Batian Martial Soul

The young man's swordsmanship was wide and powerful, forcing Su Miao to dodge and weave, unable to meet each strike head-on.

The two fought with lightning speed, their moves ruthless and direct, all honed in life-or-death battles, devoid of any fancy tricks. A single misstep could lead to instant death, making it an extremely dangerous situation.

Ling Xiao watched the battle intently from the sidelines, his heart filled with dread.

The two fighters had reached a state of perfection, their grasp of timing, control of power, and transformation of feints and real attacks were all exquisite.

If I were to face any one of them alone right now, the outcome would probably be a 50/50 chance.

This Soul-Slaying Death Arena is indeed an excellent place to hone combat skills!
Just as the battle reached a stalemate, Ling Xiao's ears twitched slightly, and as he activated his demonic soul, he instantly detected an unusual fluctuation in the airflow!
He suddenly turned his head to look at the village wall on the right, and saw a gray shadow gliding along the ground like a ghost, its figure elusive and almost blending into the night, silently rushing towards the blue crystal at the center of the array!
Its speed was even faster than Su Miao's, and the air itself was torn apart with a subtle, sharp sound!
Yet another sneak attacker!
Ling Xiao had no time to think. He let out a low shout, exerted force with his feet, and shot out like an arrow. His right hand transformed into a blade, carrying the whistling wind, and stabbed straight at the heart of the Gray Shadow Queen, attacking the enemy's inevitable defense and forcing her to retreat!

As expected, the gray figure froze, twisting strangely as if it had no bones, barely dodging the palm strike. At the same time, it flicked out a cold glint with its backhand. The short blade, as thin as a cicada's wing, streaked through the air like a cold star, aiming straight for Ling Xiao's throat!
Ling Xiao twisted and dodged, his left hand flashing out to grab the wrist of the opponent holding the blade.

Unexpectedly, the opponent's wrist flipped like a serpent, easily avoiding the grab. The short blade's trajectory remained unchanged, still slicing towards the throat, so fast that only a streak of light remained!
In a flash, Ling Xiao's mind raced; a direct confrontation would mean certain death!
He immediately changed his tactics, no longer using his left hand to block, but instead directly targeting the opponent's lower body with a vicious "scooping the moon from the bottom of the sea" move!
This is the most dangerous close-quarters combat technique, using one's own weaknesses to gain the opponent's initiative, gambling that the opponent will not dare to fight head-on!
However, the expected solid feel did not come.

The surface feels smooth to the touch, definitely not a man's physique!
Ling Xiao froze, his mind going blank for a moment. It was a woman?!
This moment of astonishment caused the gray figure to stiffen abruptly.

The gray mist covering his face was dispersed slightly by the force of the energy, revealing a pair of almond-shaped eyes. His pupils contracted suddenly due to shock and anger, and his cold eyes surged with shame, indignation and murderous intent, clear yet laced with poison!
It's now!

Ling Xiao snapped out of his daze, his right hand like a leech, his fingertips gathering all his strength, precisely striking the numb tendon on the wrist of the opponent holding the blade!

Ding!
With a crisp sound, the short blade slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, reflecting a cold glint in the moonlight.

The woman in gray groaned, her blood surging, and she staggered back several feet, clutching her numb wrist. Through the thin gray mist, her eyes, like poisoned daggers, stared intently at Ling Xiao, as if she wanted to devour him alive. In her eyes, there was killing intent, but even more so, the shame and indignation of being offended!

Just then, a tearing pain suddenly exploded in his abdomen without warning! Ling Xiao was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the ground several feet away, raising a cloud of dust that blotted out the sky.

Before he could catch his breath, an extremely sharp gust of wind swept in, aimed directly at his face, the cold air almost freezing his eyelids!

Ling Xiao's pupils suddenly contracted, his arms bulged like iron, veins popped out, and he crossed them in front of him to take the blow head-on!
"boom!"

The dull bang made the air tremble. He was pushed backward by the force, his feet carving two half-foot-deep furrows in the hard ground, sending stones flying.

The moment he stopped his retreat, the air on his right suddenly hissed and shrieked as a vicious whip kick swept across, aiming straight for his temple with a whooshing sound. If this strike landed, he would surely die!

Ling Xiao's waist bent backwards in an eerie way, almost parallel to the ground. The deadly leg wind barely grazed his nose, and the force of the wind made his face sting.

Taking advantage of the moment when the opponent's moves were old and their old strength was exhausted and their new strength had not yet been generated, he suddenly sprang up like a fully charged spring, his shoulders and back ramming like a bull charging forward, with an unstoppable momentum, and fiercely rammed into the attacker's chest and abdomen!

"boom!"

A slender figure was sent flying backward, also retreating several feet before finally regaining its footing, a trace of scarlet blood spilling from the corner of its mouth.

Ling Xiao stared intently and saw a woman standing opposite him.

Her face was as beautiful as a moonlit orchid, her skin as white as snow, but her eyes were as cold as an ancient ice abyss, churning with an undisguised, chilling killing intent... In the chaos just now, Ling Xiao's hand accidentally touched a forbidden area that he should never have touched.

Ling Xiao slowly clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking, and his internal energy surged like a rushing river.

He dared not underestimate this woman in the slightest; to be precise, in this eerie and perilous place, every living creature deserved utmost caution.

"Luoying! Why aren't you killing him yet!" A scarred man holding a long, narrow scimitar shouted from not far away, his voice rough like sandpaper.

The woman called Luoying glanced at him coldly, her tone icy and chilling: "Watch your tongue." Before she finished speaking, her figure blurred like wisps of smoke, turning into a blurry shadow as she silently pounced on Lingxiao.

Ling Xiao's eyes sharpened, his brows furrowed slightly, and his Tai Chi Eyes suddenly opened, black and white energies flowing in his eyes, instantly seeing through the afterimage's trajectory!

Without dodging or avoiding, he turned around and struck out with a palm. The palm wind contained a demonic intent that made one's soul tremble... It was not ordinary energy, but a domineering and unparalleled will, a strange power that was evil to the extreme and could evoke the deepest pain and fear in people's hearts.

This palm strike, seemingly ordinary, was precisely aimed at the very core of that phantom, at an angle so cunning it was impeccable.

"Oh!"

A shockwave exploded, and the two were forced backward simultaneously. As Luo Ying retreated, her figure vanished again, as if merging into the surrounding shadows, leaving no trace.

Almost at the same instant she disappeared, Ling Xiao seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, suddenly leaping into the air and slashing down with a palm!
"boom!"

A deafening explosion rang out, cracking the ground and revealing Luo Ying's figure. She staggered back several steps, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes as she looked at Ling Xiao: "A demonic cultivator?"

Demonic cultivation is widely recognized as the most bloodthirsty and unreasonable path among all cultivation paths. In battles between cultivators of the same realm, demonic cultivators often gain an absolute advantage through their bizarre and ruthless methods, making them an existence that no cultivator wants to easily provoke.

Ling Xiao didn't answer, his gaze sweeping across the other side of the battlefield. Su Miao and the scarred man with the curved sword were still locked in fierce combat, their swords flashing and their energy surging. The two were evenly matched, and neither could gain the upper hand for the time being.

"If we continue fighting, it will only result in mutual destruction." Ling Xiao looked at Luo Ying, his voice calm and composed, yet carrying an undeniable power.

Luo Ying's knuckles turned slightly white, and a hint of hesitation flashed in her eyes, as if she were weighing the pros and cons. (End of Chapter)