Batian Martial Soul

The old man above had a calm expression, but his eyes revealed an unfathomable depth.

With a slight flick of his wrist, a smooth and translucent white jade bottle appeared in his palm.

The white jade bottle had an antique shape and a soft luster on its surface, as if it contained endless mysteries.

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, flicked the bottom of the bottle with his fingertip, the movement seemingly casual, yet carrying a precise control.

In an instant, a drop of crimson, blood-red, brightly colored bead slowly fell from the mouth of the bottle.

Golden light seemed to flow within the drop of blood, as if a tiny sun was hidden inside, radiating a heart-pounding energy.

It streaked across the air like a shooting star, precisely dripping into the icy pool area where Lingxiao was located.

"Zi——!"

The moment that drop of blood fell into the icy pool, the entire pool instantly erupted like a powder keg that had been ignited!
The deep blue pool, which had been slowly churning and emitting a cold, eerie light, now seemed to have been given life. The water boiled violently and roared, splashing water several meters high, like countless cold, sharp blades flying through the air.

Even more terrifying, a deep, blood-red aura, seemingly imbued with the evil power of countless years, suddenly burst forth from the depths of the icy pool without warning.

This chilling aura, like a venomous snake with intelligence, carrying endless malice and a destructive desire, instantly enveloped Ling Xiao.

The chilling air was icy and bone-piercing, yet it also had a sticky texture, as if it wanted to completely devour Lingxiao.

"what--!"

A heart-wrenching, inhuman scream suddenly erupted from the depths of the icy pool.

The scream, like the mournful cry of an owl, pierced the cold air, carrying endless pain and despair, echoing beyond the icy pool, sending chills down the spines of those who heard it.

It's Ling Xiao's voice!

At this moment, Ling Xiao is experiencing indescribable pain.

The moment that black chill touched his body, he felt as if his flesh and soul had been thrown into the cruelest torture device in the world.

The chill was as if it had a life of its own, not only freezing his skin, making every inch of his skin feel as if it were being pierced by thousands of ice needles at the same time, but also as if it had turned into billions of cold steel needles, piercing into every tiny corner of his body along his pores and meridians.

Wherever these steel needles go, cells are frozen, veins are torn apart, and bones are crushed, causing the most thorough destruction and tearing.

Compared to this, the previous cold was like a gentle spring breeze; the chill was utterly insignificant in the face of this black, frigid aura.

Ling Xiao felt his body being destroyed bit by bit, and his consciousness was gradually fading, but his indomitable will made him endure the excruciating pain and not give up the struggle.

This is not over yet!

The old man on the shore was like an unmoving statue, his face always calm and still, without the slightest ripple, as if the thrilling scene before him was nothing more than a trivial farce.

Then he slowly raised his other hand, and a jet-black jade bottle appeared in his hand.

This jade bottle has a strange shape, and its body has a faint, eerie luster, as if it can absorb all light and devour everything around it, exuding a mysterious and dangerous aura.

The old man's eyes narrowed slightly, and his movements, though slow, carried an undeniable resolve as he tilted the jade bottle slightly.

In an instant, a drop of thick, ink-like, deep red liquid, as dark as if extracted from the depths of hell, slowly dripped down the bottle.

This drop of liquid may seem ordinary, but it exudes a terrifying aura of extreme heat and yang energy, like a concentrated blazing sun, carrying endless heat and destructive power.

"Boom!"

The moment the deep red liquid touched the icy pool, it was like igniting a powerful bomb, causing a small-scale explosion!
The force of the explosion sent the cold water of the pool flying everywhere, like countless sharp ice blades dancing wildly in the air.

At the same time, a chilling yet intensely hot gas appeared out of nowhere.

This gas is extremely strange, possessing both a cold nature and a scorching heat, the two intertwining to form a chilling power.

This power instantly intertwined with the black chill, as if two demons from different worlds were clashing fiercely.

They intertwined and tore at each other, creating a terrifying scene of ice and fire in a purgatory.

In that scene, flames burned fiercely, yet exuded a bone-chilling cold; ice froze everything, yet carried a scorching heat.

Ling Xiao was completely enveloped by this terrifying power, as if he had fallen into an endless abyss and could not escape.

"Aaaaaaahhhhh...!!"

More piercing, almost distorted screams echoed continuously from the icy pool, filled with extreme pain and struggle, as if Ling Xiao were crying out in despair from the depths of his soul.

Every note carries endless pain, sending chills down the spine of anyone who hears it.

Painful!

Life is better than death!

Only now did Ling Xiao clearly realize how fragile and vulnerable his body, which had barely reached the threshold of the Great Sun Realm, was under the tempering of such rare natural treasures and mysterious power.

He felt as if all the pain receptors in his body had been magnified a million times. Every inch of his skin felt as if it were being pierced by countless scorching steel needles, or crushed by countless cold boulders. Every bone felt as if it were being struck by a heavy hammer, emitting painful groans. Every meridian felt as if it were being burned by raging fire, or frozen by freezing ice, enduring the frenzied torment and crushing force of both fire and ice.

Several times, the pain, which exceeded the limits of his endurance, surged like a tidal wave, almost overwhelming his reason.

A thought flashed through his mind: he wanted to rush out of this purgatory at all costs and escape this endless pain.

But a fierce determination and unwavering resolve acted like a solid mountain, firmly suppressing this impulse.

He clenched his teeth so hard that his gums bled from the force, and his lips were bitten until they bled.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, but he was completely unaware of it.

His eyes revealed a firmness and determination, as if telling himself: "I must persevere, I cannot give up!"

In this infernal realm of ice and fire, Ling Xiao struggled relentlessly with his indomitable will.

Despite the excruciating pain, Ling Xiao's eyes gleamed with unwavering determination. He knew perfectly well that this was an opportunity that would come once in a lifetime!
The old man before them possessed extraordinary abilities, and his every move exuded mystery and unpredictability. The items he produced were certainly no ordinary things.

Every drop of liquid, every breath, seems to contain the most primal and powerful force in the universe.

Ling Xiao pondered to himself that if he could withstand this hellish tempering, his physical body would undergo a complete transformation, setting him on a completely different path to becoming a powerful figure. (End of Chapter)