Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14414 I'll Humiliate You and Kill You

The next instant, a fierce wind of blades rushed towards them, carrying a bone-chilling cold that seemed capable of freezing one's soul.

The wind from the blades was like a series of sharp ice blades, cutting through the air and emitting a sharp whistling sound.

The burly man's pupils contracted sharply as he instinctively felt the aura of death sweeping over him like a cold tide.

Startled, he didn't have time to think. His fists instantly erupted with dazzling golden light, as bright as the sun, illuminating the surrounding darkness.

The runes on his arm armor activated instantly, shimmering with a mysterious light and forming a protective shield that enveloped him tightly.

This light barrier was incredibly hard, like an impenetrable shield.

This punch once shattered the Demon General's skull; it was a unique skill he had honed in countless battles, each strike carrying overwhelming power.

At this moment, filled with anger and confidence, he fiercely hurled his attack at the oncoming wind of blades, only to find himself crashing into ancient, unyielding ice.

With a loud "bang," the fist collided with the blade, unleashing a dazzling light. A powerful shockwave spread outwards, causing the surrounding soldiers to stagger backwards.

The burly man felt a cold and powerful force travel through his fist, making his arm go numb and causing him to involuntarily take a few steps back.

He was secretly surprised, not expecting Ling Xiao to be so powerful.

The blade flashed like a pool of cool mercury, silently pouring down from the sky. Its light was delicate and cold, cutting through the thick twilight without a sound.

The twilight was like a huge piece of black silk, easily sliced ​​open by the sharp blade light, revealing a chilling aura.

This blade of light had no earth-shattering roar, no deafening boom, but carried a chilling stillness and decisiveness, as if it were a blade of judgment from the depths of hell.

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The soft sound was like the sharp, piercing sound of a blade cutting through silk.

In an instant, blood burst forth like a dazzling yet cruel firework, and two armored arms fell to the ground without any resistance under the onslaught of the blade.

The armored arm slammed heavily onto the bluestone slab, producing a dull and heavy sound, like the death knell tolled by fate.

The severed fingers were still twitching slightly, as if telling the story of life's final struggle. The energy gathered at the fingertips had not completely dissipated, shimmering with a ghostly blue light, as if roaring in unwillingness.

The bloodthirsty blade tip barely touched the burly man's brow, its sharp point like the eye of death, fixed intently on him.

A drop of blood slowly slid down the burly man's high, straight nose. The blood was so red it was almost blinding, like a burning spark.

Under the horrified gaze of the burly man, the drop of blood fell onto his boot, blooming into a tragically beautiful blood flower, like a poppy, beautiful yet deadly poison.

The arena fell into a deathly silence, as if time itself had frozen at that moment.

Only the night wind, like an angry beast, swirled withered yellow leaves across the square, making a rustling sound, as if countless wronged souls were whispering.

In the distance, the banners on the watchtower fluttered in the wind, dancing wildly as if beating the war drums for the impending storm.

Ling Xiao's eyes were like knives, coldly sweeping across the entire scene, his gaze seemingly able to pierce through people's souls.

His voice was chilling to the bone, like a cold wind blowing from an ice cellar: "If it weren't for the fact that you once shed blood for the Demon Sea, based on your arrogant words just now, you would already be a pile of corpses."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority, clearly reaching everyone's ears like a heavy hammer striking their hearts.

He slightly tilted his blade, the blade gleaming with a cold light, and slowly swept it across the pale-faced giant beast soldiers.

Those soldiers, illuminated by the flashing blades, appeared so small and fragile.

"The old Demon King created you all to protect the sea of ​​demons."

"He has devoted himself to training you into an invincible army, hoping that you will become the guardians of the demon sea."

Ling Xiao's voice was deep and powerful, each word seemingly carrying immense force.

"Now the Demon Sea has submitted to the Overlord Empire. This is an inevitable trend and is for better development."

"Then you should pledge allegiance to the Overlord Empire!"

"This is your responsibility, and it is also your honor!"

His gaze pressed down on everyone's hearts like a physical weight, as if it were an invisible mountain, making it hard to breathe.

"And what are you doing now? Fighting amongst yourselves? Climbing the ladder of power? Or do you want to destroy this hard-won peace with your own hands?"

Ling Xiao's voice suddenly rose, filled with boundless anger and disappointment.

"You have forgotten the old Demon King's original intentions, and you have forgotten your mission."

"Your actions are not only a betrayal of the old Demon King, but also a provocation against the entire Overlord Empire!"

The burly man stood still, his Adam's apple bobbing uncontrollably, making a hoarse, heavy sound, like the last gasp of a trapped beast before its death.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Ling Xiao, his gaze a mixture of anger, resentment, and fear.

He was about to speak, wanting to say something he thought was strong to salvage the situation, when Ling Xiao's blade suddenly shot forward like lightning.

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The soft sound was like a sharp blade slicing through brocade, yet it carried a chilling, bloody stench.

The blade pierced precisely half an inch into the burly man's forehead, and blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly staining his eyebrows and eyes red.

Blood flowed freely down his cheeks like red earthworms, staining the once majestic tiger totem on his chest a dark red, making him look like a sick tiger soaked in blood, having lost his former ferocity.

"Did I give you permission to speak?"

Ling Xiao's tone was as calm as if he were asking about today's weather, without the slightest ripple, yet it sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.

The voice was like a death warrant from the deepest hell, carrying endless majesty and cruelty.

The guards around them unconsciously held their breath, not daring to breathe out, as if a single breath would bring about their death.

Even the civil officials watching from afar felt a chill run down their spines, as if they were being coiled by a cold, venomous snake, and their whole bodies went cold.

The burly man's eyes were wide open, bulging like copper bells, as if they were about to burst out.

He roared hoarsely, "A scholar can be killed, but not..."

However, before he could finish speaking, Ling Xiao's blade flashed like lightning once again.

The blade flashed so fast that it was almost impossible to catch it with the naked eye; one could only feel a cold light flash before their eyes.

A head flew high into the air, tracing a poignant arc under the palace lanterns, like a burning meteor, carrying endless despair and resentment.

The head rolled to the feet of the giant beast soldiers, its eyes still wide open, as if it had died with its eyes open.