Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14399 Died from Too Much Nonsense
Ling Xiao was thrown backward by the enormous impact, and it took him a full hundred feet to regain his balance.

His sleeves were already torn, and his exposed arms were covered with fine bloodstains, from which blood kept seeping out. A trickle of bright red blood also seeped from the corner of his mouth.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but there was no fear in his eyes. Instead, a hint of excitement flashed in them. Clearly, this exhilarating battle had completely ignited his fighting spirit.

The white-robed man stared intently at Ling Xiao, his once handsome and otherworldly face contorted with extreme shock and rage. Pale golden blood streamed down his cheeks, dripping onto his blood-stained moon-white robe, making him appear particularly ferocious: "I truly underestimated you!"

"I never expected you to..."

He wanted to express his fear of Ling Xiao's strength, but he was interrupted by Ling Xiao without mercy before he could finish speaking.

Ling Xiao raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes sharp as knives. Without making any unnecessary movements, he moved again.

This time, his speed was several times faster than before, leaving a series of clear afterimages behind him. Each afterimage maintained a different attack posture—some were raising their swords to slash, some were raising their knives to stab, and some were gathering energy. These afterimages were lifelike and exuded an aura similar to the real body, making it impossible to distinguish between the real and the fake. In an instant, they completely interfered with the white-robed man's vision.

"laugh--!"

A sharp sword light suddenly pierced the air, and the dark purple sword energy, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, went straight for the white-robed man's heart.
At the same time, a scarlet blade of light shot out along the ground with earth-shattering force, attacking his lower body.

The white-robed man was startled and hastily dodged to the side, barely avoiding a fatal blow. However, his shoulder was still pierced by the sharp sword energy, and a bloody hole appeared instantly. Pale golden blood gushed out from the hole, turning into a cloud of golden mist in the air, emitting a faint scorching aura.

He had just raised his head, trying to see Ling Xiao's location, when he found that Ling Xiao was already standing in front of him, so close that he could even see the cold killing intent in his eyes.

This time, however, Ling Xiao no longer held the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, but another strangely shaped longsword—the God-Slaying Sword!

The sword was entirely black, its blade devoid of any luster, as if it could even devour the surrounding light. At the hilt, a fist-sized eyeball appeared, its dark purple color slowly rotating, its pupil gleaming with an evil light. It was remarkably similar to the legendary ancient demonic eye that could devour souls. Just looking at that eyeball was enough to make one feel uneasy.

Alarm bells rang in the white-robed man's mind. In a hurry, he crossed his arms in front of him to block the attack. The dragon scale patterns on his arms instantly lit up with a dazzling golden light, trying to use this defense to block the attack of the God-Slaying Sword.

"clang--!"

The sound of metal clashing was deafening as the God-Slaying Sword struck the white-robed man's arm, sparks flying everywhere.

The man in white felt a tremendous force coming from his arms, and his body was once again violently pushed back uncontrollably, retreating dozens of feet before he regained his footing.

But this time, his face turned deathly pale, and his eyes were filled with horror, because he felt as if his soul was being pierced by countless tiny steel needles at the same time, with waves of tearing pain. The pain went deep into his bones and was more unbearable than physical injury!
He subconsciously looked at the God-Slaying Sword in Ling Xiao's hand and found that the demonic eye on the hilt was staring straight at him, revealing an undisguised greedy look, as if it wanted to completely devour his soul.

"Soul attack?!"

The man in white robes was utterly terrified; his voice trembled slightly.
"Your sword can actually attack the soul!"

He had cultivated for a thousand years and seen countless divine weapons, but he had never seen a sword that could directly attack the soul, which was completely beyond his comprehension.

However, before he could finish speaking, Ling Xiao's figure once again appeared like a ghost!

This time, Ling Xiao no longer used a single weapon, but instead held the Bloodthirsty Blade and the God-Slaying Sword in his hands at the same time. The sword and blade moved in his hands like butterflies flitting among flowers, attacking alternately. Sometimes he would use the God-Slaying Sword to attract the white-robed man's attention and launch a soul attack to interfere with his judgment.

He would occasionally unleash a fierce physical attack with the Bloodthirsty Blade, searching for weaknesses in his defenses.

This fighting style, where one hand wields a sword and the other a knife, and simultaneously launches soul attacks and physical attacks, is completely beyond common sense, leaving the white-robed man defenseless and instantly plunging him into an even more dangerous situation.

The white-robed man's soul sea felt as if it had been plunged into a scalding hot iron. The tearing pain spread from his sea of ​​consciousness to his entire body. Every nerve twitch was accompanied by excruciating pain, making it impossible for him to concentrate on controlling the true energy within his body.

The once fluid movements instantly became sluggish, a full half-beat slower than usual—in that instant of hesitation, Ling Xiao's Bloodthirsty Blade was already upon him, bringing with it a chilling killing intent!
"puff--!"

The sound of the blade slicing through flesh was dull and grating; the sharpness of the bloodthirsty blade far exceeded the white-robed man's imagination.

Before he could fully react, the blade had already swept across his waist, severing his body in two.

The upper and lower body separated instantly, and pale golden blood gushed out from the wound like a fountain, splashing onto the sea of ​​clouds with a "sizzling" sound.

Even more bizarrely, his pale golden internal organs slid out of the wound, igniting golden flames the moment they came into contact with the air, and quickly burned into a pile of ashes, scattering into the clouds without leaving a trace.

A semi-transparent, illusory soul rushed out from the broken body. The soul's form was exactly the same as the white-robed man's body, only its color was much lighter, and it was surrounded by a faint golden halo.

He clearly did not want to perish, and was about to flee into the distant void when he was firmly imprisoned in place by an invisible force. No matter how much he struggled, he could not move an inch—this was the soul-binding power emitted by the God-Slaying Sword, which was specifically designed to target souls.

The demonic eye at the hilt of the God-Slaying Sword instantly brightened, its dark purple pupils contracting and emitting waves of pleasure, like a long-starved beast seeing a delicious meal, radiating a strong desire to devour.

The white-robed man's soul was trapped in place, forced to watch helplessly as the greedy demonic eyes filled him with fear and despair.

His soul stared intently at Ling Xiao, his eyes filled with resentment and malice, his lips trembling as he managed to utter a single word: "You."

Ling Xiao held the God-Slaying Sword, its tip gently touching the forehead of the phantom soul. The cold blade made the white-robed soul tremble involuntarily.

As the sword tip touched the object, the white-robed man's soul began to dissipate at a visible speed. Wisps of pale golden soul energy turned into wisps of green smoke, drifting towards the demonic eye of the God-Slaying Sword, where they were greedily devoured.

"Many people die because they talk too much nonsense."

Ling Xiao's tone was calm and undisturbed, as if he were stating a perfectly ordinary fact. His eyes showed no pity, only a cold killing intent.