Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14306 Fight to the death
"If you dare to take my life, then you will have forged an eternal and irreconcilable feud with the Heavenly Abyss Holy Hall, and we will fight to the death!"

At this moment, the old man was tightly bound by a terrifying force so powerful it was heart-stopping, and his body was unable to move.

His eyes were wide open, filled with shock, as if he had witnessed the most unbelievable thing in the world.

However, even in such a disadvantageous position, a faint arrogance still lingered on the corner of his mouth, as if to declare to the world the pride and disdain in his bones.

Deep within the old man's eyes, a surge of shock welled up like a tidal wave.

He never expected that Ling Xiao, this seemingly hot-blooded young man, would actually dare to attack him.

In his mind, Ling Xiao should have been well aware of the terrible consequences that would result from offending the Tianyuan Holy Hall.

That is a powerful and renowned entity throughout the entire continent; once angered, it will inevitably invite endless pursuit and retaliation.

Pride, however, was like a stubborn vine, coiling around his heart.

He considered himself to be of unparalleled nobility, holding a transcendent position within the Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary, and possessing strength so great that it inspired awe in countless people.

He didn't believe deep down that Ling Xiao really had the guts to kill him; he thought Ling Xiao was just bluffing and trying to scare him.

"Hahaha!" Upon hearing the old man's threatening words, Ling Xiao couldn't help but burst into a hearty and arrogant laugh.

The laughter was like a rolling thunderclap, exploding in the air, as if to break through the oppressive atmosphere and declare his fearlessness and determination to the whole world.

"I've already killed the son of the Heavenly Abyss Saint Lord, so what are you?"

"So you've been talking about a fight to the death, then let it be a fight to the death!"

Ling Xiao's voice was resounding, each word striking people's hearts like a heavy hammer.

Before the laughter had completely subsided, a cold glint flashed in Ling Xiao's eyes, and he swung the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword he was gripping tightly in his hand.

In an instant, a jet-black sword aura slashed out with lightning speed.

The sword energy was as black as the deep night sky, or like demonic energy from the deepest hell, carrying a terrifying aura that sent chills down one's spine.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the space seemed to be ruthlessly cut by an invisible sharp blade, leaving behind tiny cracks.

A hissing sound emanated from the cracks, as if space itself was groaning in pain, or perhaps a lament from another world.

The sound was sharp and piercing, sending chills down one's spine.

This sword strike embodied Ling Xiao's determination and rage.

He had long harbored resentment towards the old man's actions, and it finally erupted at this moment.

At the same time, this sword strike also carried his deep contempt for the old man and intense killing intent.

In his eyes, the old man was nothing more than a clown who relied on the power behind him to bully others.

The sword energy, like an enraged beast, slashed straight at the old man with fierce momentum.

The black sword light, like a bolt of death lightning from the deepest hell, carried a chilling aura and drew a strange arc in the air before instantly arriving in front of the old man.

The speed was so fast that it seemed to transcend the limitations of time, leaving no time for anyone to react.

The surrounding air hissed as it was being sliced ​​by this powerful force, as if it were being cut by countless sharp blades at the same time.

Space itself began to show signs of distortion, as if it were being torn apart by this terrifying power and was about to fall into endless chaos.

That old man was truly more powerful than anyone could have imagined.

He stood there quietly, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura, like a dragon lurking in the abyss, faintly revealing a chilling pressure.

At this moment, Yun Wuji, Su Lingyin, and Meng Haoqing, three top experts in the Great Sun Realm, joined forces, using their immense spiritual power to unleash an exquisite binding spell.

The binding force was like a shackle forged from the strongest black iron, wrapping around the old man layer by layer, binding him firmly to the spot, making him unable to move an inch.

The surrounding space seemed to be frozen by this powerful binding force, and not even a slight breeze could penetrate it.

However, just as the sharp sword light arrived in front of the old man like a meteor, a fierce light suddenly flashed in the old man's originally calm eyes, like lightning streaking across a cold night, instantly illuminating the surrounding darkness.

His aura suddenly changed, as if an ancient beast that had been sleeping for a long time had suddenly awakened from its long slumber and roared with earth-shattering fury.

His muscles tensed instantly, like a fully drawn bow, each muscle containing terrifying power.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful force, as vast as a surging tide, erupted from his body, crashing violently against the seemingly indestructible binding force around him.

Wherever that force passed, the air was violently churned, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

A deafening roar, like a bolt from the blue, rang in everyone's ears.

The seemingly indestructible and unbreakable binding force, under the violent impact of the old man's terrifying power, instantly developed countless fine cracks, just like fragile glass.

Immediately afterwards, these cracks spread and expanded rapidly, eventually breaking apart with a "crackling" sound, turning into specks of light that dissipated into the air.

The old man flashed, moving several feet to the side with the lightness and speed of a ghost.

His movements were as fast as lightning; just as the sword was about to strike him, he skillfully dodged the fatal blow.

The sword light grazed the hem of his clothes, carrying a wisp of clothing that drifted in the air.

A cold glint flashed in Ling Xiao's eyes, like a cold star in a cold night, revealing a chilling and resolute killing intent.

He had already anticipated that the old man would not be killed so easily, after all, the old man's strength was unfathomable.

He let out a low, angry roar, a roar that seemed to come from the deepest hell, filled with endless resentment and killing intent.

With that roar, his body suddenly underwent an extremely bizarre transformation.

His skin turned bright red at a visible speed, as if it were being scorched by a raging fire or soaked in endless blood, exuding a chilling and eerie aura.

At the same time, he exuded an evil and powerful aura, which was like a tangible black mist that swirled and surged around him, making him look like a demon who had walked out of hell, sending chills down one's spine.

He transformed into the Blood Calamity True Demon, and at that moment, his power surged several times over like a volcanic eruption.

The surrounding air crackled and popped under the pressure of this terrifying force, as if it were about to be torn apart.

The crimson energy formed a terrifying storm.