Batian Martial Soul

"you……"

Yan Huang's eyes widened, filled with resentment and disbelief, as if time itself had frozen at that moment.

He lowered his head tightly, his gaze fixed on his dantian (lower abdomen).

Suddenly, a sharp blade of light silently pierced his dantian. The blade of light gleamed with a cold light, like a venomous snake, and was rampaging unscrupulously inside his body.

The violent sword energy surged and crashed through his dantian, shattering the foundation he had painstakingly cultivated for a hundred years.

The once stable vortex of spiritual energy has now become fragmented, with strands of spiritual energy scattering in all directions like fleeing defeated soldiers.

Ling Xiao's expression was cold and stern, his eyes showing no pity. He decisively drew his sword and retreated.

The moment the blade left Yan Huang's body, it brought out a string of blood droplets, drawing a blood-red arc in the air.

Yan Huang, like a kite with a broken string, fell uncontrollably, leaving a long trail in the starry sky before crashing heavily onto a distant meteorite, raising a cloud of dust.

Ling Xiao gently wiped the blood from his lips; the bloodstains stood out starkly against his pale face.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze towards the towering warship remaining calm as still water, as if what he had just experienced was nothing more than a trivial battle. He coldly said, "Next."

The ship fell into a deathly silence, as if time itself had frozen.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, their mouths slightly open, but no sound came out.

They looked at Ling Xiao with shock and awe in their eyes.

He defeated three generals in succession, each move more ruthless than the last, each strike aimed directly at vital points without any mercy.

At this moment, no one dared to underestimate this seemingly gentle but actually ruthless demonic cultivator in green robes.

Ling Xiao stood quietly in place, regulating the surging blood and qi within his body.

He knew full well that the real powerhouse had not yet made a move, and those were just small fry.

But he cannot back down, at least not now.

He carried the dignity and glory of the Overlord Empire on his shoulders. He wanted to make the Heavenly Abyss Temple understand that the Overlord Empire was not a soft target to be manipulated, nor was it something they could violate at will.

A thousand meters away in Batian City, Ji Mingkong stood quietly by the window, his eyes filled with worry and concern.

Although she couldn't see anything, her heart seemed to be tightly connected with Ling Xiao.

As if sensing something, she slowly looked up at the sky outside the window, where the dark night sky seemed to hide countless dangers.

She murmured softly, her voice trembling slightly: "Ling Xiao, my husband, my only husband!"

Please come back safely...

The voice, like a gentle breeze, echoed in the quiet room, yet it was filled with her deep love and longing.

"You're courting death! How dare you kill my brother!"

Just then, a furious roar, as loud as thunder, came from the depths of the towering, mountain-like giant ship.

The voice was filled with boundless anger and killing intent, as if it could tear the entire starry sky apart.

Before the words were even finished, a burly figure in dark gold shot out of the sky, moving as fast as a shooting star streaking across the night.

He carried with him a scorching aura that could burn the stars, and wherever he passed, the air was burned and distorted, and he instantly descended in front of Lingxiao.

It was a middle-aged general clad in flaming armor, the flame patterns on which flickered with an eerie light, as if they were alive.

He held a long spear in his hand, its blade adorned with dark red flame patterns, exuding a terrifying aura, like a sleeping ferocious beast.

Wherever the spear tip pointed, the void seemed to melt and distort, and the surrounding temperature rose sharply, making people feel as if they were in a furnace.

The weapon of the middle-aged general before him, both in its design and the faintly radiating intense heat, was very similar to that of the man he had defeated earlier.

Combined with his angry shout filled with grief and murderous intent, "You're courting death! How dare you kill my brother!", Ling Xiao already understood that the man in front of him was probably his brother.

Ling Xiao's eyes were indifferent, like a bottomless, icy pool, calm and undisturbed.

In his eyes, this formidable opponent was no different from the previous ones.

He didn't even glance at the middle-aged general, as if the scorching aura and dark golden figure that were enough to chill others were nothing more than fleeting clouds.

He simply and calmly opened his palm slowly, the movement unhurried yet exuding an indescribable confidence and composure.

In an instant, the bloodthirsty blade that had accompanied him in his conquests and drunk the blood of countless powerful enemies let out a clear and long dragon roar.

The voice seemed to come from an ancient dragon, carrying boundless majesty and domineering power.

Immediately afterwards, the Bloodthirsty Blade suddenly transformed into a stunning streak that tore through the sky, its blade flashing with a sharp, cold light, and like a bolt of lightning, it slashed fiercely at the spear in the middle-aged general's hand!

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Where the blade flashed, there was no earth-shattering collision sound as one might expect, no deafening roar.

Only a faint yet piercing cracking sound, like the mournful cry of an owl, was exceptionally clear in the silent starry sky.

The spear that seemed invincible and burning with raging flames in the hands of the middle-aged general was completely powerless, like butter meeting a hot knife, and was precisely cleaved in two by the Bloodthirsty Blade!
The broken edge is as smooth as a mirror, as if it were polished by the most skilled craftsman.

The flames of law attached to the spear dimmed in that instant, like a candle flickering in the wind, and then went out completely, dissipating into the air.

At the very instant the Bloodthirsty Blade severed the spear, Ling Xiao's figure vanished from the spot, as if he had never existed.

The next instant, he appeared before the middle-aged general like a ghost, his speed exceeding the limits of divine sense, leaving the middle-aged general no time to react.

Without any fancy moves or flashy actions, Ling Xiao simply threw a punch.

This punch, seemingly ordinary, contains endless mysteries and terrifying power.

The evil dragon has broken through the boundary!

With a low shout in his heart, Ling Xiao finally unleashed his punch.

The fist whistled through the air, like an enraged dragon breaking free of its cage, carrying the power to destroy the world.

Wherever the fist struck, the space within a radius of tens of thousands of feet was like glass being crushed by a tremendous force, emitting a mournful cry of unbearable pressure.

A dense web of cracks spread wildly from the center of Ling Xiao's fist, as if to tear the entire world apart.

Rumble——! ! !
That immense, unstoppable force, like the thunderbolt of a thousand pounds, erupted without warning.

This power seemed to come from the wrath of ancient gods and demons, carrying a world-destroying might, and wherever it passed, the air was violently compressed and distorted.

The middle-aged general felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, as an overwhelming force rushed towards him.

Before he could even react, the protective aura he had built, which had shone brightly and he believed to be indestructible, shattered instantly under the impact of the immense force, as if it were made of paper. (End of Chapter)