Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14391 The Blood of the Demon God Rebellion
Fine beads of blood seeped from Lingxiao's seven orifices, slowly sliding down his cheeks, appearing particularly shocking in the dim light.

His teeth were deeply embedded in his lower lip, and blood dripped down his chin, blooming into bewitching red plum blossoms on the icy ground. The crimson bloodstains, set against the pure white ice, appeared both tragically beautiful and terrifying.

The last vestige of clarity made Ling Xiao want to curse, but the intense pain left him without the strength to even open his mouth.

The "blood of the demon god" within this body is a double-edged sword. Every time it is activated, it is like walking a tightrope over a cliff. If one is not careful, one will be doomed.

It both endowed Ling Xiao with immense power and constantly threatened his life.

Who would have thought that the drop of ancient blood essence that was just refined would be so arrogant, attempting to erode the source of the bloodline? This is undoubtedly provoking the slumbering lion!
Ling Xiao could clearly sense the rage emanating from the depths of his bloodline—a violent and uncontrollable power from ancient times.

The crimson-gold light rapidly condensed into flames within the meridians, burning fiercely. Wherever it passed, even the stellar energy within the body was ignited, turning into a sea of ​​fire.

Even more terrifying is that the power of bloodline is turning the tables, like a surging tide, trying to seize control of the body.

Ling Xiao felt as if his consciousness was a small boat in a storm, violently rocked by the surging waves of bloodline power, and could be completely swallowed up at any moment and disappear into this endless darkness.

He struggled desperately, trying to hold onto the last line of defense of his consciousness, but the force was too strong, making him feel utterly desperate.

"Could this damned bloodline have become sentient?"

Ling Xiao howled madly in his heart, the sound seemingly squeezed out from the depths of his soul, filled with endless pain and despair.

He felt as if an ancient ferocious beast was rampaging through his body, causing excruciating pain to his meridians wherever it went, as if they were about to break at any moment.

He tried his best to activate the Devouring Heaven Demon Art, which was his most relied-upon powerful technique, capable of absorbing the energy of stars in the world for his own use.

But at this moment, he was horrified to discover that the stellar energy was no longer under his control. The energy that was originally as docile as a lamb was now like a frightened wild horse, fleeing in all directions and retreating step by step under the violent impact of the bloodline power.

He felt as if his body was a castle about to collapse, and the violent power of his bloodline was a raging flood that could engulf him completely at any moment.

Seeing that his meridians were about to be mercilessly torn apart by this violent force, each meridian felt as if it were being pierced by countless steel needles at the same time. The excruciating pain almost made Ling Xiao faint.

But his intense will to survive made him suddenly throw his head back and roar, a hoarse sound like a broken gong, as if he had used up all his strength:
"Please, elders, help me suppress this!"

The roar echoed in the closed training room, carrying endless desolation and helplessness.

Upon hearing Ling Xiao's call, the elder appeared before him like a ghost, his robes fluttering in the wind.

His movements were graceful, yet he possessed an undeniable air of authority.

He crossed his palms to form a hand seal, his movements fluid and graceful, as if he were performing an ancient and mysterious ritual.

Nine beams of azure light shot out from his fingertips. The light was dazzling and bright, like nine agile azure dragons, carrying a mysterious and powerful force. They transformed into chains and entered Ling Xiao's major acupoints.

The moment these cyan chains pierced into the body, they immediately engaged in a fierce battle with the raging demonic blood.

The scene resembled two evenly matched armies clashing in close combat on the battlefield, producing a sickening hissing sound.

Each collision felt like a deafening explosion, causing Ling Xiao's body to tremble uncontrollably.

At the same time, Ling Xiao frantically circulated the Devouring Heaven Demon Art, and the dormant stellar energy in his dantian surged out like a tide. The energy was turbulent and carried an indomitable momentum, which, together with the external force, began to besiege the rampaging bloodline.

This tug-of-war lasted for three whole hours, like a long and painful nightmare.

Within the icy pool, a brilliant crimson-gold light would occasionally blaze forth, the light intense and violent, like a burning sun, carrying the ferocious aura of the blood of a demon god.
At times, the azure light gained the upper hand; that azure light was both gentle and resilient, like the elder's composure and strength.

The two forces collided continuously, each collision leaving deep marks on the ice wall. The marks crisscrossed, as if they were the marks of time.

When the last wisp of crimson gold light was forced back into his heart meridian, Ling Xiao's entire body was covered in thick scabs, as if he were wearing a ferocious armor.

He looked as if he had been pulled from a pool of blood, emanating a pungent, bloody stench.

The elder wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, which slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground with a crisp sound.

He was worried not only about the backlash from his bloodline, but also about the ferocious aura that Ling Xiao had released when he lost control, which had caused ripples in the restrictions within the cave. Those ripples spread out in circles, like waves on a calm lake.

The protective array on the top of the training room flickered, sometimes as bright as day, sometimes dim, clearly having withstood a tremendous impact, as if it could collapse at any moment.

If it gets completely out of control, this secluded, cold pool hidden deep in the clouds and mist will probably be reduced to dust in an instant!

The white-haired old man unconsciously clenched the whisk in his sleeve, his knuckles turning white from the force, but his peripheral vision was fixed on the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword in the young man's hand, which exuded a chilling aura.

The sword shimmered with a dark purple aura in the dim light, and the engraved magic patterns on its blade seemed to come alive, trembling slightly in sync with the young man's aura.

Just now, in order to fight against the backlash from the surging demonic blood within his body, Ling Xiao almost instinctively summoned this ancient treasure.

The moment the sword appeared, the crystal at the top of the icy pool dimmed, the defensive runes on the stone wall shattered layer by layer, and even the spiritual energy of heaven and earth outside became chaotic—this was the power of the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword. When this item saw the light of day again in the Fallen Demon Abyss, it attracted thunderclouds from the nine heavens and caused the earth to crack for hundreds of miles. Even after decades, the scene of the world changing color was still deeply imprinted in the old man's mind.

At this moment, sensing the faint aura of destruction emanating from the sword, and recalling the demonic blood within Ling Xiao that had not yet fully subsided, the old man couldn't help but feel a lingering fear.

He had immersed himself in martial arts for a century and had already reached the pinnacle of his generation. Even so, he was not entirely confident in subduing the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword in his berserk state.

He had just gathered his true energy, preparing to use the "Heaven-Sealing Seal," a secret technique passed down in his sect, to forcefully suppress it. However, at the last moment, he sensed that the aura on the sword seemed to have formed a subtle connection with Ling Xiao's bloodline. If he acted rashly, it might intensify the conflict between the treasure and the bloodline. At that time, not only would he not be able to protect Ling Xiao, but the entire secluded cultivation area might also be swept into the spatial rift, with unimaginable consequences.