Batian Martial Soul

As long as they remain within this core of power, the Shangguan family will not decline, and the family's glory and interests will continue.

Moreover, many people in the current sea of ​​demons hate her to the core.

Some of her past decisions and actions have affected the interests of many people and created a lot of resentment.

In such a situation, someone definitely needs to lend a hand and share some of the pressure.

The appearance of Lü Ning may just make up for this deficiency.

"Miss Shangguan."

Ling Xiao's voice suddenly rang out, interrupting Shangguan Yue's thoughts and bringing her back to her senses.

Ling Xiao stopped and turned around, looking at her with a gentle yet firm gaze.

"You've helped me a lot during this time."

"But there are some things I need to do to control others."

"You don't need to overthink it. In any case, from the day you left the Demon Sea and joined forces with me, I have relied on you very much. You are still the number one person after me and Empress Mingkong."

Ling Xiao's words were sincere and earnest. He knew Shangguan Yue's abilities and value, and understood her importance in his camp.

Shangguan Yue was shocked; she hadn't expected Ling Xiao to communicate with her so frankly.

She bowed deeply, her posture elegant and respectful: "Your subordinate understands."

This gesture was both an expression of gratitude to Ling Xiao and a confirmation of his own identity.

She knew she had to work even harder to live up to Ling Xiao's trust.

After Shangguan Yue slowly withdrew, Ling Xiao started walking again and came to a quiet place for cultivation.

He sat cross-legged, his posture upright, like an old monk in deep meditation.

Then, he took out a radiant spirit crystal from his pocket.

The spirit crystal emitted a soft yet mysterious light, as if it contained endless energy.

Just as he was about to circulate his energy to absorb the spiritual energy within, he suddenly sensed a powerful aura pressing down from the sky.

The aura was like a violent storm, carrying an overwhelming force that made the entire space tremble.

Ling Xiao frowned, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes. He immediately stopped circulating his energy, stood up, and prepared to meet this sudden challenge.

"Enemy attack?"

Ling Xiao was calming his mind and preparing to absorb the spiritual energy of the spirit crystals to improve his cultivation when he suddenly heard a commotion outside the hall, and faint fluctuations of spiritual energy could be heard coming from outside.

He frowned, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes, and in a flash, he appeared in the plaza outside the palace.

At this moment, the night sky was pitch black, with only a few cold stars twinkling.

But in the pitch-black night sky, a figure plummeted like a meteor, carrying immense force, as if to smash the entire Batian City to pieces.

The newcomer was surrounded by eerie black energy, which surged and rolled like a tangible substance, distorting the air in its path and emitting a hissing sound, as if it were being corroded by some powerful force.

"Be bold!"

A sharp glint of light flashed, like a bolt of lightning ripped through the night sky.

Yun Wuji had already blocked the man's path. The moment his long sword was drawn, a surge of energy, like a howling wind, forcefully stopped the man's fall.

The person was struck by the powerful shockwave, his body paused in mid-air, and then slowly fell down.

Only then did everyone realize that there were seventy-two figures standing behind that person.

They were all tall and imposing, exuding a powerful aura; they were all experts at the Great Sun Realm.

The powerful auras intertwined, forming a terrifying pressure that made everyone present feel a chill.

At this moment, the blood-red setting sun dyed the clouds on the horizon a poignant crimson, as if the heavens were painting a tragic color for the impending great battle.

The glazed tiles of Batian City gleamed with a cold luster in the setting sun, as if telling the story of the city's majesty and indomitable spirit.

Yun Wuji stood with his sword across the plaza in front of the palace. His posture was as straight as a pine tree, and his aged gaze swept over the group of uninvited guests like a hawk.

The veins on the back of his hand, which gripped the knife, bulged as if they contained boundless power. The dark red leather wrapped around the hilt had been worn smooth by the years, a mark left by his many battles.

Who are you?

His voice, hoarse as a millstone, echoed in the twilight, carrying an undeniable authority.

The burly man at the head of the group was clad in dark gold chainmail, the tiger totem engraved on the armor plates gleaming eerily in the afterglow, as if it might leap out of the armor plates at any moment and pounce on the enemy.

He scoffed, his iron boots shattering the bluestone slabs, sending up a few sparks that flickered in the night, like the fierce glint in his eyes.

"The strongest legion in the Demon Sea, the Giant Beast Army!"

"What, you can't even recognize the invincible behemoth army?"

His voice was loud and clear, full of confidence and arrogance, as if he were proclaiming their power to the world.

Upon hearing this, Yun Wuji raised an eyebrow slightly, a look of seriousness flashing in his eyes.

He had naturally heard of the Giant Beast Army; it was a fearsome legion in the Demon Sea, and every member was a seasoned warrior.

Their sudden appearance here clearly indicates ill intentions.

But he did not back down in the slightest. His long sword trembled slightly, making a crisp sound, as if to show his determination to the enemy.

The words "Beast Army" exploded like thunder in the quiet night sky of Batian City, making people's eardrums ache.

Yun Wuji's expression changed drastically. His already resolute face became even more solemn, like a volcano about to erupt, exuding a dangerous aura.

The longsword in his hand, which had drunk countless blood, trembled slightly, as if sensing the impending bloody storm. The scabbard and the blade collided, producing a faint clanging sound that was particularly jarring in the silent atmosphere.

The guards around the square were startled by this sudden turn of events, and unconsciously took a half step back, their eyes filled with fear and vigilance.

Several young guards even subconsciously gripped the swords at their waists, their fingers turning white from the force, as if this would give them some courage.

They were well aware of the formidable reputation of the Beast Army, a legion that struck fear into the hearts of countless people. Now, their sudden appearance here, coupled with their arrogant pronouncements, left everyone wondering what would happen next.

The burly man suddenly raised his arm and pointed at Lingxiao on the steps. His movement was swift and powerful, and the clanging of his wrist guards echoed in the silent night sky.

When he roared, the veins on his forehead bulged, like earthworms wriggling under his skin. The sound of his roar made the copper bells under the eaves of the palace ring. The crisp sound of the bells intertwined with his angry shout, adding to the tense atmosphere.

"This man has no right to command the Demon Sea, having killed my comrades in the Beast Army without authorization."

"Be punished!"

His voice was as loud as a bell, full of anger and provocation.

Yun Wuji's heart sank, as if a huge boulder was pressing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe.

He never expected that these battle-hardened veterans were actually after Ling Xiao.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the green figure on the steps. Ling Xiao stood there quietly, his posture upright, like an unshakeable mountain peak. (End of Chapter)