Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14354 The End of the Blazing Fire Sect
In Ling Xiao's eyes, a cold light shone intensely, as if it could penetrate all obstacles and reach the depths of the enemy's soul.

At this moment, he felt no pity or hesitation, only utter determination towards the enemy.

He swung his right hand forward sharply, the movement swift and decisive, as if sentencing an enemy to death, while uttering a chillingly cold word:

"kill!"

This single word, like a cold bolt of lightning, instantly pierced the tense and oppressive atmosphere.

"kill--!"

As if hearing the bugle call to charge, tens of thousands of soldiers of the Overlord Empire erupted in earth-shattering battle cries.

The sound was like rolling thunder, echoing between heaven and earth, as if it would shatter the entire world.

They swooped down from the back of the three-headed azure dragon like a surging silver torrent.

Every soldier had a determined look in their eyes, filled with murderous intent. The weapons in their hands gleamed with a cold light, and they charged towards the Blazing Fire Sect, which had lost its last barrier, with an indomitable spirit.

At the same time, the three-headed azure dragon beneath Ling Xiao's feet also sensed its master's fighting spirit and let out a roar that shook the heavens.

The roar was like the fury of an ancient behemoth, carrying an extremely terrifying dragon's might, and it rushed straight towards the crowd below.

The immense dragon's might pressed down like an endless mountain range, as if it would crush the entire Blazing Fire Sect.

Many disciples of the Blazing Fire Sect with lower cultivation levels collapsed to the ground under the terrifying dragon's might, their faces as pale as paper, their eyes filled with fear and despair, their fighting spirit completely gone, and they could only watch helplessly as death descended.

Ling Xiao himself also made a move.

His figure swayed slightly, leaving afterimages in the air like a ghost, and instantly rushed towards the Minghuo Zhenren in front of the main hall.

Ling Xiao now wields the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, its blade swirling with mysterious and powerful energy, as if telling a story of endless slaughter and legend.

His strength surged to a terrifying level at this moment. Unless a powerful figure from the Heavenly Abyss Holy Hall, who surpasses the Great Sun Realm, personally arrived, no one within the Great Sun Realm could withstand his power!
He was like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, carrying sharpness and killing intent, heading straight for Master Minghuo.

Upon seeing Ling Xiao personally charging towards him, Master Minghuo was terrified out of his wits.

His legs began to tremble uncontrollably, and his face was filled with terror.

He had personally witnessed Ling Xiao's terrifying power. That day, Ling Xiao, alone with his sword, stirred up a bloodbath within the Blazing Fire Sect. Wherever he went, no one could rival him.

In a one-on-one fight, no one in the entire Blazing Fire Sect could rival him.

At this moment, his heart was filled with regret and despair, and he only regretted that he should not have provoked this terrible evil star.

But it was too late; the shadow of death was closing in on him step by step.

At the critical moment of life and death, Master Minghuo was driven to the brink of despair, and the madness and despair deep in his heart surged like a raging tide.

His eyes were bloodshot, and a resolute madness flashed in them—a ruthless determination to drag his opponent down with him even if it meant being shattered to pieces.

He suddenly bit his tongue, and a stream of blood with a metallic taste instantly spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He didn't bother to wipe it away, and despite the excruciating pain, he forcefully spat out the blood and essence containing his own vital energy.

The essence blood traced a strange arc in the air, carrying wisps of spiritual energy fluctuations.

At the same time, his hands moved like windmills, forming hand seals rapidly and precisely, as if weaving an invisible net.

As the hand seals became faster and faster, Master Minghuo's face grew paler and paler, but his eyes became more and more determined.

Finally, he let out a bloodcurdling roar, a sound that seemed to burst forth from the depths of his soul, filled with boundless grief, indignation, and resentment:

"We respectfully invite the Ancestral Master to descend!"

"Protect my sect!"

"Call the ancestors!"

The roar was like a thunderclap, echoing between heaven and earth, causing the surrounding air to tremble slightly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire land of the Blazing Fire Sect seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand and began to tremble violently.

The stones on the ground seemed to come alive, crackling and popping.

In the deepest forbidden area of ​​the sect, the originally peaceful space suddenly rippled, and an extremely thick white pillar of light, containing an ancient and desolate aura, suddenly shot into the sky, reaching straight into the clouds.

The pillar of light seemed to be a bridge connecting heaven and earth, radiating a mysterious and powerful force.

Within the pillar of light, countless ancient runes danced and swirled like dazzling stars.

These runes shimmered with an eerie light, each containing profound mysteries, as if telling the story of the long history and heritage of the Blazing Fire Sect.

At the same time, a terrifying pressure far exceeding that of a high-level Great Sun Realm cultivator slowly spread out. The pressure, almost tangible, made everyone present feel short of breath and their hearts race.

Soon, within that white pillar of light that pierced through heaven and earth, a blurry figure gradually condensed and solidified.

It was the silhouette of a middle-aged man dressed in simple linen clothes. Although his face was blurry, his eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, as if they could see through all illusions.

He floated silently within the pillar of light, exuding a sense of time's passage, as if he had stepped out from a distant river of time, carrying endless majesty and mystery.

All the fighting in the arena paused unconsciously at this moment.

The soldiers of the Overlord Empire stopped what they were doing, staring wide-eyed at the figure in the pillar of light, their hearts filled with vigilance and unease.

The disciples of the Blazing Fire Sect, however, saw a savior, and their eyes rekindled with hope. They knelt down and chanted the name of their ancestor.

The two sides stood facing each other in silence, and the entire battlefield fell into an eerie stillness, like the calm before a storm.

The middle-aged man's gaze was like a sharp sword, instantly and accurately locking onto Ling Xiao, who was holding the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword and whose aura surged like a raging tide.

His eyes were sharp and deep, as if they could see through all appearances and reach the essence.

The moment he saw Ling Xiao, his brow furrowed slightly, a subtle movement that seemed to carry a hint of surprise, as he pondered to himself:

"Such a young powerhouse, with such an overwhelming aura at such a young age, is quite interesting. I wonder who his master is and what kind of experiences he has had."

But the next moment, his gaze was drawn to the ancient longsword in Ling Xiao's hand as if by a magnet.

The sword appeared ordinary, yet it faintly exuded a mysterious and powerful aura, as if containing endless mysteries and power. His previously calm expression suddenly changed drastically, like a still lake suddenly churned with turbulent waves.

His eyes widened in shock and disbelief as he exclaimed in a trembling voice, "It's...it's this sword! It...it has actually reappeared in the world! How is this possible? Wasn't this sword long ago lost in the annals of history?"