Batian Martial Soul

"In such a grand event, is there a place for me?"

Lin Muying's eyes darted around, her gaze sweeping over the private rooms surrounding the high platform, finally settling on the room behind Ling Xiao with an excellent view.

Ling Xiao raised his hand and pointed to a private room on the side, filled with spiritual energy.

"This place is quiet and elegant. What do you think, Lord Lin?"

"I prefer the one behind you."

Lin Muying's red lips curved slightly, her tone carrying a hint of probing.

"It doesn't matter."

Ling Xiao's smile remained unchanged. With a flick of his palm, the illusion array in the empty private room behind him automatically dissipated.

"If Lord Lin is pleased, please feel free to go."

Lin Muying had given him the Void Token, so they had a relationship. Besides, he was the one who decided which private room in the floating palace belonged to him.

"Hahaha, young man, you're truly straightforward!"

Lin Muying stared at him for a moment, and seeing that he looked open and unconcerned, she laughed loudly.

"I was just joking, why would I make things difficult for you?"

After saying that, she turned and stepped into the designated private room. As the gauze curtain fell, a hint of approval flashed in her eyes.

This young man is not only incredibly strong, but also frighteningly calm.

The number of guests outside the hall gradually decreased, but the most prestigious private room behind Ling Xiao remained empty as before.

At this moment, there were over a hundred experts at the Breakthrough Realm within the hall. More than a hundred terrifying auras intertwined and collided, forming an invisible aura storm. The air inside the hall seemed to be solidified into iron. Ordinary cultivators would probably have been crushed into dust by the pressure at this moment. Outside the hall, there were even more densely packed figures covering the sky. They were all elites from various forces, just to catch a glimpse of the Demon Lord's sword. Their auras were so strong that they almost covered the entire starry sky.

Behind Ling Xiao stood only Qingluan, Lin Ruhai, and Lu Fan.

The rest of the personnel remained to guard Lin Yuan City.

The situation today is unpredictable, and he cannot allow the elite of the Overlord Empire to perish here.

Moreover, all three are top-tier experts: Qingluan is unparalleled in wisdom and unfathomable in strength; Lin Ruhai has a powerful physique and has reached the half-step Breaking Realm; Lu Fan is proficient in array formations and controls the protective array of the entire floating palace.

If even these three cannot protect him, then having more people is futile.

He suddenly raised his head and looked towards the palace gate, his voice penetrating through layers of energy and clearly reaching every corner.

"If you do not show up soon, this last private room will be yours."

As soon as he finished speaking, a gaunt figure in a black robe slowly entered.

The old man's black robe seemed to be woven from endless shadows, capable of devouring all light and spiritual energy around him. His steps appeared unsteady and faltering, like a sick old man with a candle flickering in the wind. However, with each step he took, the light in the hall dimmed a little, and even the protective divine light of a Breaking Realm expert rippled slightly, as if it were being eroded by some invisible force.

A sense of foreboding suddenly arose in Ling Xiao's heart, and a chilling coldness crept up his spine.

The old man's aura seemed weak, yet it gave him a suffocating feeling, as if he were facing a prehistoric behemoth.

"This old man is not simple."

Qingluan's voice quietly reached Lingxiao's ears, carrying an unprecedented solemnity.

"He is a demonic cultivator, and his cultivation is unfathomable. The demonic energy on his body is of the same origin as yours, but it is more sinister and domineering, and he seems to have a strange hostility towards you."

The gaunt old man slowly raised his head, his cloudy gaze seemingly able to pierce through the dome of the hall and land on some hidden void. He sighed softly, his voice hoarse like sandpaper rubbing together.

"They really hid it well..."

Above the dome, Qingluan silently lowered her eyes, her fingertips quietly tightening, and the spiritual energy surrounding her instantly condensed into an invisible barrier.

The old man turned to look at Ling Xiao on the high platform, a strange light flashing in his cloudy eyes, as if he were examining a rare treasure.

"The demonic intent at the peak of inner demons, to have such attainments at such a young age... truly a formidable young talent."

After speaking, his figure vanished like water vapor, and the next moment he appeared in the empty private room behind Ling Xiao. The gauze curtains fell automatically, completely concealing his aura, leaving only a faint wisp of sinister demonic energy that quietly permeated the hall.

Ling Xiao scanned the entire scene, his divine sense spreading out like a net.

There were a total of 187 experts at the Breakthrough Realm, each with an aura as deep and unfathomable as an abyss. In the shadows, countless hidden gazes were surging, like lurking venomous snakes, ready to strike at any moment.

He transmitted his voice to Lu Fan, his tone grave.

"If any unforeseen circumstances arise, immediately activate the previously set up 'Annihilation God-Slaying Array'."

"Yes! Master!"

Lu Fan bowed his head in agreement, his palm already pressed on the array plate at his waist, his fingertips turning slightly white from the force, his whole body tense as if strung together.

Ling Xiao strode towards the center of the platform and suddenly flicked his sleeve!
hum.

The Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword suddenly hovered in front of him, its light surging. It was not a deathly darkness, but contained a terrifying demonic power that could devour heaven and earth and reverse yin and yang. As the runes on the sword disappeared, the sound of the Great Dao reverberated in the void. Wherever the black light reached, even the starlight in the sky paled in comparison, and the entire sky was illuminated as if dyed with ink.

The hall was deathly silent, and all eyes of the heavens were focused on this place.

Ling Xiao met the gazes of over a hundred sharp, dagger-like eyes, and spoke in a loud voice, each word like a thunderclap, piercing through layers of aura:
"Today, I, Lingxiao, reign supreme."

"Right here, we will auction off this Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword! It is not only the Demon Lord's natal sword, but also the key to breaking through the shackles of the Realm of Annihilation!"

"I swear on my own Dao foundation that this auction is absolutely genuine!"

The atmosphere inside the hall suddenly froze. The gazes of over a hundred experts at the Breaking Realm were like chains, locking onto Ling Xiao and the black sword. The entire space seemed to stand still at this moment, and even the air stopped flowing.

Everyone's breathing slowed unconsciously, their eyes filled with burning greed, cautious suspicion, and solemn scrutiny.

Such a treasure is enough to make anyone willing to pay any price.

Facing countless complex gazes, Ling Xiao smiled slightly and said frankly, "I am serious."

The black sword floated silently, its blade flowing with a radiant light that did not belong to this world. Demonic power and imperial power intertwined and collided, emitting a heart-palpitating pressure, as if telling the story of its past glory and slaughter.

At that moment, the sound of breathing seemed to disappear in the entire hall, and all eyes were focused on the black sword, so hot that it almost melted the blade.

Inside the private room on the left, Chi Ling did not look at the sword.

She leaned against the soft couch, her phoenix eyes fixed on Ling Xiao on the high platform with great interest, and her red lips curled into a playful smile.

She was curious how this slippery young man, like an eel, would manage to escape unscathed from this deadly predicament surrounded by old monsters.

None of these people are easy to deal with. The current harmony is just a facade before the storm. Once their core interests are touched, they will all bare their fangs, and then it will be a chaotic battle with rivers of blood.

Ling Xiao, what exactly are you planning?
On the high platform, Ling Xiao smiled calmly, seemingly unaware of the omnipresent oppressive atmosphere. Instead, he spoke slowly, his tone tinged with self-mockery:

"Esteemed seniors, this sword is called the 'Demon Lord Black Sky Sword,' the sword once worn by the Demon Lord, as you all surely know..." (End of Chapter)