Batian Martial Soul

Although the enemy's momentum was great.

But Ling Xiao did not back down at all; instead, he calmed himself down.

In an instant, the Bloodthirsty Blade Soul within him was released, and a powerful aura erupted from his body, shaking the surrounding void like a volcanic eruption.

He leaped into the air again, his figure as swift as lightning, and in an instant he was close to the front of the giant ship.

Almost simultaneously, nearly a hundred sharp auras locked onto him, each aura carrying a chilling killing intent, like sharp blades ready to pierce him at any moment.

These auras came from the experts on the giant ship. They sensed the powerful aura emanating from Ling Xiao and took action, trying to nip him in the bud.

"He who comes is stopped!"

The shout was like thunder, coming from the giant ship and causing ripples to spread through the void.

The sound was like a roar from hell, carrying endless majesty and oppression.

Ling Xiao stood tall, his green robes billowing under the starlight, looking ethereal, like an envoy from the celestial realm, unafraid of any evil in this world.

He laughed loudly, his laughter like a great bell, resounding through the heavens: "I am Ling Xiao of the Overlord Empire. I have long heard of the outstanding people and resources of the Heavenly Abyss Holy Hall, and I have come here today to learn from you."

"Is there anyone who dares to fight me?"

His voice was full of confidence and challenge, as if he were announcing to the entire Tianyuan Holy Hall that he, Lingxiao, would fight them in this void today.

The tense and solemn atmosphere that had been permeating the giant ship fell into a moment of silence after Ling Xiao's provocative laugh.

This silence, like the calm before a storm, inexplicably stirred a sense of tension and unease within one's heart.

Immediately, a white shadow streaked out like a ghost, its speed so fast that its trajectory was almost invisible, like a bolt of lightning slicing through the darkness.

The newcomer was a young man in his early twenties. He was tall and straight, and his eyes revealed an innate arrogance.

His high nose, thin lips, and slightly upturned eyes all revealed his inner pride and arrogance.

He was dressed in silver armor, which shimmered with a cold yet dazzling light under the starlight, like the brightest star in the night sky.

The long spear in his hand pointed diagonally into the void, its shaft radiating a faint chill, like a lurking venomous snake, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy at any moment.

He curled his lips into a disdainful smile and said coldly, "So it's just an arrogant fool who doesn't know his own limitations."

"How dare you be so insolent before the colossal ship of my Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary! Today I will show you what it means to bring disaster upon yourself!"

Upon hearing this, Ling Xiao didn't get angry but laughed instead. His smile was like the warm sun in winter, warm yet tinged with a hint of mockery.

He crossed his arms, his eyes revealing an air of disdain for the world, and loudly proclaimed, "State your name, my blade does not kill the nameless."

If you don't even dare to give your name, then this battle has lost its meaning.

"Tianyuan Sanctuary, Bai Wuyai!"

The young man let out a cold shout, his voice like a cold blade slicing through the silent void.

Suddenly, a blinding cold light burst forth from the tip of the spear in his hand. The light was so tangible that no one dared to look directly at it.

His eyes were filled with murderous intent as he said viciously, "Remember this name, so you'll have company on the road to the underworld..."

However, before he could finish speaking, a sharp blade of light arrived like a thunderclap.

This strike was faster than anyone could imagine, like a lightning bolt tearing through time and space, carrying an aura of world-destroying power.

Wherever the blade passed, it sliced ​​through the void, creating tiny cracks and emitting a hissing sound.

Bai Wuyai's expression changed drastically. He originally thought he could easily deal with Ling Xiao's attack, but he did not expect that this strike would be so terrifying.

In his haste, he parried with his spear, trying to block the fatal blow.

With a crisp clang, the spear made of black iron snapped in two!

The moment the spear broke, a powerful impact traveled up the shaft, making his hands go numb.

But the blade's momentum did not wane; like a ferocious dragon, it aimed straight for his face.

The sharp wind from the blade rushed towards him, making his hair dance wildly and his face sting.

Bai Wuyai retreated in horror, his heart filled with fear and despair, as if he had seen the arrival of death.

However, he was still too slow. He felt a chill on his right shoulder, and his entire arm was severed at the root, with blood raining down into the sky.

The vibrant blood stood out starkly against the dark void, resembling blooming red lotuses.

Before he could recover from the excruciating pain, another sword light appeared, following him like a shadow.

This sword light was even more eerie than the previous blade light, like a ghost, making it impossible to fathom.

"you……"

He only managed to utter one word before the sword pierced his brow.

The sword tip pierced through his brow, drawing a trail of blood that appeared exceptionally poignant under the starlight.

His wide eyes were filled with disbelief, as if he would never understand why he had been defeated so decisively until his death.

He originally thought that with his strength and background, he could easily win this battle, but he never expected to end up in such a tragic state.

His body slowly fell, like a falling leaf, disappearing into the dark void.

Ling Xiao slowly sheathed his sword and stood upright, his posture as straight as a pine tree, his clothes spotless, as if the fierce battle he had just experienced was nothing more than a trivial sparring match.

His expression was calm, his gaze sharp as he looked into the depths of the giant ship. His tone was flat yet carried an undeniable air of dominance: "Send someone more capable."

Don't send these utterly incompetent people again; they're wasting my time.

A commotion immediately broke out on the ship, with everyone whispering among themselves, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.

Clearly, none of them expected Bai Wuyai to be defeated so quickly and so miserably.

Bai Wuyai was considered a skilled fighter among them, but unexpectedly, he couldn't even last a few rounds against Ling Xiao.

A moment later, a white ribbon floated out of the ship's cabin, like flowing clouds cascading to the ground, light and graceful.

At the end of the white ribbon stood a woman in plain clothes.

The woman was extremely beautiful, with skin as white as snow, like the pure and flawless first snow of winter, exuding a cool and noble temperament.

Her eyes were like cold stars, deep and bright, as if they held endless secrets.

Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, swaying gently in the breeze.

She gently stroked the warm jade bracelet on her wrist, her movements elegant and composed, her voice clear and cool like a spring: "Tianyuan Holy Hall, Yun Wanwan."

Please advise.

The voice was like a clear mountain spring, crisp and melodious, yet carrying a cold indifference that kept people at a distance.

Ling Xiao raised an eyebrow slightly, a mocking smile appearing on his lips, and deliberately provoked, "Another one coming to their death?"

"Does your Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary have no one else to rely on, and can only send these frail women to their deaths?"

Yun Wanwan did not answer, but simply flicked her slender fingers.

In an instant, a vast expanse of white silk unfurled, like a thousand pear blossoms blooming simultaneously, enveloping an area of ​​hundreds of feet in all directions. (End of Chapter)