Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14294 Come and kill me!
Upon hearing this, Luo Qianchen felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to his head, making him feel like his soul was leaving his body. His face instantly turned ashen, as if it were a piece of paper as thin as a cicada's wing, which would shatter at the slightest touch.

Her eyes widened in terror and despair as she screamed, "Run! Get out of here!!"

The sound was sharp and piercing, as if it were his struggle and cry in the last moments of his life.

Before the words had even faded, she had already burned her essence blood without hesitation. That essence blood burned wildly within his body like a raging flame, providing him with a brief but powerful burst of strength.

She transformed into a streak of blood-red light, rushing madly towards the horizon like a shooting star, her speed so fast that her figure was almost invisible.

Others may not know how formidable Ling Xiao is, but Luo Qianchen is well aware of it. Back then, Ling Xiao pretended to be weak while actually being strong, and even she almost fell for his trick.

Ling Xiao is now clearly stronger.

"kill!!!"

Ling Xiao let out a roar that shattered the stars, a roar that exploded between heaven and earth like thunder, making the surrounding air tremble.

His figure moved like lightning, his body following the sword, transforming into a blood-red storm that destroyed everything, carrying endless killing intent and an aura of destruction, directly crashing into the group of warriors who were fleeing in panic!
Puff puff puff puff——!
Streams of crimson sword and saber light bloomed like flowers of death, dense as a torrential rain, wildly splashing and sweeping in all directions!

The sword and saber lights flashed with a blood-red light, like the scythe of death, mercilessly reaping every life.

Wherever it passed, limbs and severed arms flew everywhere, blood gushed out like fountains, magical artifacts and armor were easily torn apart like scraps of paper, and screams of agony were incessant, as if they were wails from hell.

In an instant, the battlefield was littered with corpses and rivers of blood, turning it into a living hell.

At the edge of the sky, beneath a doomsday-like expanse stained with blood-red clouds, Yuwen Po, who was fleeing for his life, suddenly felt an extremely terrifying killing intent rapidly approaching from behind like a surging tide.

The killing intent was icy and bone-chilling, as if it could penetrate his soul, making the hairs on his body stand on end.

At the same time, he seemed to hear the screams and desperate cries of his subordinates as they perished one after another, the sounds like heavy hammers striking his heart again and again.

Yuwen Po abruptly stopped his escape, his figure, which had been moving forward at lightning speed like a meteor, came to an abrupt halt, drawing a sharp arc in mid-air.

He stood firmly on the void, his figure as upright as a pine tree. Although his heart was filled with fear and anger, his innate domineering aura and majesty remained undiminished.

He slowly turned around and looked back, his gaze sharp as he stared intently at the airspace filled with the stench of blood.

The airspace had been transformed into a bloody slaughterhouse, as if the gates of hell had been opened, with countless wronged souls wailing within.

That blood-red figure, like a demon god descending to earth, was surrounded by raging crimson flames, radiating a chilling aura.

He wielded the God-Slaying Sword and the Bloodthirsty Blade. With each flash of the sword and blade, it was as if the Grim Reaper's scythe was being wielded, and a head would fly high into the air, blood gushing out like a fountain; or a corpse would be mercilessly cleaved in two, limbs falling like snowflakes.

The elite warriors under Yuwen Po's command, who were usually so imposing and arrogant, were now as fragile as ants in front of this blood-red figure.

Their eyes widened in terror, their faces filled with despair and helplessness. Not one of them could hold them off for even a moment, nor could they put up any decent resistance.

The scene was a one-sided massacre; blood stained the entire sky, and screams echoed between heaven and earth, sending chills down one's spine.

Yuwen Po stared at the horrific scene before him, his eyes instantly bursting open, blood slowly flowing down his cheeks like two winding little snakes.

His eyes were bloodshot, and tears of blood welled up in them, tears filled with anger, grief and despair.

The energy within his body surged wildly, like a volcano about to erupt. A powerful aura burst forth from his body, causing the surrounding air to tremble.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, and blood flowed down between his fingers. He was determined to rush back and fight to the death, even if it meant his own demise, to avenge his fallen subordinates.

"My lord! You mustn't!"

Just then, his only remaining confidant grabbed his arm tightly, with such force that it seemed he wanted to crush it.

The confidant's face was ashen, his eyes filled with terror and pleading, his voice as shrill as an owl's cry: "The young master has fallen! If anything happens to you, then our Heavenly Abyss Holy Hall is utterly finished! This man has gone mad, his strength is terrifying, we simply cannot defeat him! The greater good is at stake, my lord!"

"You can keep the green hills without worrying about having firewood!"

Yuwen Po stared intently at Ling Xiao, who was frantically killing in the distance, his eyes seeming to want to tear Ling Xiao to pieces.

His teeth were grinding together, making a sound like teeth grinding that sent chills down one's spine.

His chest heaved violently, as if an angry beast was roaring inside.

Finally, with utter venom, he roared, "Ling Xiao! The Holy Lord will not let you go! We, the Heavenly Abyss Holy Hall, will fight you to the death!!"

Finally, with utter venom, he roared, "You wait! One day, we will make you pay for your crimes in blood, and you will suffer a terrible price for what you have done today!!"

In the distance, Ling Xiao, who was cleaving the last fleeing martial artist in two with a single strike, suddenly looked up when he heard Yuwen Po's stern shout.

His blood-red pupils, like burning flames, pierced the sky and instantly locked onto Yuwen Po.

A cruel and insane grin spread across his face, a smile like that of a demon, inspiring fear in those who saw it.

He roared, "Come on, kill me!! What do I, Lingxiao, have to fear! Today I will kill to my heart's content and let your Tianyuan Holy Hall know what the price is for angering me!!"

The sound exploded like thunder between heaven and earth, making the surrounding air tremble.

Yuwen Po felt a chill run through his body as Ling Xiao's gaze, which was as cold and bloodthirsty as if it were real. It was as if a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to his head and spread throughout his entire body.

That gaze, like a chilling light from the deepest hell, pierced his soul, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave, every cell trembling, every hair standing on end.

Fear overwhelmed him like a tidal wave, quickly submerging him and preventing him from even considering stopping.

He suddenly flicked his sleeve, the wide sleeve drawing a sharp arc in the air, as if it were his final, resolute farewell to this terrifying battlefield.

After all, even Luo Qianchen had escaped. Yuwen Po wasn't stupid either. The combat power that Ling Xiao had shown had clearly surpassed that of the two of them. If Luo Qianchen had escaped, it would be suicide for him to stay behind alone.