Batian Martial Soul

The shattered light, like scattered stars, flickered a few times in the dark starry sky before disappearing without a trace.

Immediately afterwards, he plummeted downwards uncontrollably, like a shooting star with its string cut.

His body traced a tragic arc in the air before being slammed back onto the deck of the giant ship by this unparalleled force.

With a deep, muffled thud, like a heavy hammer striking a giant drum, the entire ship trembled slightly.

A huge crater had been smashed into the deck, with cracks spreading outwards like a spider web.

"puff--!"

The middle-aged general struggled to sit up, but felt a sweet, metallic taste rush to his throat, and he couldn't help but spit out a large amount of blood.

The blood wasn't bright red; instead, it had a faint golden hue, which stood out starkly against the dimly lit deck.

The blood gushed out like a burst dam, instantly staining a large section of the deck beneath them, creating a tragic scene painted with lives.

As blood gushed out, his breath visibly weakened.

His once strong and powerful body was now limp, as if all his strength had been drained away.

His eyes were wide open, filled with horror and disbelief, as if he couldn't believe he had been defeated so easily.

He tried to open his mouth to say something, but only managed a weak, indistinct sound before collapsing helplessly onto the deck.

The giant ship was deathly silent.

The deathly silence was like a heavy boulder pressing down on everyone's heart, making it hard to breathe.

All the warriors of the Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary, whether they were ordinary soldiers in golden armor standing in neat rows or powerful figures hidden in the shadows, ready to strike at any moment, stopped what they were doing and looked up solemnly at the figure in green robes standing with a sword in his hand under the sky.

Their eyes held shock, fear, and deep apprehension.

Ling Xiao's strength is far more terrifying than described in the intelligence they gathered.

According to their intelligence, Ling Xiao might be a demonic cultivator with some strength, but they never expected him to be so powerful as to be so illogical.

He defeated a formidable general with a single move, and in such a humiliating and complete manner.

Lingxiao stood suspended in the void, his robes fluttering in the gale, like a war god from beyond the heavens.

His expression was cold, his eyes revealing an aura of domineering arrogance as he looked down at the enormous ship below.

His voice was clear and loud, like a great bell, clearly reaching everyone's ears: "Too weak!"

Is the Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary deserted?

Let's get some real fighters!

The voice was full of provocation and disdain, as if it were declaring war on the entire Tianyuan Sanctuary.

The middle-aged general, who had suffered heavy losses, lay sprawled on the deck like a broken branch or withered leaf ravaged by a storm.

His hands trembled as he struggled to prop himself up, slowly raising his head. His gaze pierced through the layers of billowing dust, looking at the figure standing proudly in the sky like a god—Ling Xiao.

The arrogance and swagger of before were gone from his eyes. His pupils, which had once shone with confidence, were now filled with deep fear and lingering apprehension.

He seemed to see an insurmountable abyss, and he was standing on the edge of it, where a single misstep would plunge him into eternal damnation.

He finally understood that the seemingly young but infinitely majestic ruler of the Overlord Empire had already reached an unbelievable level of strength.

That power was far beyond his ability to resist; it was as if the rules of heaven and earth were condensed on Ling Xiao, leaving him with no way to attack.

He knew perfectly well that if he forced himself to attack again, he would only humiliate himself, and might even perish on the spot.

Every breath was accompanied by excruciating pain; the immense force raged within him, destroying his meridians and internal organs.

He could only sigh helplessly, his eyes filled with resentment and despair, yet he had no choice but to accept this cruel reality.

Ling Xiao hovered in mid-air, coldly looking down at the people on the giant ship below.

Seeing that no one answered, he curled his lips into a cold smile, a smile as chilling as the winter wind.

His voice, filled with undisguised sarcasm, pierced straight into everyone's hearts like a sharp blade: "What?"

The vast Tianyuan Sanctuary, hailed as the overlord of Tianyuan, yet no one dares to step forward?

"Have they all become cowards, hiding inside this giant ship and too ashamed to show their faces?"

These words were like adding fuel to the fire, instantly igniting the anger of everyone on the giant ship.

However, although they were furious, they also knew how powerful Ling Xiao was, and none of them dared to step forward easily.

For a moment, the atmosphere on the giant ship was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Just then, in the deepest part of the giant ship, in the area shrouded in chaotic energy, it seemed to be a mysterious world, hiding endless secrets.

The space rippled gently like water, with concentric circles spreading outwards, as if an invisible hand was gently stirring it.

A phantom figure slowly coalesced, like a ghost emerging from a dream, gradually becoming clearer as it grew from faint to dense.

Finally, it manifested and appeared before everyone's eyes.

He was a middle-aged man dressed in a magnificent robe, embroidered with exquisite patterns that shimmered with a mysterious light, as if containing the secrets of the world.

His long hair cascaded over his shoulders, swaying gently in the wind like black silk.

His face was handsome and elegant, with soft features, yet it exuded a sense of determination and courage.

He exudes an elegant and approachable air, like a well-read scholar reciting poetry and painting in a quiet study.

However, between the opening and closing of those deep eyes, there was an aura of dominance over the world and control over the fate of all living beings.

It was as if he could see through everything in the world and control the life and death of everyone with just one glance.

His appearance instantly heightened the tension on the giant ship, drawing everyone's attention to him.

Upon seeing the illusory man in the magnificent robe appear, the entire giant ship instantly fell into absolute solemnity.

The wounded middle-aged general, his originally pale face now filled with awe, struggled to stand up but was too weak. In the end, he could only kneel heavily on one knee on the deck, his head bowed low, as if he were devoutly worshipping an irresistible god.

The ordinary soldiers, who were originally standing or standing, were now all kneeling on one knee in unison, their bodies straight, like well-trained soldiers being inspected by their supreme commander.

Their heads were bowed low, not daring to raise them even slightly, for fear of offending the incomparably noble being before them. (End of Chapter)