Batian Martial Soul

In an instant, dozens of figures rushed forward like arrows released from a bow.

They were agile and swift, their blades gleaming with a chilling light.

As the blade flashed, it was as if countless silver lightning bolts were tearing through the dark star field.

In just a moment, a series of "thud" sounds rang out, the dull thud of a blade cutting into a neck.

A thousand heads had been neatly severed, and blood gushed out like fountains from the severed necks, instantly staining a star field red.

The area stained red with blood stood out starkly against the dim starry sky, as if it were a tragic mark left by this battlefield.

Then, Ling Xiao, with a cold expression, slowly raised his hands and began to activate the Devouring Heaven Demon Art.

A brilliant light emanated from his body, and a powerful and mysterious suction force emanated from him, like an invisible black hole, drawing in all the energy around him.

The residual energy of those who were killed flowed towards Lingxiao like a summoned stream.

Even the energy essence remaining after the death of Yuwen Qingtian, this once invincible powerhouse, was completely drawn in by this powerful suction force and swallowed by Ling Xiao like a moth drawn to a flame.

Ling Xiao felt a surge of powerful and pure energy rush into his body like a raging tide, crashing through his meridians.

However, he remained calm and, relying on his powerful control and the miraculous effects of the Devouring Heaven Demon Art, began to guide the energy in an orderly manner, slowly refining it and then completely digesting it.

As the energy digestion process continued, Ling Xiao felt as if his body was enveloped by a warm and powerful force, every cell was cheering and every meridian was expanding and strengthening.

His cultivation level was also rapidly improving, like a rocket taking off, unstoppable.

Finally, amidst a powerful energy surge, Ling Xiao stepped into the peak of the Star Realm!

At this moment, he exuded a powerful aura, so powerful that it was almost tangible, causing the surrounding space to tremble.

Even when facing a peak Great Sun Realm expert, he would not be afraid, and was even confident that he could contend with a Star River Realm expert with his own powerful strength and unique techniques.

Ling Xiao was overjoyed, but having been on the battlefield for many years, he had long since developed the habit of not showing his emotions, and remained expressionless.

He surveyed his surroundings with unwavering determination and said loudly:
“Let these heads hang here, so that everyone who passes by knows—the Batian Empire is not to be trifled with.”

The voice was steady and powerful, as if carrying an unquestionable authority.

His voice suddenly rose, like thunder echoing in all directions:
"We may not be as powerful as the Temple of Annihilation, but we want everyone to understand—we dare to fight!"

This shout, like the beating of war drums, shook the hearts of everyone.

"We dare to fight!"

These four words seem to possess a magical power, resonating in everyone's heart.

It was like a flame, instantly igniting the fighting spirit in their eyes.

Many powerful figures gripped their weapons tightly, the blades humming in their hands as if they too were excited for the upcoming battle.

Their hearts were pounding with passion, and their eyes were filled with determination and resolve, as if they were ready to face any challenge.

After a moment, Ling Xiao crossed his arms, his expression calm yet exuding an undeniable authority, and spoke again:

"Clean up the battlefield and take stock of the spoils."

The voice, though not loud, clearly reached everyone's ears.

Upon hearing this, everyone's spirits immediately lifted, and their faces, which had been slightly tired from the battle, instantly lit up with excitement.

They all knew that these thousand men were the elite of the enemy, and their equipment was of the highest quality, even surpassing the equipment of the Batian Empire's elite troops.

These spoils of war are undoubtedly a huge gain for the Overlord Empire, not only enhancing the soldiers' combat effectiveness but also adding significant weight to the empire's resource reserves.

The soldiers sprang into action and began to clear the battlefield in an orderly manner.

They were like well-trained hunters, leaving no corner unchecked.

They carefully collected the gleaming trophies, some of which radiated a cold, icy light—they were incredibly sharp swords and knives.
Some of them shimmered with multicolored light; these were magical artifacts with powerful magic.
Others exuded a heavy aura; they were exceptionally sturdy armor.

Each piece of spoils seemed to tell the story of the glorious fierce battle that had just taken place, filling the soldiers with confidence for future battles.

After arranging the cleanup of the battlefield, Ling Xiao turned his gaze to the distance.

Su Lingyin and the others were still fighting against the enormous golden-winged roc.

The Golden-Winged Roc was enormous, its wingspan resembling a dark cloud that blotted out the sun. Every feather shimmered with golden light, as if it were cast from gold.

Although it had been severely injured in the previous battle, with many wounds on its body covered in blood, it was still extremely ferocious, like an enraged ancient beast.

As the Golden-Winged Roc vigorously flapped its wings, it stirred up raging storms in the sky.

The storm was like a series of angry dragons, roaring wildly in the sky, tearing the space in its wake with tiny cracks.

Each swing of its claws carried a devastating force, as if it could tear the entire void apart.

Although Su Lingyin and the others were quite strong, they were struggling under the Golden-Winged Roc's frenzied attacks and could only carefully dodge its attacks, looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

Seeing this, Ling Xiao lightly tapped his feet in the air and stepped forward like lightning, instantly hovering in front of the roc.

He stood tall and straight, his eyes cold and stern, like a high and mighty god looking down at the ferocious beast before him.

The golden-winged roc sensed Ling Xiao's arrival and let out a deafening roar that echoed through the sky like thunder, making people's eardrums ache.

Its eyes gleamed with ferocity as it stared intently at Ling Xiao, seemingly still wanting to make one last desperate attempt.

Ling Xiao remained calm, his gaze serene as he looked at the Golden-Winged Roc, and asked indifferently:
"Are you willing to surrender?"

The sound, though soft, struck the heart of the Golden-Winged Roc like a heavy hammer.

The Golden-Winged Roc glared angrily and let out a furious cry, showing no sign of yielding.

Its body shone with golden light, as if a layer of golden flames were burning, the light so dazzling that people dared not look directly at it.

It seems to be launching a desperate counterattack, preparing to fight Ling Xiao and the others to the death.

Ling Xiao nodded slightly, his expression remaining calm and composed, as if everything was under his control, and said indifferently:

"Then execute him."

His tone was so relaxed, as if he were talking about something trivial. (End of Chapter)