Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14379 What a terrifying attack!
The crimson light then formed a terrifying armor on his body, covered with sharp barbs and ferocious patterns, as if a hideous demon had descended upon the world.

Each piece of armor shimmered with an eerie light, as if it contained endless evil power.

Roar!
A clear, resounding roar that pierced the soul soared into the sky, as if it were a howl from hell.

The roar tore through the clouds, causing them to dissipate.

The entire ancient puppet city, from the tents made of animal hides to the tall and majestic stone fortress in the center, began to shake violently in the face of this terrifying roar.

The shaking intensified, as if it were a violent earthquake.

Countless cracks appeared on the walls, spreading rapidly like a spider web, as if the ancient city would collapse completely at any moment, turning it into ruins.

Ling Xiao's smile had completely changed. The smile that was originally confident and resolute had become somewhat ferocious, like a demon crawling out of the depths of hell, exuding endless cruelty and violence.

His eyes were fixed on the middle-aged man opposite him, his gaze as sharp as a blade, as if he wanted to pierce through him.

The middle-aged man's face, which had been as calm and expressionless as a mountain, suddenly changed drastically. Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his eyes were filled with panic.

Looking at him like this, Ling Xiao's lips curled up slightly, a resolute ruthlessness in them, and he slowly uttered a single word through gritted teeth:

"kill!"

The moment the word "kill" was uttered, it was as if Pandora's box had been opened, and the terrifying demonic intent that already enveloped the world suddenly intensified more than tenfold!
This demonic intent was no longer an illusion, but a tangible black tide, carrying endless destructive energy, surging and sweeping in all directions.

Wherever the tide passed, everything was mercilessly swallowed up.

The world within a radius of nearly 100,000 zhang instantly fell into endless chaos.

Space was no longer simply cracking apart, but began to be annihilated inch by inch, as if being wiped away little by little by an invisible hand, turning into the most primordial nothingness.

The originally bright light was distorted and deformed under the impact of this demonic force, as if it were being kneaded at will by a giant hand, and finally disappeared without a trace.

The energy between heaven and earth completely collapsed, the originally orderly energy rules were completely broken, and all kinds of violent energy turbulence rushed around recklessly. Everything came to an end under this terrifying power, as if the end of the world had come.

Sensing this terrifying power that could destroy everything and transcend comprehension, the middle-aged man's expression completely changed.

The initial apprehension had vanished, replaced by a genuine, soul-deep terror.

His body began to tremble uncontrollably, his legs went weak, and he almost couldn't stand up.

He had no doubt that if Ling Xiao were to complete this attack, even if he were in the strongest defensive state of the "Primordial Vajra" divine power, that seemingly indestructible defense would be nothing more than a thin sheet of paper in the face of this terrifying demonic intent.

His physical body and soul will absolutely be reduced to ashes by this sword, with no chance of escaping.

Just as Ling Xiao was about to unleash his attack, and that terrifying power was about to erupt like a volcano—

"I surrender!"

The middle-aged man used all his strength to roar.

The voice seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his soul, carrying a slight, imperceptible tremor, which sounded particularly abrupt in this chaotic world.

His voice was filled with despair and resentment, but even more so with a longing for life and fear of this terrifying force.

Give up?

Ling Xiao was slightly taken aback. The demonic intent that was about to erupt seemed to be suddenly suppressed by an invisible hand, causing it to pause.

He didn't expect that this guy... would actually admit defeat right away.

This sudden turn of events caused a flicker of doubt to cross his eyes, but soon, that sinister smile returned to his face.

The middle-aged man's eyes were wide open, staring intently at Ling Xiao, his gaze filled with vigilance and fear, as if Ling Xiao were a ferocious beast that might pounce on him and tear him to pieces at any moment.

He was afraid that Ling Xiao might not be careful or might suddenly change his mind and make another move.

The terrifying demonic energy that had just been raging around him was like the Sword of Damocles hanging over his head, making him tremble with fear every second.

So he shouted again urgently, his voice trembling with tension:
"I surrender!"

"I'm convinced!"

His tone carried a sense of relief at surviving a disaster, as well as a deep awe of Ling Xiao's strength.

In that instant, the middle-aged man's world seemed to have been paused, and time itself became slow and heavy.

He could truly smell the scent of death, a scent that was cold and piercing, like an invisible venomous snake tightly coiled around his neck, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

It was an overwhelming sense of impending doom, an inescapable feeling of impending death, as if the whole world was baring its fangs at him in that moment.

He knew perfectly well that if he continued to resist, only death awaited him.

After weighing the options, admitting defeat and saving his life became his only choice at this moment, like grasping at a straw in the darkness.

Upon hearing this, Ling Xiao felt a slight stirring in his heart, as if an invisible force was controlling the demonic intent surrounding him.

The terrifying demonic intent that had been so destructive quickly receded like the receding tide, vanishing into nothingness.

The surrounding air seemed to regain its vitality, no longer so oppressive and heavy.

Ling Xiao had no intention of killing anyone. He knew that every battle was full of variables and he would not take a life unless absolutely necessary.

Moreover, using the True Demon Nine Transformations was extremely taxing on him; each use felt like overdrawing his life force.

Now that we can force the other party to admit defeat and achieve our goal, this is naturally the best outcome, just like picking fruit from a tree without lifting a finger.

Upon seeing Ling Xiao withdraw, the dazzling golden light surrounding the middle-aged man vanished as quickly as clouds scattered by the wind.

He visibly breathed a sigh of relief, as if all his strength had been drained away, and his body swayed slightly.

His back was already soaked with cold sweat, and the icy sweat clung to his clothes, making him feel uncomfortable.

He glanced at Ling Xiao with lingering fear, his eyes filled with both terror at Ling Xiao's strength and relief at escaping death.

He couldn't help but ask, his voice trembling slightly:
"You... what exactly was that unfinished attack you just made?"

"How terrifying?"

His tone was filled with curiosity and awe for the unknown power.

Ling Xiao remained calm, without a trace of pride or smugness on his face, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.