Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14336 Who else is dissatisfied?
The powerful figure from the Blazing Fire Sect had bloodshot eyes, as if he were about to breathe fire. He gripped his weapon tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

However, no sooner had he finished speaking than a clear "hum" of a sword rang out, like the death knell tolling by the Grim Reaper.

A sharp, piercing sword light flashed by, like lightning ripped through the night sky, so fast that no one could blink.

The man's head had already flown off, tracing a strange arc in the air.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, drawing a blinding arc in the sky before splashing onto the ground, creating clusters of blood flowers.

The whole process was so fast that no one had time to react; it was as if time had frozen at that moment.

The surrounding disciples of the Blazing Fire Sect were stunned by this sudden scene. Their eyes widened and their mouths opened, but they couldn't utter a sound.

The entire venue fell into an instantaneous, deathly silence, as if time itself had frozen.

The head tumbled through the air, the faint sound jarring in the silence, like death whispering in someone's ear, making everyone's heart leap into their throat.

He was instantly killed by a single sword strike?

This cruel and shocking scene struck the hearts of every disciple of the Blazing Fire Sect like a heavy hammer.

Their eyes widened, their faces filled with disbelief, as if they had witnessed the most incredible thing in the world.

Normally, they run rampant in the Cloud and Mist Kingdom. When have they ever suffered such a heavy blow? When have they ever seen such a clean, decisive, and ruthless way of killing?
Ling Xiao coldly surveyed his surroundings, his gaze like sharp, icy blades, sending chills down the spines of those who looked at him.

There was no pity or hesitation in those eyes, only endless indifference and resolve.

"Who else wants to try?"

His voice was deep and powerful, echoing in the air like a resounding bell, carrying an unquestionable authority.

Just then, another man stepped forward, his steps heavy and powerful, each step seeming to tread on the hearts of everyone present.

His eyes were filled with resentment and venom, his gaze like that of a venomous snake, fixed on Ling Xiao as if he wanted to devour him alive.

The spear in his hand gleamed with a cold light, its tip trembling slightly, as if yearning for the nourishment of blood.

"Ling Xiao, you're going too far..."

He gritted his teeth and said fiercely, but before he could finish speaking...

With a "whoosh," the sword light flashed again like lightning, its speed exceeding all imagination, as if it had transcended the boundaries of time and space.

The second head flew up, tracing a blood-red arc in the air.

This time, everyone finally saw the trajectory of the sword light. It was like a silver dragon, flashing through the air, carrying endless killing intent and power.

However, even after seeing the trajectory clearly, they still didn't have time to react and could only watch helplessly as the horrific scene unfolded.

The silence was terrifying, as if even the stars had stopped turning, and the whole world had fallen into a deathly stillness.

Every disciple of the Blazing Fire Sect had a face filled with horror and disbelief. Their bodies were frozen in place, their eyes filled with fear and despair.

His usual arrogance had vanished without a trace, replaced by deep fear and unease.

Ling Xiao's gaze was like lightning as he swept over each disciple of the Blazing Fire Sect once again. His eyes were like a cold, icy pool, sending chills down everyone's spines.

His voice was calm and even, yet it carried a chilling killing intent:
"Who else?"

These three words were very light, as light as a breeze, but they exploded in everyone's hearts like a bomb, sending chills down everyone's spines.

Some of the weaker disciples had already begun to tremble slightly; their legs were shaking like leaves, and their teeth were chattering uncontrollably.

The man in the red robe stared intently at Ling Xiao, his eyes filled with anger, resentment, and fear.

His fingernails dug deep into his palms, and blood flowed down between his fingers, but he was completely unaware.

He finally realized that he had not only underestimated Ling Xiao's strength, but also his temper and decisiveness.

This seemingly young man is actually a decisive and ruthless strongman, someone they cannot easily provoke.

Ling Xiao glanced contemptuously at the group of people from the Blazing Fire Sect, his eyes filled with disdain and mockery, as if he were looking at a bunch of clowns.

Then he turned and left, his steps steady and firm.

His robe sleeves fluttered in the air like battle flags waving in the wind, exuding fearlessness and domineering aura.

Just then, the man in red robes suddenly spoke in a cold voice, his words seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a long-suppressed rage, like a volcano about to erupt:

"Overlord Emperor, today you have humiliated my Blazing Fire Sect so blatantly, trampling our dignity under your feet. We will remember this grudge!"

We will get our money back with interest one day!

His eyes burned with fury as he stared intently at Ling Xiao's back, as if trying to see right through him.

Ling Xiao paused slightly, as if touched by the red-robed man's words, but did not turn around.

He spoke softly, each word clear and distinct, like a cold blade slicing through the air:
"He who insults others will always be insulted in return."

You usually rely on the power of the Blazing Fire Sect to run rampant in the Cloud Mist Kingdom, wantonly humiliating others and not knowing how to respect others. So why do you expect others to respect you?
Everything you've done today is simply the result of your own actions.

His voice was calm and firm, without the slightest fear or hesitation.

After saying that, he and Ni Shuanghan did not linger, and their figures gradually disappeared into the depths of the sky.

Only a group of Blazing Fire Sect disciples were left looking at each other in bewilderment. They looked at each other with confusion and fear in their eyes, as if they had lost their leader.

The man in the red robe had a livid face, like a stiff stone. His hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force. The anger and resentment in his heart surged like a turbulent tide.

Ling Xiao and Ni Shuanghan sped through the sky of the Cloud Kingdom, their speed as fast as lightning, stirring up the surrounding clouds into endless turbulence.

The swirling clouds around it resembled countless shimmering ribbons, drawing dazzling trails of light across the deep sky, like fireworks bursting in the heavens—beautiful and spectacular.

Like two shooting stars streaking across the night sky, carrying endless light and power, they sped toward the border of the Cloud Kingdom.

Just as they were about to cross the border of the Cloud Mist Kingdom, the void ahead suddenly rippled, as if an invisible hand was stirring the space.

Immediately afterwards, a graceful figure slowly emerged from the void, blocking their path.

The figure was like a fairy descending to earth, exuding an otherworldly aura, which made Ling Xiao and Ni Shuanghan pause slightly.