Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14367 Ling Bi Has News
Ling Xiao knew that although Ni Shuanghan appeared cold, she had her own principles and convictions. Perhaps in her view, actions speak louder than words.

When Ling Xiao and his group returned to the Batian Empire, weary from their journey, and stepped through the familiar yet vibrant city gates, the scene before them instantly eased Ling Xiao's tense nerves.

The streets of the city were clean and tidy, the stalls were arranged in an orderly manner, the vendors' calls rose and fell, the people's faces were filled with peaceful and contented smiles, and the children were playing and laughing in the crowd, creating a harmonious scene.

Looking at this well-ordered life, Ling Xiao's heart, which had been tense for a long time due to external threats, relaxed slightly, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up, revealing a knowing smile.

For him, Batian City was no longer just a city, but a warm harbor.

Here are his friends, those close friends who stayed by his side through difficult times, fighting alongside him and laughing together; his comrades-in-arms, those brothers who shared life and death with him on the battlefield, entrusting their backs to each other without reservation; and the people he cares about, those relatives he worries about and is willing to give everything to protect.

Their presence filled the city with warmth, and also made Ling Xiao deeply aware of the immense responsibility he bore.

He had to protect them and safeguard the empire he had built.

This was the vow he made, and also the firmest belief deep in his heart.

However, the thought of the ferocious forces outside, especially the mysterious and powerful Realm of Annihilation, filled Ling Xiao with a strong sense of crisis.

A chilling killing intent rose from the depths of his heart, as if a storm was about to break, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze, sending shivers down one's spine.

He turned around abruptly, his movements swift and decisive, like an awakened lion, gazing into the depths of the vast starry sky that had swallowed countless secrets and bred countless powerful enemies.

That starry sky is like a huge mystery, hiding countless dangers and opportunities.

Ling Xiao slowly clenched his right hand into a fist, his knuckles turning white from the force, as if he wanted to concentrate all his power into this one punch.

He muttered to himself, his voice low, but with a resolute and unwavering determination:

"The Realm of Annihilation... No matter if you're the Heavenly Abyss Saint Lord, or some Demon Heaven Sect, or the Annihilation Holy Hall... if you try to touch what I cherish, I'll fight you to the bitter end!"

"Till death!"

These words, like a roar, shattered the silence of the night, demonstrating his fearless courage and unwavering determination.

After saying that, he moved and was about to leave, seemingly wanting to immediately prepare for the upcoming battle.

But after taking only a few steps, he suddenly stopped, as if pulled back by an invisible force.

His brows furrowed, a clear-headed calculation flashing in his eyes, and he quickly considered how to respond.

He knew that relying solely on harsh words and impulsive courage was far from enough.

The Silent Realm is incredibly deep, teeming with powerful experts and complex factions, each possessing profound resources and formidable strength.

"No, just talking tough won't work."

"The realm of Nirvana is very deep; we must continue to grow stronger, and recruit as many helpers as possible!"

Ling Xiao silently warned himself.

He understood that only by continuously improving his strength and becoming powerful enough could he remain invincible in this brutal struggle.

At the same time, recruiting more helpers and expanding one's own power is also crucial.

After all, one person's strength is limited. Only by uniting more people can we form a powerful force to fight against external enemies.

The Overlord Empire, Overlord City, Imperial Palace.

This is the core of Ling Xiao's territory, and also an important place for his cultivation and planning.

Ling Xiao strode into the palace with firm steps, his eyes revealing a resolute and focused expression.

Keep practicing!

This was the only thought in his mind at that moment.

Only by being strong enough can we deter others and prevent those with ill intentions from easily invading; only then will more people join us, gather more strength, and jointly protect this hard-won homeland.

Ling Xiao arrived at the cultivation room, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and immersed himself in cultivation.

Around him, spiritual energy began to slowly gather, forming tiny vortexes, as if responding to his desire to become stronger.

In this quiet training room, Ling Xiao had only one goal in mind: to constantly break through his own limits, become a true strongman, and protect everything he cherished.

Three days later, Ling Xiao found himself in a quiet cultivation chamber with intricate arrays.

For the next three days, he devoted himself entirely to refining the energy essence absorbed in this battle.

The energy essence absorbed during the battle was like a raging, mysterious chaotic fire that surged wildly within his body before being gradually tamed.

Ling Xiao kept his eyes tightly closed, his expression sometimes as solemn as iron, sometimes as relaxed as a cloud, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, soaking his clothes.

But he remained focused, relying on his unwavering will and superb cultivation techniques to gradually sort and fuse the violent energy essence.

Finally, with a flash of light within his body, he refined all the energy essence he had absorbed in this battle, and his cultivation officially reached the peak of the Star Realm.

At that moment, he felt as if he had become one with the vast starry sky.

In that boundless starry sky, countless energies flowed into his body naturally, like babbling brooks or surging tides.

These energies, carrying the mystery and power of the stars, flowed through his meridians, constantly strengthening his body and refining his soul, enabling him to continuously grow stronger.

Once his breathing had calmed down a bit, Ling Xiao slowly opened his eyes, which sparkled with a light as bright as stars.

He stood up, stretched his limbs, and a series of crackling sounds came from his body, as if the dormant power within him was being awakened and cheered, full of a sense of power.

He strode forward with steady, powerful steps, pushing open the heavy palace door, which was engraved with mysterious runes.

As the palace doors slowly opened, a beam of brilliant sunlight poured in, illuminating the entire hall.

Outside the main hall, Ji Mingkong had been waiting for a long time.

She had a tall and straight posture and a pretty face, but at this moment her face carried a trace of worry that was not easily detected, and her eyes revealed her concern for the unknown situation.

Ling Xiao looked at her, his gaze sharp and direct, and asked bluntly:

"what happened?"

"Judging from your expression, it seems like something important has come up?"

Ji Mingkong took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and said in a deep voice:

"We have news about Ling Bi from Xuantian Temple!"

Ling Bi!

These two words struck Ling Xiao's heart like a heavy hammer.

Ling Xiao's pupils contracted slightly, and his expression immediately became extremely serious, like a volcano about to erupt, radiating an imposing aura.
"What's the specific situation?"

"Say it!"