life.

She wanted to make those who tried to harm them, especially Luo Qianchen and others, pay the price they deserved.

"You want to destroy your own foundation and have your soul scattered?"

Just then, a cold and arrogant voice came from afar.

Luo Qianchen stood with his hands behind his back, his posture as upright as a pine tree, his long, black, and shiny hair fluttering in the wind like black silk.

Her eyes were filled with disdain and mockery, as if Ji Mingkong's resistance was nothing more than an ant trying to shake a tree, a futile struggle.

A cruel and amused smile curled at the corner of his lips as he coldly said, "In front of me, you don't even have the right to die. Don't bother with these futile resistances; it's just a waste of energy."

Having said that, she narrowed her eyes slightly, a ruthless glint in her eyes, "Once I capture you, I will have a thousand ways to make you submit to my young master."

Having said that, she narrowed her eyes slightly, a ruthless glint in them. "Then I'll show you what happens when you defy me, heh heh..."

Her laughter echoed in the air, a sound as cold and piercing as the winter wind, filled with malice and arrogance, sending chills down one's spine.

Having said that, Luo Qianchen no longer hesitated. She took a step forward, and the space beneath her feet instantly rippled, like a stone being thrown into a calm lake, spreading out in circles.

Her figure moved with ghostly speed, and in the blink of an eye she was in front of Ji Mingkong.

Its five fingers formed claws, those fingers like sharp steel hooks, gleaming with a chilling light, as if they could easily tear everything apart.

She then forcibly interrupted Ji Mingkong's burning of life force. In her eyes, Ji Mingkong was nothing more than a plaything in her hands, unable to escape her control, and all resistance was just a joke.

"let me!"

The air seemed to freeze at that moment, and the tense atmosphere permeated every inch of space as if it were a tangible presence.

Just then, Yang Xiong, who had been standing quietly beside Luo Qianchen like a ghost, waiting for his chance to strike, suddenly shouted loudly.

He already had a fierce appearance, and now a hideous grin spread across his face.

That smile was like that of a wolf that had been starving for a long time and had finally spotted its prey. Its mouth was stretched wide, revealing its gleaming white teeth, which made people feel a chill in their hearts and shudder.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the force and made a "crackling" sound.

Gritting his teeth, he said, word by word, "That Ling Xiao ruined my plans before, and I've kept that score in my heart ever since! Today, I'm going to make him cry and make him pay a terrible price for what he did!"

He paused slightly at this point, his eyes becoming even more sinister and vicious, as if they could breathe fire.

"I want him to watch his woman suffer in front of me, to see his beloved struggling in pain and powerless to help, to taste the bitterness of despair, and to know the consequences of offending me, Yang Xiong!"

His voice grew louder and louder until it was almost a roar. His voice was filled with hatred and a desire for revenge, as if Ling Xiao was his mortal enemy and only by tearing Ling Xiao to pieces could he relieve the hatred in his heart.

Having said that, he no longer hesitated. His aura suddenly changed, and a powerful spiritual energy fluctuation emanated from his body, causing his clothes to flutter.

He stomped his feet on the ground and shot out like an arrow, ready to attack Ji Mingkong.

However, at the very moment he made his move, it seemed as if fate had played a cruel joke, or as if Ling Xiao's anger had shattered the balance of this tense situation.

"You dare touch my woman? Who the hell do you think you are?!"

A furious roar, as if from a primordial beast in the endless darkness, suddenly exploded from the deepest, darkest part of the sky.

This sound, carrying overwhelming killing intent and demonic power, rolled in like a surging black tide. Wherever it passed, the air was distorted and deformed, and the entire star field trembled violently, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

Yang Xiong's movements suddenly froze, his forward momentum instantly stiffening as if he had been frozen in place.

A look of horror crossed his face, his eyes filled with disbelief. He turned around in shock, wanting to see who dared to provoke him so arrogantly.

All the warriors surrounding Ji Mingkong in the arena changed color.

Who would have thought that the fiend would return so early? They all knew just how powerful that fiend was.

If you get targeted, you'll be lucky to escape with your life. And that's the best-case scenario; if you get provoked, that guy can go crazy.