Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14378 Chaos Vajra
Ling Xiao fell silent for a moment, as if he were accumulating all his strength, or as if he were communicating with heaven and earth, drawing on the mysterious power hidden in the void.

Immediately afterwards, the power within him surged to its peak once more, like a volcano about to erupt, surging and turbulent within him.

He charged forward with a sudden burst of speed, his footsteps cracking the ground and sending pebbles flying.

His figure was like a bolt of lightning, instantly tearing through space, carrying an indomitable momentum, and punched the middle-aged man's face covered with golden light!
This punch embodied all of Ling Xiao's strength and fighting spirit; it was his desire for victory and his indomitable spirit against a powerful enemy.

As the fist whistled through the air, it seemed as if a dragon's roar accompanied it, a sound that made one's eardrums ache.

However, this time, the middle-aged man neither dodged nor avoided, and did not even make any blocking or counterattack movements.

He stood there quietly, looking at Ling Xiao with cold eyes, as if he were looking at an insignificant ant.

He let that punch, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, land squarely on his face!

"boom!"

The muffled sound was deep and heavy, like a giant hammer crashing down on an ancient and hard rock, or like striking a piece of black iron that had been tempered over thousands of years. The sound had a texture that made one's heart tremble.

The middle-aged man swayed slightly, the movement so small it was like a gentle breeze rippling across a lake.

Immediately afterwards, he slid his feet lightly on the ground, sliding back several feet before standing firmly on his feet, which were rooted to the ground as if they were planted there, without moving an inch.

However, the situation was completely different for Ling Xiao.

He felt an extremely terrifying force of recoil, like a surging tide, rushing towards his arm.

The force was incredibly fierce, and wherever it passed, his right arm instantly became numb and tingling, as if countless tiny steel needles were piercing him at the same time, or as if millions of ants were gnawing at him.

His entire right arm began to tremble uncontrollably, the bones making a cracking sound as if they were about to split open.

Under the impact of this powerful recoil, Ling Xiao was sent flying uncontrollably backward, like a kite with a broken string, tracing a long arc in the air.

His body flipped in mid-air, his hair danced wildly in the wind, and his clothes fluttered in the strong wind.

The distance of several hundred feet seemed to pass in an instant under his backward flight trajectory.

Finally, he landed heavily, stomping his feet hard on the ground in an attempt to steady himself, but he still staggered several steps before barely managing to stand.

He looked down at his trembling, swollen right hand. His right hand was covered with patches of abnormal redness, and his knuckles were swollen like small steamed buns. Even the slightest movement caused excruciating pain.

He was utterly horrified, as if he had witnessed the most unbelievable thing in the world.

He had used all his strength in that punch, and at least 70-80% of the force was rebounded back, like a spinning arrow, and hit himself.

This bizarre situation filled him with a deep sense of powerlessness.

Ling Xiao looked up in disbelief at the middle-aged man who was surrounded by golden light and looked like a golden-armored war god.

The middle-aged man radiated a golden light, so dazzling that it seemed as if the sun's radiance was concentrated on him.

His body stood tall and straight like a pine tree, exuding an indomitable aura, as if no force in the world could defeat him.

Ling Xiao cursed inwardly, his voice soft but filled with anger and resentment:

"This guy's defense has become insane, he can even reflect damage?!"

"This...this physical supernatural power is too cheating!"

"Is this even human? It's a monster!"

At this moment, the middle-aged man slowly walked towards Ling Xiao.

His steps were steady and powerful, and with each step the ground trembled violently, as if a giant were walking, each step carrying a world-destroying force.

That overwhelming sense of power and near-invincible defensive stance were like two invisible mountains pressing down on Ling Xiao's heart, enough to make any opponent feel despair.

Ling Xiao endured the excruciating pain in his right arm, biting his lip tightly, veins bulging on his forehead, and tried to keep his voice steady as he asked in a deep voice:

"Your 'Primordial Vajra' technique must be some kind of supernatural secret method that draws upon ancient power, right?"

His eyes revealed a stubbornness and unwillingness, as if he was trying to find a way to break this powerful supernatural ability from the other party's answer.

The middle-aged man stood quietly amidst the dazzling golden light, like an unshakeable golden deity.

He was expressionless, his cold face devoid of any emotion, as if nothing in the world could move him.

His voice slowly traveled through the thick golden light, carrying a buzzing echo, like the tolling of an ancient bell, reverberating through the air:
"This is a secret technique passed down through my clan, originating from our bloodline and stimulating our potential. It does not rely on external magical artifacts, and it is in accordance with the bet."

The voice was steady and firm, each word striking Ling Xiao's heart like a heavy hammer.

stunt!

These two words flashed through Ling Xiao's mind instantly. He keenly realized that this was one of the opponent's trump cards, the strongest weapon the opponent had revealed in this fierce battle.

The powerful aura emanating from this extraordinary skill made him feel an unprecedented pressure, but at the same time, it ignited the fighting spirit deep within him.

Ling Xiao nodded slightly, his resolute gaze showing no fear whatsoever, but rather igniting an even stronger fighting spirit, as if two burning flames were leaping in his eyes.

A slight upturn of his lips revealed a confident yet resolute smile as he spoke loudly:

"Alright! Since you're serious, I won't hold back anymore!"

The voice was loud and powerful, filled with fearless courage and an unwavering belief in victory.

Then, he smiled slightly, a smile that carried a hint of mystery and determination.

He took a deep breath, and his true energy circulated wildly within his body, as if giant dragons were surging through his meridians.

Immediately afterwards, he unleashed the first transformation of the Nine Transformations of True Demon—Blood Calamity True Demon Transformation!

The mere utterance of this one sentence seemed to possess immense magic, as if the words themselves were law.

In an instant, the space within a thousand feet around the two could no longer withstand that terrifying power, and with a "crack" sound, as if glass were shattering, it began to crack and collapse in large areas.

The cracking sound was sharp and piercing, like the lament of the world.

As space collapsed, the dark void turbulence behind it was exposed. The void turbulence was like a huge black vortex, radiating endless devouring power, as if it wanted to sweep everything in the world into it.

Immediately, crimson light surged from Ling Xiao's body, the light like a burning flame, scorching and violent.