Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14383 I promise you

"Reckless behavior?"

"It seems that if I don't teach you a lesson and kill a few people to establish my authority, you really won't take me, Ling Xiao, seriously!"

Ling Xiao grinned menacingly, a smile like that of a demon crawling out of hell, exuding endless ferocity and determination.

A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes, as if he had made up his mind to do whatever it took.

Without further hesitation, he activated the Prison Tower with a sudden thought. The Prison Tower trembled slightly within his body, and a mysterious and powerful force instantly surged into the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword.

"Om-!"

The Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword trembled violently, as if an ancient ferocious beast had been awakened, letting out an angry roar.

A strange and ominous crimson light shot out instantly. The light seemed to have a life of its own, twisting and swirling in the air before precisely enveloping the middle-aged man.

Wherever this crimson light passed, the air was dyed an eerie red, as if it were a sea of ​​blood.

At the same time, above the middle-aged man's head, the void began to distort, as if being kneaded by an invisible giant hand.

A huge, ancient, blood-red character, exuding a sense of confinement and annihilation, suddenly materialized.

The character "kill" seemed to be written in blood, every stroke exuding endless killing intent, as if it were the call of death.

The moment the word "kill" appeared, the middle-aged man felt an incredibly terrifying killing intent surge towards him like a tidal wave.

The killing intent was icy and chilling, as if it could penetrate his soul, causing an uncontrollable fear to surge from the depths of his heart.

Then, every pore of his body trembled, as if countless tiny needles were piercing him at the same time; every cell was filled with fear, as if he were about to face a devastating disaster.

An unprecedented sense of weakness and impending death overwhelmed him; he felt like a lamb to the slaughter, utterly powerless to resist.

For the first time, he felt that death was so close, so close that he could almost hear the cold breath of death, the sound of which echoed in his ears and sent chills down his spine.

He struggled desperately, trying to mobilize his proud physical strength to resist this terrifying pressure, only to find that his usually incomparably powerful strength seemed so pale and powerless under the word "kill," like an ant facing a dragon, unable to budge it in the slightest.

At this critical moment—the air seemed to freeze under the intense killing intent and tense atmosphere. The Demon Lord Black Sky Sword in Ling Xiao's hand emitted an eerie blood-red light, and the huge "Kill" character above the middle-aged man's head was like a mountain of death that could collapse at any moment, making it hard to breathe. A bloody massacre seemed to be about to erupt inevitably.

"Ugh……"

A faint sigh quietly arose, a sigh so gentle and ethereal, as if it came from the depths of time and space, yet also as if it were right next to your ear, like a gentle breeze.

The sigh, though soft, was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly shattering the tense atmosphere.

The next moment, an old man appeared between Ling Xiao and the middle-aged man without warning.

He was like an immortal who had suddenly descended from another world, dressed in a simple and unadorned gray robe. The material of the robe seemed ordinary, yet it exuded an ancient and natural aura.

Wearing ordinary cloth shoes, every step he took seemed to resonate with the hearts of everyone around him.

Her full head of silver hair was meticulously combed, like snowflakes in winter, shimmering softly in the dim sunlight.

His face was thin and gaunt, with deep wrinkles etched by time, but those wrinkles seemed to symbolize his wisdom.

His eyes were gentle and deep, like a bottomless lake, hiding endless mysteries. He exuded an air of otherworldly grace that was out of place in this wild and ancient city, as if he were the true ruler of this world.

The old man first glanced at the blood-red "kill" character above the middle-aged man's head, which exuded an ominous aura. The "kill" character was like a burning flame, radiating a chilling demonic intent.

A fleeting, almost imperceptible look of surprise flashed in his cloudy eyes, a surprise as fleeting as a shooting star across the night sky.

Then, a soft whisper, though gentle, clearly reached everyone's ears, revealing its origin:
"Containing such terrifying demonic intent... it is undoubtedly a treasure of the Demonic Sect..."

"Such a treasure should not be made public so easily, otherwise it will surely cause a catastrophe."

As he spoke, he turned his gaze to the murderous Ling Xiao. His gaze was like warm sunshine, dispelling some of the hostility in Ling Xiao's heart.

His tone was calm yet carried an undeniable power, as if his words were the very laws of the world.

"Young friend, put away this sword."

"I promise you, I will let you see her once."

"There is always room for maneuver in things in this world, so why must we fight to the death?"

Ling Xiao's tense mind relaxed slightly, like a taut string suddenly being released. However, he still looked at the old man with vigilance, his wary eyes like those of a wounded wild beast, ready to defend itself at any moment.

He asked loudly:
"Is this true?"

"If you're just deceiving me, and then go back on your word and prevent me from seeing her after I've sheathed my sword, what will you do then?"

The old man nodded slightly, his face kind yet possessing an inherent dignity, a dignity as imposing as a mountain, inspiring awe in all who beheld him.

He said slowly:
"I always keep my word, and I would never deceive a young person like you."

"In this world, integrity is the foundation of one's character, and I have never broken my word in my entire life."

"Rest assured, put away your sword. I will definitely let you see the person you want to see."

Having received a positive response, Ling Xiao's tense mind finally relaxed slightly, and he stopped struggling with that invisible force.

With a thought, he seemed to be having a silent conversation with the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword in his hand.

In an instant, the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword, which had been radiating overwhelming demonic energy, instantly lost all its light, and its originally violent aura dissipated rapidly like the receding tide.

The sword became dull and lifeless, as if it were just an ordinary iron sword.

As the light of the Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword faded, the red light that had enveloped the middle-aged man like a blood-red net also slowly dissipated into nothingness, like smoke blown away by the wind.

The suffocatingly blood-red "kill" character above the middle-aged man's head seemed to be gently wiped away by an invisible hand, disappearing without a trace in an instant, leaving only a void, as if everything that had just happened was just a terrible nightmare.

"Hoo...ho...ho..."

With his murderous intent gone, the middle-aged man felt like someone who had been drowning in a stormy sea for a long time and had finally been rescued.

His legs went weak and he almost collapsed to the ground. He gasped for breath, each breath filled with the relief of surviving a close call.