Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14393 This Child Must Be Killed
The fierce battle of three hundred rounds finally came to an end, and the dust in the air above the training ground gradually dissipated. Two figures stood facing each other in the center of the devastated arena.

The middle-aged man raised his hand to wipe away the bloodstains that had spilled from the corner of his mouth. His arm was still trembling slightly uncontrollably. He looked at Ling Xiao, whose breathing was somewhat disordered but whose eyes were still sharp, and his eyes flashed with undisguised admiration: "That's impressive!"

The sensation of the last punch was still clearly lingering on his arm; the power that seemed capable of shattering mountains spread along his arm, causing a dull ache in his internal organs.

He was secretly alarmed. If he hadn't reacted extremely quickly and used the backward movement to dissipate most of the force, his entire arm would probably have been shattered by that terrifying power, and even the meridians in his body might have been broken.

Looking at his slightly swollen arm, he had a completely new understanding of Ling Xiao's strength after his breakthrough—the power of the Cangyue Realm was far more terrifying than he had imagined.

Just as Ling Xiao was about to respond, an old figure drifted in like a willow catkin. The old man's originally peaceful face was now full of solemnity. As soon as he landed, he said in a deep voice, "The Tianyuan Holy Hall may be taking action soon."

"You mean..."

Ling Xiao's smile vanished instantly, his heart sank, and an ominous premonition quickly spread through him.

The Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary has always coveted the Overlord Empire. Although there have been frictions before, there has never been any large-scale action. Now that the old man has come to warn them, it is clear that this matter is not ordinary.

"You must understand, the Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary doesn't have many opportunities left."

The old man paced slowly, the tortoise shell he carried in his sleeve making a crisp clanging sound with each movement, each sound like a tap on the hearts of the two men. "It has been almost a year since your Overlord Empire's whereabouts were discovered. The other forces in the Silent Realm are also secretly stirring. It won't be long before they come following the clues!"

He stopped and stared intently at Ling Xiao: "This may be the last chance for the Heavenly Abyss Holy Hall to seize the Overlord Empire. They will go to great lengths to succeed."

Ling Xiao's expression suddenly turned serious, and his heart tightened.

He instantly understood the weight of the old man's words—it meant that the Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary would no longer hold back and would soon launch a war with the full strength of the clan. Moreover, in order to achieve their goal, they would likely use all extreme means, even at the cost of mutual destruction.

"Be even more careful of the Heavenly Abyss Saint Lord."

The old man's fingertips gently traced across the void, and specks of starlight converged, quickly condensing into a star map suspended in the air.

On the star map, points of light representing various forces are scattered, but the point of light representing the Heavenly Abyss Saint Lord is particularly dazzling. Its light is so strong that it is frightening, as if it can devour all the light around it. Around it, there are several other points of light that also exude a powerful aura, which are obviously the core combat forces of the Heavenly Abyss Holy Hall.

“Hundreds of years ago, he was able to tear through the void with his bare hands and was virtually unmatched in the Realm of Annihilation. Now, so many years later, his cultivation level is unfathomable.”

The old man's voice carried a hint of solemnity, "If you face him, you must not be careless."

Upon hearing this, Ling Xiao bowed respectfully to the old man. When he stood up, there was no trace of the ease he had felt after the sparring match; only determination and resolve remained in his eyes.

He turned and walked off the field, his clothes fluttering in the wind, creating sharp arcs.

Reaching the edge of the training ground, he took a deep breath, and the Cangyue energy within his body suddenly erupted, causing three cyan light pillars to shoot into the sky and condense into the phantom of a three-headed azure dragon in the air.

The dragon's scales were clearly visible, and its three heads emitted a thunderous roar in different directions. Then, Ling Xiao leaped up and landed steadily on the back of the dragon's head in the middle.

The three-headed Azure Dragon carried Lingxiao soaring into the sky, its massive body tearing through the clouds and leaving lingering ripples on the azure backdrop.

Everyone knew that this journey would be fraught with danger from the Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary, and the odds were against him. But to protect the Overlord Empire and for the sake of those around him, he had no other choice.

On the training ground, the middle-aged man clenched his fist as he watched Ling Xiao's departing figure.
The old man looked up and stared at the ripples in the clouds. The clanging of the tortoise shells in his sleeves grew more rapid, as if foreshadowing the fierce storm to come.

As the three-headed azure dragon carrying Lingxiao completely disappeared into the sky, the ripples in the clouds gradually faded, but the solemn atmosphere in the martial arts arena did not dissipate.

The elder slowly turned around, his gaze sharp and unwavering. He no longer looked in the direction Ling Xiao had left, but instead turned his attention to the shadowy area on the west side of the dilapidated training ground, hidden by stone pillars. His voice was as cold as ice: "You've been watching for so long, don't you plan to show yourself?"

The moment the words left his mouth, the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

A crimson light flashed through the shadow of the stone pillar, and then a figure dressed in a blood-red robe slowly emerged.

The man was completely wrapped in a large, blood-red robe, revealing only a pair of eyes that gleamed with a cold light. He wore a hideous skull mask on his face, and the voice coming from beneath the mask was like metal scraping against a rough stone slab, hoarse and grating: "When did the Sword Sect start interfering in worldly affairs?"

With each step he took, the bluestone slab beneath his feet would eerily melt, turning into a pool of dark red blood. The blood flowed through the cracks in the slab, emitting a nauseating stench mixed with a faint putrid smell, causing the surrounding vegetation to wither visibly.

Upon seeing this, the middle-aged man clenched his fists instantly, his inner energy quietly circulating, ready to strike at any moment.

"roll."

The elder's face darkened, and before he could finish speaking, he abruptly flicked his sleeve.

As he moved, countless golden runes suddenly lit up the entire valley. The runes surged from the ground, stone walls, and stone pillars, weaving into a huge net in the air. The light emitted by the runes illuminated the entire training ground as if it were daytime, and a powerful pressure descended, completely sealing off all possible escape routes for the blood-robed man.

The man in the blood-red robe's expression changed drastically, and he retreated violently. At the same time, twelve dark phantoms suddenly emerged from the shadows behind him. These phantoms were elusive, holding short blades that gleamed with cold light in their hands, clearly assassins who had been lying in ambush.

However, just as they were about to collide with the barrier, the man in the blood-red robe suddenly let out a strange laugh, his body blazing with blood-red light, and he exploded into thousands of black bats, scattering in different directions.

The largest bat had a wingspan of three feet. It circled in the air and spoke in a human voice, filled with deep-seated hatred: "Within three days, I will take this child's life!"

The words echoed through the valley, lingering for a long time. Then, all the bats transformed into a cloud of black mist and sped away into the distance, disappearing into the forest.

The elder did not pursue them, but simply stood quietly in place, gazing in the direction where the black mist dissipated.