Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14377 The Power of the Ancestors
The middle-aged man's pupils contracted sharply, as if he were witnessing the most terrifying sight in the world, and a strong sense of unease welled up in his heart.

In the rush, there was no time to gather strength for a counterattack.

The middle-aged man knew the terrifying power of this punch; if he didn't defend himself with all his might, he would surely suffer a fatal disaster.

His muscles tensed instantly, like a fully drawn bowstring, containing immense power.

Suddenly, the muscles in his arms bulged out like hard rocks, with veins popping out like winding earthworms, gleaming with a metallic sheen, as if they were forged from the strongest steel.

He suddenly crossed his arms in front of him in a defensive stance, his arms taut and every muscle straining, trying to use this solid defense to block Ling Xiao's unstoppable punch.

His feet were firmly planted on the ground, as if rooted to the earth, providing stable support for his defense.

"Bam—!"

A deafening roar erupted in the training ground, as if two stars had collided violently, or as if an ancient beast was roaring and howling.

The sound was so loud it hurt your eardrums, as if it were going to shatter your soul.

Ling Xiao's fist, like a cannonball, slammed into the middle-aged man's crossed arms with unparalleled force.

In an instant, a terrifying power far exceeding the previous one erupted, like a surging tide or a raging hurricane, spreading outwards with overwhelming force.

The force struck the middle-aged man's arms, and he felt an irresistible force that quickly spread from his arms throughout his body.

His body flew backward uncontrollably, like a kite with a broken string, drawing a long arc in the air.

His feet dragged a deep trench in the ruins, kicking up stones and dirt that flew through the air.

It crashed straight down into the ruins hundreds of feet away, kicking up clouds of dust.

The smoke and dust, like a yellow cloud, completely enveloped his figure, making it impossible to see his condition.

After a long while, the smoke and dust gradually dissipated.

The middle-aged man struggled to his feet, his legs trembling slightly, as if he had endured immense pressure and had not yet recovered from the tremendous impact.

His body swayed unsteadily, like a candle flickering in the wind, as if he might collapse at any moment.

The ruins behind him, which he had just hit, instantly turned to dust, with tiny stones and dust falling like a miniature sandstorm.

A sweet taste rose in his throat, and he couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood. The blood drew a scarlet arc in the air and spilled onto the ground like blooming red flowers.

Clearly, his internal organs had been damaged, and all his internal organs had suffered varying degrees of damage under the impact of this powerful force. Every breath he took was accompanied by excruciating pain.

He raised his hand and forcefully wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a gesture that carried an indomitable stubbornness, as if declaring to the world that he would not be easily defeated.

His eyes became incredibly sharp, like two razor-sharp daggers, fixed intently on Ling Xiao in the distance.

In those eyes, there was both fear of Ling Xiao's formidable strength and an unyielding fighting spirit, as if to say:
"I won't give up like this, I'm determined to defeat you."

The next moment, he slowly opened his arms to the sides of his body, as if embracing the heavens and the earth.

His movements were slow and solemn, every detail exuding an ancient and mysterious aura, as if he were performing a sacred ritual.

His arms drew graceful arcs in the air, as if communicating with heaven and earth and drawing strength from them.

Immediately afterwards, he brought his hands together in front of his chest, forming an ancient and strange hand seal.

The handprint was complex and unique in shape, as if it contained the ultimate truth of the universe. The bending and placement of each finger was just right, as if it had been practiced countless times.

At the same time, he uttered deep, ancient syllables, syllables that seemed to come from ancient times, carrying a mysterious power, each word seemingly containing endless mysteries:
"Blessed by our ancestors, indestructible, the Primordial Vajra!"

Om-!
The deep, long humming sound, like the whisper of an ancient god, slowly drifted out from the middle-aged man's open mouth.

As soon as he finished speaking, the world seemed to lose its color.

In the darkness, a desolate and profound aura quietly spread, as if it had surged forth from the ancient and barbaric era, traversing endless ages.

This mysterious power, like a giant beast lurking in the darkness, suddenly pierced through the void, descending from the heavens with overwhelming force!

This power was like a golden waterfall, cascading down from the unreachable heavens and instantly penetrating the middle-aged man's body.

Wherever the golden light passed, the space seemed to be ignited, rippling with golden waves.

The middle-aged man's body trembled slightly under the impact of this force. Then, two dazzling golden beams shot out from his eyes, as if they could penetrate all obstacles in the world.

"Boom!"

Immediately afterwards, a series of popping sounds, like popping beans, emanated from his bones. The sounds were dense and crisp, like countless pearls rolling and colliding in a jade plate.

His entire body trembled violently, every muscle swelling and contracting as if countless tiny snakes were wriggling beneath his skin.

At the same time, a layer of golden light, as thin as a cicada's wing yet incredibly solid, covered his entire body. The light was both gentle and resilient, like the most perfect armor in the world, dressing him in an invisible golden suit of armor.

Under the golden light, his already formidable aura surged once more.

The aura was like a surging tsunami, spreading outwards wave after wave, compressing the air and causing it to whistle sharply wherever it passed.

His physical strength had increased several levels, and every inch of his skin shimmered with a metallic luster, as if it were forged from the most solid divine iron, exuding an indestructible aura.

Ling Xiao was closely watching the middle-aged man's every move. When he sensed the terrifying aura emanating from the man, which was like that of a prehistoric beast awakening, his face instantly darkened, becoming as gloomy as the sky before a storm.

His eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a hint of seriousness and vigilance.

He knew that this was not a simple physical skill, but a supernatural technique that invoked some ancient power, a technique powerful enough to change the course of the battle.

"We can't give him a chance to consolidate his position!"

Ling Xiao's mind raced, countless thoughts flashing through his head, each one concerning the outcome of the battle.

He knew the importance of striking first, and at this critical moment, he had to act first and interrupt the middle-aged man's spellcasting.