Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14415 Lian Hu, Commander of the Giant Beast Army

The headless corpse swayed, and blood gushed from its neck like a fountain, the steaming blood splashing onto the surrounding bluestone slabs with a sizzling sound.

Finally, the body crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust, like a collapsing mountain.

The surviving behemoth soldiers unconsciously took a half step back, their eyes filled with fear and awe.

His hand holding the weapon trembled slightly, as if the weapon had become incredibly heavy.

Only now did they truly realize how terrifying this young emperor was.

He was a true powerhouse who had fought his way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Every move he made carried the aura of death, making people dare not have the slightest thought of resistance.

Several young soldiers' knees began to buckle. If they hadn't been concerned about their reputation, they probably would have already knelt down and begged Ling Xiao for mercy.

Ling Xiao brandished his sword and flicked away the blood droplets, which drew graceful arcs in the air like red pearls.

The Ink Soul Sword in his hand emitted a clear, melodious hum, as if cheering for the recent slaughter.

His gaze swept over the crowd, like two sharp blades, making people afraid to look directly at him.

His voice, amplified by the power of Cangyue, resounded throughout the square, each word clearly reaching everyone's ears: "Now I'm giving you two choices."

"First, stay in the Batian Empire, abide by your duties, and serve the empire. I will ensure your wealth and honor. Second, leave immediately, and from now on, you will no longer be on the Batian Empire's register. Whether you live or die, it will have nothing to do with the empire."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed drastically, like flowers battered by a storm, losing their former luster.

As members of the behemoth army, they have long enjoyed the most generous offerings.

The sheer number of spirit crystals received each year is enough to make ordinary martial artists green with envy. Those spirit crystals shimmer with an alluring light, as if they were keys to the pinnacle of wealth and power.

Not to mention those rare cultivation resources, all of which were supplied by the giant beast army with all its might.

There are rare spiritual herbs that appear only once every thousand years, emitting a delicate fragrance, as if they contain the spiritual energy of heaven and earth; there are rare refining materials that shimmer with a mysterious luster, as if telling the story of their extraordinary origins.

These resources are invaluable treasures for martial artists to improve their cultivation and enhance their strength.

If they leave this place, even if their cultivation is extraordinary, they will be nothing more than stray dogs in the cultivation world, wandering aimlessly and without any support.

Without the protection and resource support of the behemoth army, their cultivation path will become extremely difficult.

Several veteran soldiers looked solemn, exchanging glances filled with regret and helplessness.

Some people have already begun to regret their impulsive actions today, secretly blaming themselves for getting involved in this unclear and pointless struggle.

They knew that the situation was now out of their control, and if not handled properly, they would likely suffer a tragic end.

Just as everyone was hesitant and their hearts were pounding like water being drawn up and down, a cold voice came from the end of the corridor, like a curse from the darkness: "Is the Emperor going to exterminate us all?"

The sound was like a cold wind in winter, chilling one's heart.

Upon hearing this, Ling Xiao slowly turned around, his movements elegant and composed.

A middle-aged man dressed in a dark black cloak appeared as he walked under the moonlight, his figure appearing exceptionally mysterious.

With each step he took, a thin layer of frost would condense on the stone slabs beneath his feet, as if his footsteps brought the harshness of winter.

The chill emanating from him made the nearby guards shiver, as if they were in an ice cellar.

Upon seeing this, Shangguan Yue hurried forward and gently tugged at Ling Xiao's sleeve with her delicate hand, her movements both gentle and urgent.

She whispered, "The commander of the Beast Army, Lian Hu."

"The Frost Halberd in his hand was personally bestowed by the Old Demon King. It is said to be able to freeze mountains and rivers and is extremely powerful."

"This person should not be underestimated; Your Majesty must deal with him with caution."

Ling Xiao's lips curled slightly, revealing a confident and composed smile, as if everything was under his control: "Didn't I give you a choice?"

"If they want to leave, I will not stop them; if they want to stay, they must abide by their duties."

Lian Hu stood still ten zhang away, his cloak fluttering in the night wind like a black flag.

His gaze was cold and stern as he stared intently at Ling Xiao, and he said loudly, "You're not from the Demon Sea, yet you want to interfere with us?"

"What's wrong with us having questions?"

His voice was like shattering ice, each word carrying a chilling coldness, as if it could freeze the surrounding air.

He believed he was right and had a solid basis for his argument, and he was full of dissatisfaction and resistance to Ling Xiao's control.

Upon hearing Lian Hu's provocative words, Ling Xiao's lips curled up slightly, and he chuckled softly.

However, there was no warmth in that laughter; it was like a chilling wind blowing from an ice cellar, sending shivers down one's spine: "Do I need your approval to lead the Beast Army?"

"In this Overlord Empire, I, Ling Xiao, am the rule, I am the heavens. Why should I need the approval of you bunch of clowns!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already darted out like a ghost.

The speed was astonishing, as if it had transcended the boundaries of time and space. Everyone only saw a blur before Ling Xiao rushed towards Lian Hu.

The bloodthirsty blade in his hand slashed down with the force of splitting the heavens and earth. Wherever the blade passed, ripples spread across the space, and the cracks were like black abysses, as if they were about to swallow everything around them.

This strike was faster than anything else; all the onlookers saw was a streak of crimson lightning slicing through the twilight, carrying a world-destroying momentum as it hurtled straight toward Lian Hu.

Lian Hu's pupils shrank sharply, his eyes filled with terror and panic.

He knew the power of that blow; if he didn't defend himself in time, he would surely be beheaded.

He hurriedly summoned a bronze halberd, his reliable partner in battle for many years. The halberd was covered with ancient runes and exuded a mysterious and powerful aura.

At this moment, the runes were emitting a dazzling blue light, as if to show the world their extraordinary nature.

Lian Hu roared and poured all his spiritual power into his battle halberd. The moment the halberd was swung, the water vapor in the air quickly condensed into countless ice crystals.

The ice crystals were like sharp arrows, carrying a chilling cold, as if they were going to freeze the entire space.

He tried to use the ice crystals to block Ling Xiao's bloodthirsty blade, hoping to buy himself a chance to catch his breath.

boom--!
A loud bang, like a thunderclap, exploded in the square.

The Bloodthirsty Blade and the Bronze Halberd clashed violently, creating a surge of energy that spread outwards like a raging sea.

The guards who were nearby were forced to retreat by the powerful shockwave, some even falling to the ground with pain on their faces.

Lian Hu felt a tremendous force coming from the halberd, which made his arm go numb and his tiger's mouth ache.

He was sent flying backwards, like a kite with a broken string, tracing a pathetic arc in the air.

After he finally regained his balance, he looked at the halberd in his hand and saw a deep crack on it, like an unhealable wound.