Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14307 Behead!
The air was filled with a burnt smell, the intense heat generated by overwhelming power.

The Demon Lord Black Sky Sword lay quietly in Ling Xiao's strong and powerful hand. At this moment, it seemed to have its own senses and keenly felt the earth-shaking changes in its master.

The demonic intent surging from Ling Xiao's body, filled with endless madness and determination, crashed against the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword wave after wave, like a surging tide.

The sword began to tremble slightly involuntarily, the trembling becoming faster and faster, like a ferocious beast that had been imprisoned for a long time, roaring excitedly, eager to break free of its restraints and wreak havoc in all directions.

At the same time, it emitted a series of low and long humming sounds, like ancient demonic sounds, carrying a mysterious and terrifying power, echoing in the air and causing the surrounding space to tremble slightly.

Ling Xiao's gaze was piercing, revealing a kind of fanatical obsession.

He gripped the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword tightly, pouring the surging demonic intent within his body into it like a flood bursting its banks.

As demonic energy continued to pour in, the runes on the sword shone like ignited stars, their light blazing brightly.

The runes shimmered with a cold and eerie light, like the eyes of demons from hell, exuding a chilling aura.

The Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, which already exuded a terrifying aura, became even more mysterious and evil under the infusion of this powerful demonic intent, and the surrounding space was distorted and blurred by this terrifying aura.

The already terrifying Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, under the continuous infusion of this surging demonic intent, instantly increased its power to a chilling level.

It no longer seemed like an ordinary sword, but rather an awakened, peerless ferocious beast, possessing world-destroying power, as if it could cut down all obstacles in the world.

The surrounding air was compressed by this terrifying force, making a hissing sound, as if it were groaning in pain.

"Whoosh!" Ling Xiao moved like lightning, his body transforming into a black bolt of lightning in an instant, rushing towards the old man.

With a sudden swing of the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword tightly gripped in his hand, a jet-black sword aura slashed out once again.

This sword energy was like a black dragon from the deepest hell, filled with boundless rage and killing intent, baring its fangs and claws as it pounced towards the old man.

It was sharper and faster than the sword energy it had unleashed before, like a meteor streaking across the night sky, instantly tearing through space and leaving a long black trail in the air.

The speed was so fast that it was impossible to blink, as if it transcended the limitations of time.

Before the old man could react, the sword, carrying a world-destroying momentum, cleaved him in two in an instant with unstoppable force.

From the top of the old man's head to his crotch, a distinct black line was clearly visible, as if it were the mark of death left by the Grim Reaper with his incomparably sharp scythe.

The black lines faintly revealed an evil aura, as if announcing the end of life.

The old man's once arrogant body was now as thin as a sheet of paper, easily torn apart by the sharp sword energy.

His body split in two and fell to either side.

Blood gushed out of the wound like a fountain, its vivid red color standing out starkly against the dark background.

Fresh blood spilled on the ground, forming a glaring pool of blood that emitted a strong, pungent stench.

The old man's eyes widened, as if they were about to bulge out of their sockets.

His eyes were filled with disbelief and resentment, his lips trembled slightly as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

He seemed to never understand, even in death, why such a powerful being, who had roamed the world for many years and had never been defeated in countless battles, would die so easily at the hands of Ling Xiao.

His heart was filled with doubt and resentment, but all of that vanished with his passing.

Shangguan Yuelian moved lightly and slowly walked forward.

Her dark dress fluttered gently in the night breeze, and before she knew it, it was covered with dewdrops, like shimmering lights in the night sky.

She tilted her head slightly, gazing at the deep and mysterious night sky, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of excitement and contemplation, and whispered, "That's exhilarating..."

"Although today's battle was exhilarating, we must also be soberly aware that our strength is far inferior to that of the Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary."

"Fortunately, they are a behemoth with many affairs to attend to, so they won't come out in full force to wipe us out."

She paused, her gaze slowly shifting to Ling Xiao beside her. The cool moonlight shone into her eyes, adding a layer of mystery to their brilliance. She then asked, "What are your plans?"

"Where should we go next, and how should we deal with the crisis that may strike at any moment?"

Intend?

Ling Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly and looked in the direction Shangguan Yue was looking. He saw that the area below the mountain that belonged to his sect was dotted with stars, like stars scattered across the night sky.

Those warm sparks now seemed to carry the fate and hope of the sect.

He said softly, "What else can we do?"

"We've come a long way through countless hardships and obstacles, we can't just give up so easily."

He knew all too well that with the ruthless and domineering style of the Heavenly Abyss Holy Hall, once they surrendered, the entire sect would be slaughtered at will, and their deaths would only be more miserable, which was definitely not the result they wanted.

With a heart full of thoughts, Ling Xiao embarked on his journey back to Batian City.

When he returned to Batian City, dusk had already fallen like a huge red ribbon, staining half the sky crimson.

The magnificent sunset, as if the sky were on fire, draped the entire Batian City in a mysterious hue.

The banners on the city tower fluttered in the evening breeze, the sound like the beating of war drums, inspiring the hearts of every soldier defending the city.

The soldiers guarding the city, clad in silver armor, stood in neat rows on the city tower. Their silver armor reflected a dazzling light in the afterglow of the setting sun, as if they were wearing a layer of golden-red battle armor, making them appear exceptionally majestic and solemn.

Ling Xiao strode steadily toward the city gate, but his steps suddenly halted, as if frozen in place by some invisible force—a familiar figure stood outside the city gate.

Her figure was like a pure white lotus swaying in the wind, exuding a cool and unique temperament.

The person was dressed in plain white clothes, clean and pure, as if untouched by the dust of the world.

She carried a long sword on her back, which gleamed faintly in the setting sun, as if it contained boundless power.

This person was none other than Ni Shuanghan, whom we hadn't seen for a long time.

To Ling Xiao's great surprise, the aura flowing around her at this moment was already at the Great Sun Realm!