Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14355 Battle Against the Fiery Ancestor

A gentle breeze occasionally swept around Ling Xiao, ruffling his slightly disheveled hair.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man's shocked exclamation rang out, the sound like a sharp arrow that pierced the air and went straight into Ling Xiao's ears.

Ling Xiao frowned slightly, and a hint of doubt welled up in his originally calm eyes, as if a small stone had been thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples to spread.

He slowly raised the renowned Demon Lord Black Sky Sword in his hand. The sword seemed to have its own life, shimmering with a cold light in the bright sunlight as he raised his hand.

The light was like a cold star twinkling in the deep night sky, exuding a chilling aura that kept people at a distance, yet it seemed to be silently telling of its past extraordinary glory, as if showing the world the countless upheavals and bloody massacres it had witnessed.

Ling Xiao's gaze was like two sharp swords, shooting straight at the middle-aged man opposite him. His voice was steady and powerful, as if carrying an unquestionable authority, as he asked.

"You recognize it?"

The middle-aged man did not answer Ling Xiao's question immediately.

His gaze remained fixed on Ling Xiao, as if Ling Xiao's face was filled with the answer he had been searching for.

His eyes were bloodshot, like a fine net, revealing his extreme tension and anxiety.

His voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly, like a candle flame flickering in the wind, as if it might go out at any moment.

In that trembling voice, there was both the fear of the sword that had once struck fear into the hearts of countless people reappearing in the world, a fear that enveloped him tightly like an icy tide; and an extreme desire for the unknown truth, like a traveler lost in the darkness, eagerly searching for a glimmer of light.

He pressed on, his voice becoming somewhat hoarse with excitement.

"tell me!"

"Why is it in your hands?!"

What secrets are hidden behind this sword?

What is your connection with it?

A barrage of questions shot out of his mouth like a barrage of cannonballs, each carrying with it the doubts and anxieties deep within him.

Clearly, the appearance of this sword had completely disrupted his thoughts, turning his once calm mind into chaos.

Ling Xiao did not rush to answer the middle-aged man's series of questions.

He lowered his head, his gaze gentle and focused on the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword in his hand, his fingertips lightly brushing the blade, the movement as gentle as if he were caressing an incomparably precious treasure.

In that instant, it was as if a special bridge of communication had been established between him and the sword.

Just then, the Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword trembled slightly. The sound was subtle yet clearly audible, as if it were conveying an unfamiliar thought to Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao sensed this thought, closed his eyes slightly, and seemed to be carefully interpreting its meaning.

After a moment, Ling Xiao slowly raised his head and looked at the phantom of the middle-aged man. His eyes were calm and indifferent, as if everything was under his control.

He shook his head, his tone as flat as if he were stating something perfectly ordinary.

"It says it doesn't know you."

The middle-aged man's phantom image, like an enraged statue, stared intently at Ling Xiao, his eyes burning with raging anger and endless doubt.

He repeated the question, this time in a more urgent tone, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth.

"answer me!"

"Why does this sword recognize you as its master?!"

The sound echoed all around, as if it would shatter the air, carrying an irresistible majesty.

Looking at the angry phantom before him, Ling Xiao's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile that exuded confidence and composure.

With a slight flick of his wrist, as if performing an unparalleled sword dance, the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword instantly emitted a crisp sword cry, a sound as clear and melodious as a nightingale's song, yet carrying a sharp and fierce aura.

The sword tip, like a nimble snake's tongue, pointed directly at the middle-aged phantom, as if declaring its dominance.

Ling Xiao spoke slowly, his voice steady and firm.

"The reasons for this are a long story, and I have no interest in going into detail with you."

"Since you are the founder of the Blazing Fire Sect, have you appeared here today to fight me?"

Upon hearing Ling Xiao's words, the middle-aged man's illusory figure hesitated for a moment, but this hesitation was quickly replaced by determination.

He remained silent for a moment, and in that brief silence, the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

He felt the soaring sword intent emanating from Ling Xiao, which surged towards him wave after wave like a raging tide, causing him to feel a pang of fear.

At the same time, he also sensed the faint threat emanating from the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword. The sword was like a sleeping beast that was now slightly opening its eyes, exuding a chilling aura.

Finally, he slowly nodded, a slow but resolute gesture.

The phantom's arm slowly rose, like a giant pillar supporting the sky, assuming a fighting stance, as if declaring its indomitable spirit to Ling Xiao.

"war!"

Lingxiao let out a long roar, the sound echoing in the air like thunder, as if it would shatter the entire world.

His internal energy suddenly erupted, like a long-dormant volcano suddenly erupting, with scorching magma surging out.

With a powerful stomp of his right foot, he seemed capable of shattering mountains and rivers. A deafening roar echoed, like a furious cry from heaven and earth.

He transformed into a dazzling sword rainbow that tore through the sky, a rainbow that resembled a brilliant galaxy, tracing a magnificent path across the dark sky.

The sword's rainbow carried unparalleled sharpness, as if it could sever everything in the world.

With an unstoppable momentum, it pierced straight into the middle-aged phantom in the pillar of light, as if it wanted to completely annihilate the phantom.

In the air, the middle-aged man's illusory figure also dared not be negligent, as he was well aware of the power of Ling Xiao's attack.

His right hand was clenched into a fist, which looked ordinary but contained boundless power.

He lifted it up seemingly slowly, but in reality, it was incredibly fast, as if the passage of time itself had slowed down for him.

With a single punch, the power surged towards Lingxiao like a raging tsunami.

When the fist was thrown, it seemed to trigger the laws of heaven and earth, and the surrounding space twisted and became illusory like water ripples, as if it were a crumpled painting.

The space seemed unable to withstand this force and was on the verge of collapsing, as if an apocalyptic disaster was about to strike.

"Boom——!"

The deafening roar was like the furious roar of ancient gods and demons, or the prelude to the collapse of heaven and earth, exploding in the sky.

The sword light, like a cascading Milky Way, carried an incomparably sharp edge, seemingly capable of severing all obstacles in the world; the fist shadows, like collapsing mountains, carried an overwhelming force, as if to crush the entire world.