Batian Martial Soul

Yun Wuji couldn't help but recall the chilling sword intent that Ling Xiao had used to kill the Tianyuan expert a few months ago. That sword strike was like a meteor streaking across the night sky, carrying earth-shattering power that chilled everyone to the bone.

This seemingly gentle young emperor is even more ruthless and decisive than the old demon king was back then. Once he gets angry, rivers of blood will flow.

Ling Xiao stood with his hands behind his back at the top of the white marble steps, his dark cloak fluttering in the rising night wind, like a black flag waving in the wind.

A faint, cold smile flickered across his lips, a smile tinged with disdain and mockery, as if he were laughing at the behemoth army's overestimation of their own strength.

His fingertips unconsciously caressed the mystic crystal embedded in the sword hilt. The mystic crystal emitted a cold, eerie light, just like his eyes at this moment, deep and icy.

He had anticipated that there would be dissent within the behemoth army, after all, he had killed their comrades, and they would surely harbor resentment.

Unexpectedly, this confrontation came so quickly and was so tense, as if a storm was about to break.

"Never mind," Ling Xiao thought to himself. "It's better to deal with problems early, otherwise it will be really troublesome when the big battle starts."

He knew all too well that the Beast Army was a force to be reckoned with in the Demon Sea, and if they harbored resentment and turned against him on the battlefield, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Rather than being stabbed in the back at a crucial moment, it's better to resolve the problem now, even if it means a bloody battle.

With this thought in mind, his gaze became even more resolute, and he exuded a powerful aura, as if declaring to everyone that he would not back down or fear any challenge.

At this moment, dusk, like a thick veil, slowly enveloped the entire imperial palace.

The last rays of sunlight on the horizon were gradually fading, leaving only a dim gray-blue.

Among the palaces surrounding the imperial palace, figures moved about, like a group of hunters hidden in the darkness, quietly waiting for their prey to appear.

The Water Ghost Guard and the Demon Mark Guard emerged from the shadows of the beams and pillars like ghosts, their figures light and agile, as if a gust of wind could blow them away.

They were dressed in dark, close-fitting outfits, with silver cloud patterns that appeared and disappeared in the twilight, like twinkling stars in the night sky, exuding a mysterious and dangerous aura.

Their eyes were sharp as eagles, fixed on the enemy ahead, their weapons gleaming coldly in the darkness.

The Batian Army, clad in armor, marched in orderly and powerful steps, forming a wedge-shaped battle formation on the square.

Their armor gleamed with a cold metallic sheen in the twilight, resembling an insurmountable steel fortress.

The cold glint of the spear tips formed a chilling galaxy, shimmering with a terrifying light in the darkness.

Every soldier had a serious expression and a firm gaze, as if they were ready to die at any moment.

Further away, on the arrow tower, archers were already in position.

They lay silently in the shadows, their bowstrings taut as if drawn to their fullest extent, the subtle sounds unusually clear in the silence, like a prelude to death.

Their eyes were fixed on the enemy below through the windows of the arrow tower, ready to rain down arrows at them at the moment the order was given.

The burly man glanced coldly at the guards who were standing ready, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

His voice, as loud as a bell, echoed through the night sky: "We have all been personally appointed by the old Demon King. Seeing the Golden Token is like seeing the Demon King himself!"

"How dare you obstruct me?"

His eyes were filled with arrogance and defiance, as if he were proclaiming his privilege and status to everyone.

The name of the Beast Army caused everyone present to turn pale.

This legendary army's reputation was built on countless battle achievements. They swept across the battlefield, invincible and terrifying countless enemies.

Each member was a powerful warrior who had fought his way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and they exuded a chilling killing intent.

The golden beast tokens hanging from their waists shimmered in the twilight, tokens bestowed by the old demon king, representing the supreme glory of the behemoth army.

Everyone who sees Jin Ling cannot help but feel awe.

Shangguan Yue lifted her skirt and quietly moved to Ling Xiao's side. Her steps were light and elegant, as if she were a fairy who had stepped out of a painting.

Her pale fingers trembled slightly inside her sleeve, clearly indicating that she was also filled with tension and unease.

She lowered her voice, her breath sweet as orchids, and said softly, "The Beast Army enjoys three great privileges: they do not have to kneel before the king; they are not subject to the control of civil and military officials; and if the king is immoral, they can use a golden edict to depose and install a new king."

Her voice was soft, but it was full of worry and anxiety.

Ling Xiao gently stroked the cool patterns on the sword sheath with his fingertips, his movements calm and composed, as if everything was under his control.

His tone was calm and even, yet it carried an undeniable authority: "This old demon king has truly given them immense power. It's just a pity that I am not a demon king, but the Overlord Emperor!"

A sharp glint flashed in his eyes, as if to show everyone his determination and attitude.

He will not yield to anyone's threats, nor will he allow anyone to challenge his authority.

"Exactly."

Shangguan Yue lowered her head slightly and answered respectfully. The pearl flowers carefully adorning her temples swayed gently with her soft movements, shimmering with a soft luster under the palace lanterns, like stars twinkling in the night sky.

Every detail of the beaded flower was exquisite, trembling slightly with her movements, as if telling of her inner unease.

Ling Xiao suddenly turned his head, his gaze shooting towards Shangguan Yue like lightning.

His gaze was sharp and deep, as if he could see through people's hearts, which made Shangguan Yue's heart tighten.

"They're now turning against me, what do you suggest we do?"

Ling Xiao's voice was deep and powerful, carrying an unquestionable authority; every word struck Shangguan Yue's heart like a heavy hammer.

Shangguan Yue's heart trembled violently. She clearly felt the chilling killing intent in Ling Xiao's words, which was like the biting cold wind in winter, making her shiver involuntarily.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, but her voice still trembled slightly: "The Emperor must have a reason to convince the people."

"The Beast Army has a special status. They were all personally appointed by the Old Demon King and have extremely high prestige in the army. They have also made great contributions to the Overlord Empire over the years."

"If we rashly resort to force, it may demoralize the soldiers of the Beast Army, causing instability and potentially leading to chaos."

"Violence is not a perfect solution; Your Majesty, please reconsider."

Her eyes were full of worry and earnestness, hoping that Ling Xiao would consider it carefully.

Upon hearing this, Ling Xiao chuckled softly and nodded slightly, a hint of profound meaning in his smile.

At the same time, a jade pendant in his sleeve quietly shattered, making a soft and crisp sound, as if it were some kind of signal.

"In that case, I will have a proper discussion with them."

"Order all officials to come immediately."

Ling Xiao's voice was calm and firm, as if everything was under his control. (End of Chapter)