Batian Martial Soul

A flicker of panic crossed the eyes of the person leading the group. The panic was like a shadow in the darkness, brief yet impossible to conceal.

He waved his hand abruptly, his voice trembling with a hint of determination:

"withdraw!"

He knew in his heart that Yuwen Qingtian was now dead. He was the mainstay of their Silent Holy Hall and their greatest asset in this operation.

Now that their reliance has been lost, their mere thousand men have absolutely no chance of contending with the entire Overlord Empire.

The Overlord Empire is full of powerful figures and experts. Once a full-scale war breaks out, their thousand-strong battle group will be in dire straits with no chance of winning.

"withdraw?"

Ling Xiao sneered, a sneer as cold and sharp as an ice blade in the dead of winter.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, as if two beams of cold light were shooting out, sending chills down one's spine.

"Wishful thinking! None of you will escape today—kill them all! Annihilate them all!"

His voice was like thunder, rolling and echoing in the void, as if it would shatter the entire world.

With his command, countless powerful warriors from the Overlord Empire surged forth like a tidal wave.

Each of them possessed extraordinary skills and exuded a powerful aura. The divine weapons in their hands shone with dazzling light, as if they were about to illuminate the entire sky.

The laws intertwined, forming a vast and mysterious net that enveloped the entire battlefield.

The entire sky was instantly ignited by the flames of war, burning fiercely.

The glint of blades and swords mingled together, like dazzling yet deadly fireworks, illuminating resolute faces.

Those faces were filled with determination and fearlessness, as if they had already disregarded life and death, all for the sake of protecting the dignity and glory of the Overlord Empire.

The commander of the thousand men had a ferocious look in his eyes, which were like those of a savage beast, filled with anger and madness.

He knew he had no way out and there was no room for maneuver.

He roared:
"Fight to the death!"

The roar echoed across the battlefield like a thunderclap.

"Fight to the death!"

A thousand people roared in unison, their roars like surging waves, shaking the heavens and the very universe.

They shouted in unison, and not one of them flinched.

They quickly formed ranks to meet the enemy, their armor gleaming with a dazzling light, like burning flames, demonstrating that they were the elite of the elite.

They knew this was a life-or-death battle, and only by fighting with all their might could they possibly find a glimmer of hope in this desperate situation.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ling Xiao's eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit. He pushed off the ground with both feet and leaped into the chaotic battle like an arrow released from a bow.

Although he was young and his figure appeared somewhat slender in front of many tall and burly enemies, he was like an incomparably sharp blade, carrying an invincible momentum, and fiercely tore through the enemy formation.

Wherever he went, it was as if a nightmare had descended.

The Bloodthirsty Blade and the God-Slaying Sword seemed to come alive in his hands, humming excitedly, their sound like the beating of war drums, shaking the hearts of every enemy.

Each swing unleashed a dazzling sword light, like a brilliant meteor streaking across the night sky or a surging tide, shattering the enemy's offensive.

The moment the enemy's weapons came into contact with the sword's edge, they snapped like fragile tree branches.

Blood rained down, staining the earth red across patch after patch of land.

These thousand men were indeed exceptionally strong; each of them was a battle-hardened elite capable of taking on ten men at once.

On the battlefield, they cooperated seamlessly, advancing and retreating in an orderly manner. Every attack they launched was like a tiger descending a mountain, unstoppable.
Every defensive maneuver was like an impregnable fortress.

However, without top experts to protect them, they were ultimately no match for the combined might of the numerous masters from the Overlord Empire.

In the sky, the light generated by the collision of laws was as dazzling as fireworks, yet deadly.

Different laws of different attributes intertwine and conflict with each other, unleashing tremendous energy.

The energy raged, forming powerful storms that swept everything in its path.

Screams could be heard intermittently, the sounds shrill and desperate, as if they were wails from hell.

Blood splattered on the ground, like bizarre, blooming flowers, a horrifying sight.

The battle lasted for a full hour, and within that hour, time seemed to stretch on endlessly.

Every second, lives are lost; every moment, blood is shed.

Countless wreckage and blood mist lay scattered across the ground. Some of the wreckage was broken into pieces, while others remained in fighting postures, as if telling the story of the brutal battle that had just taken place.

In the end, the thousand-strong group was completely wiped out by the relentless attacks of the Overlord Empire.

Lingxiao stood in the void, his posture as upright as a pine tree, like an invincible war god.

He stared indifferently at the corpses floating in the void, his eyes devoid of any pity or sympathy.

Looking at the horrific scene beside him, Yun Wuji felt a pang of pity. He lowered his head slightly and asked in a low voice:
"What should we do with these corpses?"

“Cut off their heads and hang them here.”

Ling Xiao spoke calmly, as if stating something perfectly ordinary, yet his tone left no room for argument.

Behind that calm tone lay a resolute and ruthless attitude towards the enemy.

Upon hearing this, everyone was taken aback and turned their gazes toward Ling Xiao, their eyes filled with surprise and confusion.

They didn't expect Ling Xiao to make such a decision. After all, these enemies fought to the last moment, neither surrendering nor fleeing, which could be considered as having some heroic spirit.

Yun Wuji hesitated for a moment, feeling conflicted, but still mustered his courage and said:

"They fought to the last moment, neither surrendering nor fleeing; they can be considered heroes... Is this how we treat them...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Ling Xiao interrupted him.

Ling Xiao turned to look at him, his gaze sharp and cold, as if he could see right through him.

“They came here to slaughter us and seize our homeland.”

If we were the ones to lose today, do you think they would show us any mercy?

Will they respect our remains?

His voice grew colder, like the chilling wind of winter, sending shivers down one's spine.

He glanced around, noticing the somewhat hesitant expressions on the faces of the crowd, and continued:
We respect heroes, but not invaders.

If someone is an enemy, no matter how heroic they may be, they must be dealt with using the most resolute methods.

This is a warning to them, and also a warning to ourselves, letting everyone know that those who invade our Overlord Empire will pay a heavy price!

He coldly shouted:
"implement!"

The sound was like a thunderclap, ringing in everyone's ears and making them dare not disobey in the slightest.

The group exchanged bewildered glances, but ultimately remained silent and began to carry out Ling Xiao's orders.

"Yes!"

This response, as resounding as a great bell, carried an undeniable resolve, and was shouted out in unison by all the powerful figures. (End of Chapter)