Batian Martial Soul

But Asura's expression changed drastically in an instant, and a look of fear and disbelief flashed in his eyes.

The next moment—*swoosh!* A flash of bloody light appeared, and Asura's head flew into the sky, blood gushing out like a spring, blooming into a tragic blood flower in the starry sky.

The blood was as dazzling as fireworks, yet it carried a strong, pungent stench that made one want to vomit.

The whole place was dead silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what they were seeing.

Just moments ago, Ashura was so aggressive, but in an instant, he was beheaded by Ling Xiao. This reversal came too suddenly, leaving no time to react.

In the distance, Yuwen Qingtian narrowed his eyes, his expression gradually becoming serious.

He originally thought that Ashura could easily defeat Ling Xiao, but he did not expect Ling Xiao's strength to be so terrifying, which made him have to re-evaluate Ling Xiao as an opponent.

Ling Xiao shook his head, a confident smile playing on his lips, and said, "Too weak?"

Come at me! I am invincible within the borders of Great Japan!

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a thunderclap, echoing through the starry sky.

The warriors of the Overlord Empire were instantly filled with excitement, their eyes gleaming with admiration.

To kill a Great Sun Realm expert with a single sword strike—what incredible strength that is!
In this world where the strong are respected, strength is everything, and Ling Xiao proved his strength through his actions.

At this moment, all the warriors of the Overlord Empire looked at Ling Xiao with awe. They knew that with such a powerful leader, their Overlord Empire would surely rise.

The strong rule; that has always been the way of the world.

Only by possessing great strength can one gain a foothold in this cruel world.

Yuwen Qingtian chuckled, breaking the deathly silence, and said, "It seems I underestimated you."

I never expected you to possess such strength; you've truly impressed me.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a white-armored warrior wielding a silver spear suddenly appeared.

The warrior was tall and imposing, standing like a small mountain in the starry sky.

His armor was engraved with mysterious runes, which shimmered with a mysterious light, as if they contained endless power.

The spear tip emitted starlight, and with each tremor, it caused the surrounding colorful clouds to swirl, like ribbons of dazzling silk dancing in the air.

The silver spear exuded a terrifying aura, making it a force to be reckoned with.

"He lost to you not because he was weak, but because of your special physique, right?" The white-armored warrior spoke coldly, his voice like ice colliding, carrying a chilling aura that echoed in the silent starry sky.

He stared intently at Ling Xiao, his eyes filled with doubt and resentment, seemingly convinced that Ling Xiao had won only because of his special physique.

Upon hearing this, Ling Xiao was taken aback at first, then burst into loud laughter, a laugh that was both bold and arrogant: "What kind of nonsense is this?"

How come I didn't know I had any special physical constitution?

A loss is a loss; there are no excuses!

On this battlefield, victory or defeat is determined solely by strength. To lose and then make excuses is utterly ridiculous!

Ling Xiao crossed his arms, his eyes filled with disdain, and met the gaze of the white-armored general directly.

The white-armored warrior's face flushed red with anger at Ling Xiao's words. He glared at Ling Xiao and pointed his silver spear at him. The spear tip instantly condensed a terrifying energy wave, the light so dazzling it was almost tangible, and the surrounding air was distorted by the energy.

"You're sharp-tongued, so be it if you don't want to admit it!"

Your good luck has run out!

"Today I will make you pay for your arrogance!" the white-armored general said through gritted teeth, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth.

Ling Xiao said no more. His eyes narrowed, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, leaving only a faint afterimage.

A crisp and deafening sword cry reverberated through the sky. The God-Slaying Sword transformed into a streak of dark blue light, streaking across the starry sky like a meteor, carrying boundless sharpness, and collided violently with the silver spear.

Boom! A deafening roar, like a thunderclap, erupted. Terrifying energy waves spread outwards from the point of impact, causing the surrounding stars to tremble precariously.

The silver spear shattered under the terrifying impact, turning into countless fragments that flew out.

But the dark blue sword light was unstoppable, piercing through layers of energy barriers and directly piercing the warrior's brow!
Another instant kill!

The faces of the Tianyuan Holy Hall members were extremely grim, their eyes filled with terror and despair. They had thought that the white-armored warrior could turn the tide, but they never expected that he would still be easily defeated by Ling Xiao.

Even the warriors of the Overlord Empire were shocked. Their eyes widened and their mouths gaped open, as if they could fit an egg inside.

The fact that Ling Xiao had become so powerful surprised and somewhat unbelievable to them.

The white-armored warrior swayed precariously, staring intently at Ling Xiao, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, staining his armor crimson.

"Your sword!" he said in a hoarse voice, his eyes filled with resentment and bitterness.

Ling Xiao toyed with the God-Slaying Sword, the eerie light flowing across its blade reflecting his half-smile. He said disdainfully, "You're saying that you were defeated by my sword, not by me, right?"

Ling Xiao knew in his heart that the white-armored general must have felt that the God-Slaying Sword was too powerful, which was why he was defeated.

The general grinned maliciously, his facial muscles contorting in a terrifying way: "That's just how it is!"

In the instant of their exchange, the God-Slaying Sword easily shattered his silver spear; its immense power was clearly due to equipment superiority.

In his view, if it weren't for this sword, he would never have suffered such a crushing defeat.

Ling Xiao slowly walked up to him, looking down at him with a mocking smile on his lips: "I love seeing you all looking down on me but unable to do anything about it. It's so satisfying!"

"Hahaha," his laughter echoed in the starry sky, filled with joy and pride.

"Pfft!" Enraged by Ling Xiao's words, the white-armored warrior spat out a mouthful of blood, his body falling straight down, dead.

Ling Xiao casually put away the general's storage ring; there might be many good things inside, so he couldn't let them go to waste.

Then he looked at Yuwen Qingtian, his eyes full of provocation: "Anyone else want to come up?"

"I, Ling Xiao, am ready to fight anytime!"

Yuwen Qingtian's expression remained calm, as if nothing that had just happened had stirred any emotion within him.

However, upon closer inspection, one can detect a barely perceptible glint of cold light flashing deep within his eyes, a glint like a sharp blade hidden in the shadows, ready to be drawn at any moment to injure someone.

Seeing this, Ling Xiao burst into laughter again, his laughter bold and unrestrained, echoing in the starry sky: "If the younger generation doesn't have it, the older generation will do. I don't mind if you bully the younger generation."

"In this world where the strong rule, there is no such thing as fairness. If you have the guts, then bring it on!"

Ling Xiao stood with his hands on his hips, his eyes filled with provocation and fearlessness, as if he didn't take the Tianyuan Holy Temple seriously at all. (End of Chapter)