Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14362 Is it a blessing or a curse?

Zhang Leili felt the air around him become incredibly heavy, as if it were a physical weight pressing down on him, causing him to stop breathing. Each breath felt like he was using up all his strength.

His soul trembled violently, like a helpless little bird shivering in a storm, unable to move even a finger, only able to watch helplessly as this terrifying power assaulted him.

"Senior... what... what do you mean by this?!"

Zhang Leili was horrified. His mouth was slightly open, but he could only manage to squeeze out these intermittent sounds from his throat, each word as if he had used up his last bit of strength.

His face was filled with disbelief, as if he couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes, and his heart was filled with doubt and fear.

The woman remained silent, as if Zhang Leili's words were nothing more than a gentle breeze that passed by her ear, leaving no trace.

His answer came from a jade hand that appeared delicate and fair, as if carved from fine jade, yet contained the power to destroy the world.

She simply raised her hand casually, her movements elegant and composed, as if she were merely brushing away a speck of dust from her sleeve.

Then, she gently swung her hand in the direction Zhang Leili was.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, no flashy and dazzling brilliance, only a pure and ultimate rule of power.

The power was like an invisible thread, silently passing through space. Wherever it passed, the space was cut into tiny cracks, making a "sizzling" sound.

This force, though seemingly gentle, contains boundless power, as if it could destroy everything in the world.

"boom--!"

The sound was like a thunderclap from the ancient chaos, deep and powerful, exploding in the vast void.

The sound was like an angry roar from heaven and earth, carrying an irresistible majesty, instantly shattering the tranquility of the place.

Zhang Leili, a renowned figure in the Heavenly Abyss Holy Hall of the Silent Realm, possesses an exceptionally strong physical body, capable of withstanding the impact of stars.

In ordinary times, he relied on his strong physique to navigate countless battles and dangers without ever feeling the slightest fear.

However, at this moment, with a casual wave of the mysterious woman in black robes, his physical body shattered inch by inch without warning, like fragile glass.

The sound of shattering was subtle yet clearly audible, like glass breaking one by one on a hard surface, each sound striking the hearts of everyone present.

Immediately afterwards, his physical body transformed into a cloud of blood mist, which exploded with a bang. The red blood mist spread through the void, like a flower of evil that bloomed but quickly withered, carrying a cruel yet shocking beauty.

At this critical moment of life and death, Zhang Leili's soul, relying on the life-saving treasures he had accumulated over the years, let out a shrill scream.

The scream was like the mournful cry of an owl in the darkness, filled with pain and despair.

His soul barely managed to break free of some of its restraints, like a flying insect trapped in a spider web, struggling with all its might to escape even a tiny bit of its confinement.

In an instant, his soul retreated thousands of feet away, his soul body dim and lifeless, as if all his life force had been drained away.

His eyes were filled with terror and lingering fear as he gazed at the woman in black robes from afar. His body trembled slightly with fear, and he dared not approach her even a fraction closer, as if taking one step would plunge him back into utter ruin.

This sudden scene stunned Ling Xiao; his pupils contracted instantly, his eyes filled with shock and confusion.

He had no idea that this mysterious woman would suddenly attack Zhang Leili, and that she would be so ruthless, decisive, and merciless.

That seemingly casual wave contained a world-destroying power, sending a chill down Ling Xiao's spine.

Is she friend or foe?
Ling Xiao frowned deeply, his eyes revealing deep contemplation. He tried to find answers from the mysterious woman's actions, but he was as if he were in a fog, unable to find any clues.

At this moment, the figure of the woman in black robes began to become somewhat blurry and illusory, like a painting that had been soaked in water, gradually losing its original clarity.

Clearly, the power of this clone is about to be exhausted and cannot be maintained for much longer.

She gazed at Ling Xiao again, her eyes like two sharp beams of light, as if trying to pierce his soul and imprint his image on his face.

Her eyes revealed a complex emotion that was hard to describe, a mixture of expectation, inquiry, and a touch of mystery.

Gradually, her body faded like a candle flickering in the wind, as if it could be blown away by the breeze in the void at any moment.

Just as she was about to completely disappear into the world, she finally spoke again.

The voice was ethereal and otherworldly, as if it came from the distant horizon, or as if it resonated deep within Ling Xiao's heart, carrying an undeniable quality that clearly reached his ears:

“When my true form emerges from seclusion, I will... come to find you in person... The Demon Sword has chosen you..."

As soon as she finished speaking, her figure completely transformed into specks of light, like shooting stars twinkling in the night sky, disappearing without a trace.

Only ripples of energy remained in the void, spreading out in concentric circles, as if they were the last traces left behind by the mysterious woman when she departed.

And those words, with their enigmatic meaning, weighed heavily on Ling Xiao's heart like a boulder, leaving him unable to let go for a long time.

He stared at the spot where the woman had vanished, his eyes filled with confusion and contemplation, wondering what changes this mysterious woman's appearance would bring to his fate.

Will they come looking for me?

Is it a blessing or a curse?

Ling Xiao's brows were tightly furrowed, like two insurmountable mountains, his heart filled with vigilance and doubt.

The mysterious woman's strength was unfathomable. Even a mere clone could obliterate a powerful figure like Zhang Leili with a mere gesture. Such terrifying strength was truly beyond comprehension.

Her intentions were like a thick fog, shrouding Ling Xiao and making it impossible for him to see the road ahead.

What exactly did she mean by saying "the magic sword has chosen you"?
What secrets are hidden behind this?
Is it to use me to achieve some goal, or is it because they genuinely see me in a different light?
The more Ling Xiao thought about it, the more his head ached, and the unease in his heart grew wildly like weeds.

Not far away, Zhang Leili's soul, still shaken, gazed at Ling Xiao with eyes filled with jealousy and resentment.

His voice trembled slightly, as if he were desperately suppressing his inner fear and anger:
"Ling Xiao! I never expected... I never expected that even the number one expert of the Demon Heaven Sect would be alarmed by you!"

"Just how many secrets are you hiding?!"

"You always pretend to be an ordinary person, but in reality you are hiding such a great secret, which has attracted the experts of the Demon Heaven Sect to show themselves for you. What kind of unspeakable conspiracy do you have?"

Zhang Leili became more and more agitated as he spoke, his soul and body fluctuating violently with anger, as if they might dissipate at any moment.