Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14382 Don't do anything reckless!
The other party's answer was too perfunctory; that light "I won't hurt her" was as if they wanted to shoo him away like a fly.

Do you think Ling Xiao is as easy to fool as a three-year-old child?

Ling Bi was an extremely important relative to him in this world, someone he would risk his life to protect.

Without seeing Ling Bi with his own eyes, confirming that she was safe and sound, and knowing her true wishes, he trusted no one!
In his view, all this so-called protection was just an excuse, and there might be some ulterior motive behind it.

The middle-aged man was so enraged by Ling Xiao's reckless remarks that his face turned ashen. His previously kind expression instantly became ferocious, like the sky before a storm.

He stared intently at Ling Xiao, his eyes burning with fury. His voice, forced out through clenched teeth, carried a chilling threat, each word like a cold blade:
"Kid, don't push us!"

"Some things are far beyond your imagination, and are beyond the capacity of a little kid like you to handle!"

"Once you cross that line, what awaits you is an abyss of no return!"

"Forcing you?"

Ling Xiao suddenly burst into laughter in anger. The laughter was sharp and piercing, as if it were a merciless mockery of the middle-aged man's threat.

His voice suddenly rose, carrying a desperate, resolute tone, like a beast driven to the brink of destruction, ready to perish together with its enemy:
"Cut the fucking nonsense!"

"Today, you have two choices!"

"Either let me see her with my own eyes and confirm that she is safe and sound and that she came with you willingly!"

"I want to see no sign of reluctance or coercion on her face!"

"Either you do it now and kill me right here!"

"Don't try to play those fancy tricks on me!"

"Otherwise, as long as I have a breath left, I will never let this go!"

"I will haunt you like a ghost, making your lives miserable!"

The moment he finished speaking, a brilliant light shone from Ling Xiao's hand, illuminating everything around him like a dazzling star.

A terrifying longsword, exuding an ancient, desolate, and imprisoning aura, suddenly appeared, slowly rotating in the air, as if it were a mysterious summons from ancient times.

The patterns on the sword are intricate and complex, like ancient runes, containing endless mysteries and power.

Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword!
As soon as this mysterious treasure from the former overlord Demon Sect appeared, an invisible yet terrifying pressure, as heavy as a mountain and as vast as a starry sea, descended upon it.

The oppressive aura, like an invisible shackle, instantly enveloped the entire Puppet City, as if it were about to crush the city completely.

All the tribesmen in the city, dressed in animal skins, regardless of their strength, felt a chill run down their spines at that moment, as if an invisible hand was gripping their hearts tightly.

The blood and qi in their bodies stagnated, like a frozen river, unable to flow smoothly. It was as if they were being stared at by a ferocious beast from ancient times, making even breathing difficult. Everyone trembled under this oppressive force.

Middle-aged men were the first to be affected and felt the impact most deeply.

His face, which had originally carried a sense of dignity and composure, turned deathly pale the moment he saw the demonic sword in Ling Xiao's hand, as if a blank sheet of paper had been suddenly stripped of all its color.

Those once sharp eyes were now filled with shock and rage, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world. His body trembled slightly involuntarily as he shouted hoarsely at Ling Xiao:
"Are you... are you insane?!"

"This isn't something you can just throw out anywhere. You're dragging everyone into an abyss of no return!"

The moment the Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword truly displayed its power, the middle-aged man felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to his head, making his blood seem to freeze.

He once again clearly felt that despairing aura of death, an aura that was like tangible darkness, tightly enveloping him and making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

This aura of death was more direct and profound than when he faced the "Blood Calamity True Demon Transformation," like a bottomless abyss ready to devour him at any moment.

Although the "Blood Calamity True Demon Transformation" is also incredibly powerful, at least it has some traceable origins. However, the aura emanating from the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword is unfathomable, as if it comes from another unknown and terrifying world.

If Ling Xiao were to recklessly activate this legendary demonic treasure, its destructive power would be no weaker than that unfinished peerless divine skill.

Even an unfinished, peerless divine skill can inspire fear, but once the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword is unleashed at full power, it will be like a volcanic eruption or a falling star. The terrifying energy it releases is enough to turn everything around it into dust.

It may even be more bizarre and difficult to defend against; its mysterious power seems to be able to penetrate all defenses and strike the depths of the soul, making it impossible to guard against.

After all, with Ling Xiao's current strength, he cannot fully unleash the power of the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword. It is like a giant beast that has been imprisoned, only able to exert a portion of its power.

But as his cultivation level increases, it's as if the shackles on this giant beast have been removed, and the power it can unleash will become increasingly terrifying.

Its current power is even enough to injure powerful figures in the Star River Realm. Those who are powerful and consider themselves invincible in the Star River Realm must be careful in the face of the power of the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword and dare not easily confront its sharp edge.

Moreover, the middle-aged man in front of them, although he was quite strong, was as insignificant as an ant in front of such a terrifying magical treasure.

Ling Xiao stared intently at the middle-aged man. His eyes were bloodshot from the intense emotion, and his face was contorted and grotesque, like a wild beast that had been enraged.

He almost growled, the voice seeming to be squeezed from the depths of his throat, filled with boundless anger and resolve:

"Can't you understand what I'm saying?"

"I want to see her!"

"Now!"

"immediately!"

"immediately!"

"Understand?!"

"Don't give me those useless excuses. If we don't see her, nobody's having a good day!"

The middle-aged man suppressed the pounding in his heart. The terrifying pressure emanating from the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword was like an invisible mountain, pressing heavily on his heart and causing it to pound uncontrollably.

He shouted, his voice trying to maintain its authority, but a hint of panic was hidden within it:
You'd better calm down!

"Don't mess around!"

"This matter involves too many complex forces. If you use it rashly, it will inevitably trigger an uncontrollable catastrophe. It is not something you can act recklessly!"

"At that time, not only will you die without a burial place, but you will also implicate those around you, and the whole world may fall into chaos because of you!"