Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14299 Traitor
"Such powerful individuals possess the power to change the world. If they don't want us to know, we're like blind people, completely unable to find out; thirdly, the two of them are already..."

His words paused deliberately here, a pause that seemed like a bottomless abyss, sending chills down one's spine.

The chilling effect of those unspoken words was more piercing than any other words, like a heavy boulder pressing down on everyone's hearts.

"Fall?"

Ling Xiao almost shouted, his body trembling slightly, his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force.

His voice was sharp with excitement, like a razor-sharp blade slicing through the heavy air, "Absolutely impossible!"
I am well aware of their strength; they are virtually unmatched in this world.

Moreover, they are incredibly blessed, rarely encountering even minor misfortunes or hardships in their daily lives, so how could... how could..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the trembling at the end of his voice betrayed the deepest fear in his heart.

His eyes gleamed with confusion and helplessness, like a child lost in the darkness, unable to find his way home.

After a long while, he took a deep breath, a breath that seemed to be the source of his renewed strength.

He tried to calm himself down, to clear his mind, and to keep himself from panicking.

He knew that if he panicked, he might misjudge many things, and not only would he not be able to find Ling Bi and Xiao Lianzhu, but he might also make the situation worse.

"Let's go back to Batian City first!"

Although his voice was still somewhat deep, it conveyed a sense of determination.

Although his heart was burning with desire and he desperately wanted to rush out to find Ling Bi and Xiao Lianzhu, every second of waiting was agonizing for him.

But without any clues, he was like a headless fly, unable to find anything.

He could only pray silently, hoping that Ling Bi and Xiao Lianzhu would each have their own good fortune and that they would return safely and soon.

"Please don't die! As long as you live, I will find you!"

Ling Xiao looked up at the gloomy, oppressive sky, which seemed to be filled with countless dark clouds, and roared hoarsely. Every word seemed to have exhausted all his strength, filled with endless grief and determination.

The sound echoed in the vast expanse of heaven and earth, as if it were his strongest protest against fate.

Gritting his teeth, he suppressed his inner pain and anxiety, resolutely turned around, and walked heavily but firmly toward Batian City.

With each step he took, it seemed to leave a deep mark on the ground, a testament to his determination at that moment.

A moment later, Ling Xiao arrived at the main hall of the Overlord Empire.

This palace, symbolizing the core of the empire's supreme power, resembles a sleeping behemoth, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.

It is even more magnificent and solemn than the side hall. The towering dome seems to touch the endless sky, and the movement of the stars in the sky is carefully drawn on it. The stars are twinkling, as if they contain the mysteries and power of the universe.

The surrounding jade pillars are adorned with coiled dragons, each one carved with lifelike detail, their claws outstretched and ready to leap from the pillars and soar into the heavens at any moment.

The ground is paved with rare jade, so shiny it reflects the thin clouds, making one feel as if they are in a fairyland.

Ling Xiao slowly sat on the throne carved from ten-thousand-year-old cold jade. The cold jade exuded a chill, but it could not cool down the anxiety and anger in his heart at this moment.

Below them stood the powerful figures led by Ji Mingkong, lined up neatly in a dense, dark mass, representing the true core and backbone of the Overlord Empire.

They stood tall and solemn, each radiating a powerful aura—a quality forged through countless battles and trials.

Many of them were familiar faces. Normally, they would laugh heartily or remain calm and reserved, but at this moment, their gazes were focused on Ling Xiao at the head of the table with complicated emotions.

In those eyes, there was worry, doubt, and expectation.

Ling Xiao stood up, his figure as upright as a pine tree, and under the lamplight, his figure appeared exceptionally tall.

His gaze was like lightning, as if it could penetrate one's soul, sweeping over the prince and his entourage.

Without any pleasantries or beating around the bush, he got straight to the point, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable authority: "The Overlord Empire encountered an external enemy. It was an extremely fierce battle, and the ferocity and brutality of the enemy were beyond imagination."

Most people performed admirably. They did not back down and fought to the death, building an unbreakable defense with their own flesh and blood, which allowed the Emperor to return in time to provide assistance. However, some people harbored treacherous intentions. At the critical moment of the Empire's life and death, they secretly colluded with the Heavenly Abyss Temple, attempting to work together from within and without to push the Overlord Empire into an abyss of no return.

Whoever it is, step forward!
"Don't force me to take action personally. If I do, the consequences will be far beyond what you can bear!"

The hall was deathly silent; the air seemed to have frozen, so quiet that you could clearly hear a pin drop.

Everyone kept their eyes down, their noses closed, not daring to breathe, and no one uttered a sound.

Everyone had their heads down, as if they were thinking about something, or as if they were avoiding Ling Xiao's sharp gaze.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment, and the entire main hall was shrouded in a suffocating atmosphere.

Ling Xiao waited quietly for a moment. In the silent hall, the air seemed to solidify into heavy lead, making it hard to breathe.

Seeing that no one below responded, he frowned slightly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Since everyone is silent, then I will call on people... Now, do not force me to expose the ugly faces of those who secretly collude with foreign enemies to everyone."

His face was as gloomy as the sky before a storm, with dark clouds gathering, inspiring awe and fear.

His gaze, like two sharp swords, slowly swept over the crowd below. Just as he was about to announce the names, an old man dressed in dark blue elder's robes and with a long beard suddenly stepped forward.

His steps were steady, each one seemingly striking the hearts of everyone present. He stared directly at Ling Xiao, his gaze as sharp as a star in the cold night. His voice was loud and clear, echoing throughout the hall: "Your Majesty, I believe that it is unwise for you to make an enemy of the Tianyuan Holy Hall!"

That Holy Temple is powerful and deeply rooted, like a towering mountain. Compared to it, our Overlord Empire is nothing but a small fry.

Rather than engaging in a head-on confrontation that ultimately results in mutual destruction, or even national ruin and family ruin, it is better to temporarily bide our time and seek another opportunity.

Before Ling Xiao could speak, Ji Mingkong's expression turned cold. His originally gentle face now resembled a volcano about to erupt, and he said coldly, "General Chen!"

Do you know what you're saying?!

Since its inception, the Batian Empire has been committed to protecting its people and upholding its dignity, fighting against all evil forces.

That day, the Yuansheng Hall was brutal and inhumane, wantonly slaughtering innocent people. How could we sit idly by?
Now His Majesty leads us in this rebellion for the future of the empire and the peace of future generations, yet you utter such cowardly words. What are your intentions?