Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14314 A Thousand People Destroy a Country
Ling Xiao laughed loudly, his laughter exploding in the starry sky like thunder, as if it would shatter the entire cosmos: "On this battlefield, either the Holy Temple will perish, or we will be destroyed!"

"We have no way out, nor can we retreat; only death will suffice!"

"This is a life-or-death battle, our last battle to protect our homeland and our loved ones."

"If we retreat, behind us are our parents, wives and children, and the land where we have lived for countless years."

"Therefore, we can only move forward, even if it means facing mountains of knives and seas of fire, even if we fall in battle, we must make the enemy pay a heavy price!"

"Only death will bring peace!"

Ten thousand people roared in unison, their voices like a surging tide, shaking the entire world.

It seemed as if it would turn the entire world upside down.

Countless sharp blades were drawn in response, their swords clanging like dragons, weaving a resounding battle song in the starry sky.

The sword's cry was crisp and resonant, like a shout from the warriors' hearts, a declaration of war against the enemy.

Various magical treasures shone brightly, some red like fire, some blue like ice, and some purple like the sunset, illuminating the dark starry sky as if it were daytime.

The overwhelming fighting spirit solidified into a golden torrent that swept across all directions.

The golden torrent, like a giant dragon, rolled and surged through the starry sky, and everything in its path was awestruck by its powerful aura.

Ling Xiao nodded slightly, a pleased smile curving his lips.

Looking at the martial artists before him, he was filled with respect and emotion.

These martial artists were indeed extraordinary, each one of them possessing unwavering integrity and a willingness to die for their cause.

When faced with a powerful enemy, they showed no fear or hesitation and resolutely chose to go to the battlefield.

At this moment, they are about to face the strongest enemy of their lives—the battle-hardened elites from the Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary!

This was a battle with a huge disparity in strength, but these warriors did not back down. They wrote their own legend with their courage and determination.

He composed himself, lightly stepping on the dragon's head with his right foot, a movement that was both graceful and steady.

Sensing his command, the Azure Dragon let out a deafening roar, then streaked across the sky like lightning and sped toward the battlefield.

"Set out!" Ling Xiao's voice echoed in the starry sky, like a battle horn, inspiring every martial artist to bravely move forward.

The Azure Dragon raised its head and roared, its voice powerful and resonant, as if it came from the ancient wilderness, carrying a soul-stirring power.

The dragon's might surged forth, spreading outwards like a surging tide, dimming the stars wherever it passed.

It was about to break through the sky, rushing towards the unknown battlefield like a bolt of lightning piercing the night sky.

Just then, three streaks of light suddenly crossed the vast starry sky and arrived.

The streaks of light, like a dazzling rainbow, traced beautiful paths across the dark starry sky.

The light gradually faded, revealing the figures of three people.

Shangguan Yue was dressed in white, as pure and noble as the first snow of winter, radiating a soft glow under the starlight.

The Heavenly Soul Saintess's red dress was like fire, resembling a burning sunset on the horizon, passionate and unrestrained, as if igniting the surrounding air.

Zhang Ruochen, dressed in flowing blue robes, was unrestrained and elegant, like a celestial being stepping out of a painting, exuding an otherworldly charm.

The three stood in mid-air, their robes fluttering in the starlight, like three waving flags, highlighting their extraordinary nature.

A look of surprise flashed in Ling Xiao's eyes, a surprise as bright and dazzling as fireworks suddenly bursting in the night sky.

He hurriedly said, "I was just about to send a message..."

He originally planned to send someone to inform these powerful figures, but they came on their own, which undoubtedly added a powerful boost to the upcoming battle.

The Heavenly Soul Saintess slightly narrowed her beautiful eyes, her gaze like a deep lake, shimmering with light, carrying a hint of playfulness and cunning.

She parted her lips slightly and asked, "Really?"

A faint smile played at the corners of her lips, as if she were teasing Ling Xiao.

Before he finished speaking, another figure in white gracefully arrived.

The pale figure was like a light butterfly, dancing gracefully in the starry sky.

Ni Shuanghan stood with her sword on her back, her face as cold as frost, as if covered by a thick layer of ice.

Her eyes were filled with hatred and anger as she gritted her teeth and said, "They killed my master, and I will take revenge!"

The voice was like a sharp blade in the cold wind, icy and piercing.

Ling Xiao solemnly clasped his hands in a fist salute, his movements steady and powerful, expressing his gratitude and respect to everyone.

He said loudly, "Thank you all for your help!"

"Let's go!" His voice, like a resounding bell, echoed through the starry sky, inspiring everyone.

The Azure Dragon let out a long roar, a roar that shook the starry sky.

It carried everyone, transforming into a dazzling stream of light, like a shooting star streaking across the sky, covering thousands of miles in an instant, and disappearing into the depths of the heavens.

The entire elite force of the Overlord Empire came out in full force, their figures like a black cloud that blotted out the sun.

They vowed to defend their homeland, even at the cost of their lives.

That unwavering belief burned like a blazing flame in their hearts.

Above the sky, Lingxiao stood silently on the dragon's head, like an invincible war god.

His posture was upright and imposing, exuding a powerful aura.

The sea of ​​clouds swirled around him, like white silk fluttering in the wind, making him appear even more mysterious and majestic.

Ji Mingkong stood to one side, her figure graceful, her delicate hand lightly resting on the hilt of her sword, her eyes scanning the surroundings warily, ready to deal with any potential dangers at any moment.

A dark shadow appeared silently, like a ghost, without making a sound.

He knelt on one knee, lowered his head slightly, and said in a low and respectful voice, "Your Majesty, the Tianyuan Holy Hall is being led by the First Divine Envoy, Yuwen Qingtian, this time."

"His cultivation level is unfathomable, like an insurmountable mountain that inspires awe."

"The thousand men he led were the strongest elite of the Tianyuan Temple, the 'Holy Sword Guards.' This force was like a sharp blade of the Tianyuan Temple, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy at any time."

Ling Xiao frowned, his brows furrowing tightly together like two small hills.

He thought to himself that Yuwen Qingtian and the "Holy Sword Guard" were definitely a tough nut to crack, and this battle would probably be more difficult than he had imagined.

He asked in a deep voice, "The Holy Sword Guard?"

The figure in black replied respectfully, "This guard has only a thousand men, but each one is a powerful warrior capable of taking on ten thousand men."

"They cultivate the same cultivation method, which is extremely profound. They cooperate with each other perfectly and can unleash unimaginable power."

"They were also equipped with standard magical weapons, which were incredibly powerful, like dragons emerging from the sea, unstoppable."

"They were known as 'those who could destroy a nation with a thousand men,' and once defeated an army of 100,000 with just a thousand men!"

"It was a breathtaking battle. The 'Holy Sword Guards' were like tigers descending the mountain, invincible. The 100,000-strong army was like ants in front of them, utterly vulnerable."

"A thousand men can destroy a nation..." Ling Xiao nodded slightly, his brows furrowed, a hint of seriousness and contemplation in his eyes. He then asked, "What about their strength?"