Batian Martial Soul

"May the Temple of Annihilation not come too soon."

Ling Xiao lowered his head slightly and murmured to himself.

His voice was soft, yet it seemed to carry endless worry and heaviness.

His fingertips unconsciously brushed against the hilt of the sword at his waist, and the cold touch made his heart tighten.

A hint of worry flashed in his eyes, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, gone in an instant.

What he lacks most right now is time.

The Temple of Annihilation is like a Damocles' sword hanging over the head of the Overlord Empire, ready to fall at any moment.

With each additional day of preparation, the Overlord Empire gains a greater chance of victory and a sliver of hope for survival in this brutal war.

About an hour later, the surrounding scenery gradually changed.

The once-brilliant stars were now shrouded in a thick layer of mist, creating a dreamlike and mysterious scene.

Ling Xiao knew that they had obviously entered the territory of the Cloud and Mist Kingdom.

He closed his eyes slightly, sensing the changes in the spiritual energy around him.

The spiritual energy here is three times thinner than that of the Overlord Empire, as if shrouded in a thin veil, giving people a hazy and illusory feeling.

Suddenly, a sharp, piercing sound came from the air, as if it were the call of death.

A dark shadow flashed by like lightning, instantly blocking the path of the three-headed Azure Dragon.

It was a man dressed in black, tall and muscular, with an arrogant expression on his face.

His gaze swept over Ni Shuanghan, suddenly becoming intense, his eyes revealing undisguised greed, as if Ni Shuanghan were his prey.

"What an absolutely stunning fairy! Such beauty is rarely seen even in the Cloud Mist Kingdom!"

He spoke loudly, his voice filled with provocation and greed.

Ling Xiao frowned slightly, his gaze sharp as he scrutinized the man.

He could sense the aura emanating from this person; he was at the peak of the Star Realm, a master even in this country.

But his frivolous nature is truly abnormal.

In this world where the strong are respected, for a master to so brazenly display his greed, could it be that he has something to rely on?

A sense of vigilance rose in Ling Xiao's heart.

The man in black turned to Ling Xiao, arrogantly raising his chin, his eyes filled with disdain and arrogance.

"I want this woman!"

I am
Before he could finish speaking, a sharp sword light suddenly appeared and disappeared, so fast that it was difficult to catch.

The sword light streaked across the night sky like a shooting star, instantly appearing in front of the man in black.

The man's eyes widened as he stared in disbelief at the sword tip embedded between his eyebrows, his face showing extreme horror.

He never expected that this seemingly ordinary man would possess such terrifying strength.

"I am an inner disciple of the Blazing Fire Sect, how dare you!"

He struggled to speak, his voice filled with fear and resentment.

Before he finished speaking, the sword spun lightly and sliced ​​off his head as easily as cutting tofu.

His head flew into the air, and blood gushed out like a fountain, blooming into a tragic blood flower in the sky.

The bloodstains stood out starlight, a stark irony against the black-clad man's greed and arrogance.

Ling Xiao's expression was cold and stern. He slightly trembled the long sword in his hand, and the blood droplets on the sword jumped up like nimble sprites before sliding down the blade.

At the same time, the sword hummed, as if cheering for the brief but intense exchange just now, or as if issuing a silent warning to the person in front of it.

Ling Xiao's lips curled slightly upward, revealing a calm, cold smile. His eyes were full of disdain as he spoke loudly:

"I am still His Majesty the Overlord Empire, have I ever been as arrogant as you?"

You're just an inner disciple of the Blazing Fire Sect, yet you dare to be so arrogant and reckless. Today, I'll teach you a lesson.

Looking at the head falling into the abyss, Ling Xiao's heart sank slightly.

The head tumbled in the clouds, a microcosm of the arrogance of the Blazing Fire Sect, gradually being swallowed by darkness.

Having encountered such a thing upon just entering the territory of the Cloud and Mist Kingdom, it seems that what the Xuan Tian Temple Master said was true; the reputation of the Blazing Fire Sect is truly worrying.

With such arrogant and wicked disciples, the sect must be in a state of chaos and corruption.

This trip to seek cooperation or resolve a potential crisis is likely to be more difficult than imagined, and there may be even more troubles and challenges ahead.

Just then, a blur of light streaked across the distance like lightning, moving with astonishing speed and carrying a fierce aura that seemed to tear the surrounding air apart.

Where the afterimage passed, it left a long trail of air, like a comet streaking across the night sky.

Ling Xiao instantly became alert, his eyes sharpened like an eagle's, and he unleashed a sudden burst of sword energy.

In an instant, a vast sword intent surged forth from his body like a raging tide, rapidly condensing into a tangible barrier in the void.

The barrier gleamed with a cold light, as if it were composed of countless sharp swords, exuding a chilling aura.

The afterimage crashed into the barrier with a dull thud, forcing it to stop and reveal itself.

The newcomer was dressed in a dark robe, the material of which had a mysterious sheen in the sunlight.

The word "Blazing Fire" is embroidered on the left chest, and the flame totem embroidered in gold thread is so lifelike that it seems to be about to burst into flames at any moment, and it is particularly eye-catching in the sunlight.

He was tall and imposing, with a cold and stern face, and his eyes revealed a fierce and cunning nature.

He stared intently at Ling Xiao, a look of surprise and uncertainty flashing in his eyes, as he secretly pondered the identity and strength of the man before him.

After a moment, he forced himself to remain calm and shouted:
"Who are you, and why did you injure my Blazing Fire Sect members?"

Do you think my Blazing Fire Sect is weak and easy to bully?
Ling Xiao remained expressionless, like a cold statue. His voice was calm and even, yet it exuded an undeniable air of authority.

"His Majesty Ling Xiao of the Overlord Empire wishes to see your sect's leader."

I have no ill intentions in coming here; I simply have important matters to discuss.

However, the disciples of your Blazing Fire Sect do not seem friendly. They were rude and tried to snatch people as soon as they met. I was only forced to take action.

The man's pupils contracted sharply, as if he had heard something unbelievable, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

But that look of surprise vanished in an instant, replaced by a cold laugh, his tone filled with utter disdain:
"His Majesty of the Overlord Empire?"

Just you?
Ha! The Overlord Empire is now struggling to survive, forced into retreat by the Annihilation Temple, like a stray dog. Do you even deserve to come to my Blazing Fire Sect to discuss matters?

Could it be that they've come seeking asylum?

Before he could finish speaking, Ling Xiao's eyes turned cold, and his long sword suddenly appeared, transforming into a beam of light that struck his brow like a bolt of lightning.

The sword light was so fast that the man didn't even have time to react.

The sword light pierced the skin, and beads of blood slid down the bridge of the nose, appearing particularly glaring in the sunlight.

The man stood frozen in place, as if under a spell, his feet rooted to the ground, unable to move an inch. (End of Chapter)