Batian Martial Soul

The middle-aged man spoke slowly and deliberately, each word carrying a scorching heat, as if it could burn Lingxiao to ashes:

"In this Cloud and Mist Kingdom, it has always been others who have the awe of our Blazing Fire Sect. When have we ever needed to respect others?"

"Our Blazing Fire Sect is the law of this Cloud Mist Kingdom. Our word is law, and anyone who dares to disobey will face certain death!"

Ling Xiao's expression was cold and stern, his eyes revealing an undeniable determination. He slightly raised his palm, as if a thousand pounds of power were gathered within it.

In an instant, the God-Slaying Sword seemed to be an ancient divine weapon awakened, suddenly bursting forth with dazzling starlight. The light was so bright that it seemed to illuminate the entire world.

The sword tip, like a sharp bolt of lightning, pointed straight at the opponent. Its light flickered unpredictably, sometimes like a lurking beast, poised to pounce; other times like a surging wave, turbulent and turbulent, as if it would devour everything in its path.

Ling Xiao's voice was deep and powerful, each word striking the hearts of everyone like a heavy hammer:
"In that case, let's see who's the best."

This world is one where the strong rule!
The law of the jungle is vividly demonstrated here. Only by possessing great strength can one gain a foothold in this complex world and earn the respect and awe of others.

Ling Xiao knew all too well that these people from the Blazing Fire Sect were all arrogant and self-important, relying on the strength of their sect and never taking others seriously.

The only way to gain their respect is to demonstrate our strength.

Only by overwhelming them with absolute strength and completely shattering their ridiculous arrogance will they understand that in this world, it is not only their Blazing Fire Sect that can run rampant.

His gaze, sharp as an eagle's eye, slowly swept over every disciple of the Blazing Fire Sect present, taking in their expressions of contempt or wariness. He sneered inwardly, thinking, "Today I'll show you that I, Ling Xiao, am not someone to be trifled with."

Seeing Ling Xiao's provocation, the middle-aged man was filled with rage. He slowly clenched his fists, and his knuckles cracked like popping beans from the excessive force. The sound was particularly clear in the silent air.

His aura surged, like a volcano about to erupt, containing boundless power.

His robes billowed like bellows, rustling loudly, as if telling of his inner anger and resentment.

The sky beneath his feet seemed to distort, the once azure sky becoming somewhat blurry, and scorching heat waves spread outwards like a surging tide, baking the air wherever they passed.

The middle-aged man glared angrily and roared:
"as you wish!"

The sound, like a thunderclap, echoed in front of the mountain gate.

Just as he was about to strike and deliver a fatal blow to Ling Xiao, a long, drawn-out voice came from the sky.

The sound seemed to traverse the endless sky, carrying a strange rhythm, like an ancient bell tolling in people's hearts, stirring them deeply.
"So it is His Majesty the Overlord Emperor of the Overlord Empire who has graced us with his presence. We are so sorry for not welcoming you sooner."

Ling Xiao looked up and saw a middle-aged man in a red robe standing in the void.

The man stood with his hands behind his back, his posture as upright as a pine tree, his clothes fluttering, as if he might ride the wind away at any moment.

He stood there seemingly casually, yet he appeared to blend into the entire sky, giving off an air of profound mystery.

His face was obscured by the starlight, but his eyes shone brightly, gleaming with wisdom and majesty, as if they could see through all pretense and reach the depths of one's heart.

The man in red robes stood in the void, his posture as upright as a pine tree. His red robes fluttered in the wind. His expression was calm as he spoke softly. Although his voice was gentle, it was like an invisible mountain, carrying an undeniable pressure that weighed heavily on everyone's hearts:
"Without dealing with the ferocious threat from the Temple of Annihilation, how can Your Majesty have the leisure to visit my Cloud Mist Kingdom?"

Do you think my Cloud Mist Kingdom is easy to bully and want to trample on it at will?
After saying that, his gaze, like a nimble snake, darted between Ling Xiao and Ni Shuanghan, as if searching for something. Finally, it slowly settled on the God-Slaying Sword in Ling Xiao's hand, which was radiating a chilling light, and a subtle, unusual glint flashed in his eyes.

Ling Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly, like a keen cheetah scrutinizing its prey. A glint of light flashed in his eyes, as if trying to see through the red-robed man's thoughts. He asked in a deep voice:

"Do you know me?"

His voice was deep and powerful, carrying an innate sense of authority.

The man in red robes chuckled softly, a laugh like the cry of an owl, echoing in the silent air, carrying a hint of unfathomable mystery.

"In this Realm of Annihilation, who doesn't know the Overlord Emperor?"

You single-handedly confronted the powerful Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary, maneuvering amidst sword fights and bloodshed. Such a feat has spread like wildfire throughout the lands, inspiring awe and admiration in countless people.

Although his words carried a hint of praise, his slightly raised tone concealed sarcasm, as if implying that Ling Xiao's reckless act was nothing more than the work of a fool.

Ling Xiao's lips curled up slightly, revealing a confident yet slightly mocking smile. The God-Slaying Sword twirled beautifully in his broad and powerful palm, its blade gleaming with cold light, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, drawing a dazzling arc of light.

He looked directly at the man in red robes and said loudly:
"So you must be the Sect Master of the Blazing Fire Sect?"

"Deputy Sect Master."

The man in red robes shook his head slightly, his movements elegant and composed, his gaze never leaving the sword in Ling Xiao's hand, as if the sword possessed some kind of fatal attraction.

"I have a rough idea of ​​the purpose of your trip."

You've come because of the Temple of Annihilation, haven't you?
After all, the Temple of Annihilation has been ambitious in recent years, expanding its power everywhere and causing devastation wherever it goes. Now it has set its sights on the Overlord Empire. As the Overlord Emperor, you naturally cannot sit idly by.

Ling Xiao nodded slightly, his movements steady and composed. The tip of his sword drooped slightly, as if concealing its sharpness, but the fierce aura emanating from him remained undiminished. He maintained a high level of vigilance, his gaze fixed intently on the man in red robes, and said:
"Since that's the case, let's get straight to the point."

The Temple of Annihilation harbors wolfish ambitions and deserves to be punished. They are like a pack of greedy wolves, never satisfied.

If the Overlord Empire falls, given their expansionist momentum, their next target will surely be the Cloud Mist Kingdom.

The principle of "if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold" should be understood by the Vice Sect Leader.

"I have come here today in the hope that your esteemed sect can join forces with my Overlord Empire to fight against the Temple of Annihilation and restore peace to this Annihilation Realm."

The red-robed man's previously calm expression suddenly changed, and he burst into laughter.

The laughter, as loud as a booming bell, echoed wildly across the vast sky, like rolling thunder, causing the nearby mountains to tremble slightly, the trees to rustle, and leaves to fall in droves. (End of Chapter)