Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14351 Leave no one behind

Ji Mingkong's concerns were not without merit. As the strategist of the Batian Empire, she always considered issues comprehensively and far-sightedly, starting from the overall strategic situation to avoid losing sight of the bigger picture.

However, Ling Xiao had his own considerations. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, like lightning in the cold night, instantly illuminating his resolute heart. He had already made his decision.

He slowly turned his head to look at Master Minghuo and the anxious and uneasy members of the Blazing Fire Sect behind him.

At this moment, the members of the Blazing Fire Sect were like a group of wild beasts driven into a corner by hunters, their eyes filled with fear and despair.

Ling Xiao's tone was icy, like a chilling wind from the depths of hell, leaving no room for negotiation, like a cold iron hammer crashing down:

"killed."

These two words fell lightly, yet they resounded like thunder in the ears of everyone present.

Although the voice was not loud, it carried an irresistible majesty that made everyone's heart tremble.

The already tense atmosphere instantly became even more volatile, as if a bloody storm was about to break out.

Ji Mingkong's delicate body trembled slightly, and her originally elegant and composed posture stiffened for a moment.

A hint of surprise flashed in her beautiful eyes, like a pebble suddenly thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

She clearly hadn't expected Ling Xiao to be so resolute; in her view, there might have been a better way to handle it.

She subconsciously looked at Ling Xiao, but only saw a profile with an expressionless face and sharp, piercing eyes.

That gaze seemed to penetrate everything, reaching straight to the heart, making people afraid to meet its eyes.

Ling Xiao's voice continued, carrying a detached indifference that suggested he had seen through the ways of the world, as if he were a wise man who had experienced many vicissitudes of life and had long since become indifferent to the grudges and affections of the world:
"Not kill?"

"What's the point of keeping them around?"

"Are we waiting for them to recuperate and then come back to trip us up and retaliate in secret?"

"The human heart is unpredictable in this world. If we let them go today, it will be like planting a time bomb next to us, which will explode at any time."

In his belief, there should be no mercy when dealing with enemies.

Being merciful to the enemy is being cruel to one's own people—this is an ironclad rule he learned from countless battles.

Every act of leniency may provoke an even fiercer counterattack from the enemy.

If given the opportunity, we must nip it in the bud to prevent future troubles.

Just like weeds, if you don't pull them out by the roots, they will always grow back, and they will be even more tenacious.

If we spare the Blazing Fire Sect today, they will never be grateful. They will only bury this humiliation deep in their hearts, like a venomous snake, quietly lurking and waiting for the best opportunity to strike.

Once the Overlord Empire shows signs of fatigue in its future clashes with the Holy Temple, these jackals will be the first to pounce and bite, plunging the Overlord Empire into an even more dangerous situation.

Killing the enemy without eliminating them would lead to endless troubles; Ling Xiao would never do such a foolish thing.

He must resolve the immediate hidden dangers in the most decisive way and clear the obstacles for the future of the Overlord Empire.

Almost the instant Ling Xiao's cold and resolute words fell, a strange undercurrent suddenly surged in the air, which had been so quiet that one could almost hear breathing.

Those water monsters, which had been hiding in the shadows like ghosts, suddenly emerged from the darkness as if drawn by invisible threads.

Their figures were ghostly, their movements so light they made no sound, transforming into streaks of black death lightning that silently pounced on the scattered Fiery Sect members.

These water monsters move at incredible speeds, as if they have transcended the boundaries of time and space, leaving no time to catch a glimpse of them.

Their movements were unpredictable and ever-changing, sometimes as serpentine and winding, sometimes as swift and powerful as a tiger.

Every move he made was filled with deadly intent.

The flash of the blade was like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, dazzling yet deadly.

One of the powerful members of the Blazing Fire Sect would surely collapse, clutching his throat, the gushing blood resembling a blooming red flower, strikingly bright in the darkness.

The members of the Blazing Fire Sect were already panicked by Ling Xiao's orders, and now, facing these ghostly water monsters, they were even more powerless to fight back. They could only watch helplessly as their companions fell one by one, and fear overwhelmed them like a tidal wave.

At the same time, the Batian Empire's army, having received tacit approval, launched a fierce attack like a lion awakened from its slumber.

Tens of thousands of silver-armored warriors surged out like a tidal wave, their synchronized footsteps sounding like the booming of war drums, shaking the entire world.

They quickly formed battle formations, their spears like a forest, their sharp tips gleaming coldly in the sunlight, like rows of scythes waiting to reap lives; their swords were like snow, their sharp blades radiating a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

They advanced with an overwhelming momentum, each step firm and powerful, as if they were going to crush the earth itself.

Their teamwork was seamless, like a tightly connected whole, with every movement refined through countless training sessions.

Their individual strength is already formidable; each soldier has undergone rigorous selection and arduous training, possessing exceptional combat capabilities.

With the added advantage of military formations, their combat effectiveness increased exponentially.

Dealing with these Fire Sect cultivators who had lost their will to fight and were fighting individually was simply a one-sided massacre.

The cultivators of the Blazing Fire Sect were like a swarm of headless flies, fleeing in all directions under the attack of the Overlord Empire's army, yet they could never escape the shadow of death.

The gap in strength is overwhelming.

The Blazing Fire Sect may dominate a region in the Cloud Mist Kingdom. With their unique techniques and resources, they have established their own power in the area, making other sects and forces hesitant to provoke them.

But how can they be compared to the elite troops of the Overlord Empire, which have undergone countless trials of fire and have perfected their systems?
The army of the Overlord Empire has emerged from countless wars. They have experienced the test of life and death and witnessed the baptism of blood and fire. Every warrior possesses an indomitable will and rich combat experience.

Its military system is extremely sophisticated, with strict procedures and standards for every aspect, from soldier training and combat command to logistical support and intelligence gathering.

The system for cultivating top talents is also very advanced, capable of continuously producing top-tier talents for the empire.

As it stands, the power of the Overlord Empire is second only to that of the Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary!
The Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary is a mysterious and powerful entity, possessing unimaginable strength and resources.

But the Overlord Empire is no less formidable. It is like a rising star, shining brightly on the continent, making other forces dare not underestimate it.

The moment the army of the Overlord Empire surged into the enemy ranks like a raging torrent, Master Minghuo felt a dizzying sensation before his eyes, and his last shred of hope was shattered like a withered leaf swept away by a raging wind.