Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14322 What is this method?

The Moon Maiden stood there quietly, her face as if sculpted from ice and jade, without the slightest fluctuation of expression.

Her exquisitely beautiful face seemed to be shrouded in an invisible layer of frost, making it impossible for anyone to detect even the slightest change in her emotions.

She parted her lips slightly, her voice as cold as if it came from the deepest hell, devoid of any warmth:
"A bit?"

The moment she finished speaking, her previously calm eyes suddenly turned icy cold.

That icy aura seemed to emanate from the depths of her soul, carrying a chill that could freeze everything in the world.

The chill spread rapidly, as if even the vast sky was frozen by the coldness in her eyes, and the surrounding air seemed to solidify because of this chill.

"You never know how weak you are, how pitifully weak you are."

The Moon Maiden spoke again, each word like a cold, sharp blade piercing straight into the other's heart.

Upon hearing this, Yuwen Qingtian was slightly taken aback, then seemed to be enraged. He suddenly raised his head and let out a wild, arrogant laugh.

The laughter echoed in the silent air, sounding particularly abrupt and jarring.

He tried to use this unrestrained laughter to cover up the indescribable unease deep in his heart, as if laughing loudly enough could completely dispel that unease.

"Weak? Although I am not the top in the Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary, no one has ever dared to say that I am weak!"

Yuwen Qingtian's laughter stopped abruptly. He turned his head sharply and stared at Yue Nu with piercing eyes.

A resolute glint flashed in his eyes, a resoluteness mixed with a touch of madness, as if he were prepared to burn his bridges.

"Come, let me see if your sword can even scratch me!"

Yuwen Qingtian roared, his voice booming like thunder throughout the heavens and earth.

In an instant, an extremely terrifying aura swept out from Yuwen Qingtian's body.

His aura was like a surging tide, spreading wildly outwards from him.

The surrounding stars trembled violently under the impact of this aura, as if they would be shaken off the sky at any moment by this terrifying force.

The space itself became distorted and twisted under the onslaught of this force, like a crumpled piece of paper that could break apart at any moment.

Countless tiny spatial cracks spread rapidly around him, like ferocious black centipedes, exuding a chilling aura.

Yuwen Qingtian was wearing a set of golden armor, which was now radiating a dazzling light, as if it had been set ablaze.

The light illuminated the surrounding darkness, making it almost impossible to look directly at.

The people of the Overlord Empire turned deathly pale upon seeing this scene, their eyes filled with terror and disbelief.

They never imagined that Yuwen Qingtian's strength was so unfathomable, far exceeding their expectations.

However, the Moon Maiden remained standing quietly in place, as if none of this concerned her.

She simply raised her hand gently, her movements elegant and composed.

A glint of cold light quietly gathered at her fingertips.

The cold light seemed faint, as if it would be extinguished at any moment, but the moment it appeared, the entire sky seemed to be shrouded in an invisible haze, instantly becoming dark and gloomy.

"The frog at the bottom of the well."

The Moon Maiden coldly uttered these four words, her voice filled with disdain and mockery.

As she finished speaking, the cold light at her fingertips suddenly shone, transforming into a ten-thousand-foot-long sword light.

The sword light, like a Milky Way stretching across the sky, roared toward Yuwen Qingtian with a destructive force.

This time, everyone saw it clearly—the sword light contained the scene of countless stars being born and dying.

Stars were born in the sword light and destroyed in an instant, as if enacting the cycle of the universe.

This sword light seemed to bear the weight of the entire universe, containing the ultimate truths of heaven and earth, making people feel shaken to their core at a single glance.

Upon seeing the terrifying sword light, Yuwen Qingtian's expression finally changed.

A flicker of panic crossed his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by resolve.

He hurriedly pulled out an ancient-looking shield from his storage space.

The shield looks ancient, and it is covered with mysterious runes.

The runes seemed to have a life of their own, slowly flowing across the surface of the shield, emanating an ancient and primordial aura, clearly indicating that it was an extraordinary defensive artifact.

However, when the towering sword light hurtled towards them and collided with the shield, the runes on the shield began to flash wildly, as if desperately resisting the attack of the sword light.

But all of this was in vain. Wherever the sword flashed, the shield shattered instantly, as if made of paper.

Countless fragments flew through the air, unable to slow the sword's advance for even a moment.

"impossible!"

Yuwen Qingtian felt an unprecedented shock surge over him like a tidal wave. His eyes widened as if they were about to bulge out of their sockets, and his face was filled with disbelief and extreme fear.

His cultivation, which had been flowing smoothly around him, suddenly erupted like a flood bursting its banks. He tried his best to mobilize every bit of power to resist the terrifying sword light.

His entire body shone brightly, the golden light like a blazing sun, so bright it hurt the eyes.

He frantically formed hand seals, and mysterious runes flew from his fingertips, weaving into a huge golden net in the air, attempting to intercept the sword light.

At the same time, his golden armor emitted a series of humming sounds, runes flashed, and it released powerful defensive forces.

However, the sword light seemed to come from another dimension, completely unaffected by his defensive measures.

It carried a devastating force, piercing straight through Yuwen Qingtian's chest like a bolt of lightning.

Golden divine blood gushed from his chest like a fountain, drawing magnificent arcs in the sky and blooming into breathtakingly beautiful flowers.

The flowers exuded a tragic yet beautiful aura, as if telling of Yuwen Qingtian's despair and resentment at this moment.

"Wow--"

Yuwen Qingtian felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if a sharp blade was churning wildly inside his heart.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and involuntarily took a few steps back.

He looked down in disbelief at the horrifying sword hole in his chest, from which blood was gushing out and staining his armor red.

"What kind of method is this? How is this possible?"

Yuwen Qingtian's voice trembled, filled with fear and confusion.

His eyes were filled with confusion, as if he had seen the most incredible thing in the world.

In his mind, as a powerful figure of the Heavenly Abyss Holy Hall, possessing immense strength and countless combat experiences, how could he be so easily injured by a single sword light?