Batian Martial Soul

Chi Ling and Qing Luan stood side by side on a relatively stable, huge boulder, observing the battle from afar.

Chi Ling, dressed in fiery red, exuded a faint killing intent; Qing Luan, dressed in snow-white robes, lightly touched the air with her delicate hands, her fingertips shimmering with a faint blue light, her expression serene.

The black mist dissipated, and Ling Xiao's figure appeared silently beside them.

Chi Ling didn't turn her head, her tone as cold as ice, yet carrying a hint of barely perceptible surprise:

"It seems you digested that Heavenly Creation Pill quite well."

"His aura is much more concentrated than before, which is somewhat beyond my expectations."

Ling Xiao chuckled lightly, his tone composed:

"Thanks to the predecessors, I have made some progress."

Qingluan glanced at him sideways, a clear look of surprise flashing in her eyes:

"It's not just about improvement... To be able to completely control the surge in power in such a short time, such composure and self-control are truly rare."

"but,"

She abruptly changed the subject, casting her gaze towards the most intense battle in the distance, her tone carrying a hint of warning:

"You're still far from being as good as those old monsters over there."

Ling Xiao followed her gaze.

Mu Yuanshan was in a sorry state, his clothes stained with blood and his breathing disordered. He was being attacked by two powerful figures dressed in black robes who concealed their auras. He was struggling to defend himself and had already fallen into a disadvantageous position.

The two men in black robes coordinated perfectly. One attacked from the upper three sides, his palm wind like a knife, carrying a bone-chilling cold; the other locked down the lower body, his fingers and claws like hooks, containing a sharp force that could tear through the void. Clearly, they were also top giants from the Broken Boundary Mountain or an even older, hidden force.

"Isn't Miss Chiling planning to participate?"

Ling Xiao looked at the woman in red beside him, his tone tinged with amusement.

Chi Ling scoffed, her tone full of disdain:
"The end?"

"To become everyone's sitting duck?"

She glanced at Ling Xiao, her gaze pointed:
"Now, whoever touches that demonic sword will become the target of everyone's hatred."

"I'm not that stupid."

"As for you, you're all relaxed now, so you can just enjoy the show in peace."

"It's definitely much easier now."

Ling Xiao readily admitted it, but his gaze remained fixed on the battle, and he pondered to himself.

Mu Yuanshan's defeat seems to be only a matter of time.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!
Mu Yuanshan, who had been suppressed, suddenly unleashed a roar that shook the universe. A murky gray-black halo exploded around him, like ink dripping into clear water, instantly spreading for dozens of feet. Wherever it passed, the turbulent energy flow was frozen. The two powerful enemies were caught off guard and were forced to retreat repeatedly by the halo, blood spilling from the corners of their mouths.

The Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword, which he had been gripping tightly in his hand, suddenly erupted with black energy as thick as ink. The frequency of the sword's vibration increased, and the hum it emitted was no longer the sound of the Great Dao, but rather like the savage laughter of a demon, carrying a chilling cruelty and excitement!

"not good!"

Among the crowd watching from afar, a wise and experienced old monster cried out in shock, his voice filled with horror:

"This sword is actually devouring Mu Yuanshan's cultivation and life force!"

A look of shock, anger, and resentment flashed across Mu Yuanshan's face. Clearly, he had also failed to truly control the sword and was instead being devoured by its evil nature, his cultivation being rapidly consumed.

Seeing the two men in black robes wipe the blood from their mouths and lunge at him again with a sinister grin, their eyes filled with murderous intent, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he made a move that caught everyone off guard.

He used his last bit of strength to hurl the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, which was flashing and trembling wildly, toward the meteorite where Ling Xiao and the others were!
"Ling Xiao!"

"This thing is extremely malevolent; I'm not playing with you anymore!"

The black light, like a shooting star chasing the moon, tore through the chaotic energy field, and flew straight towards the sky with a piercing sound!

In an instant, the space shrouded in the flames of war seemed to freeze completely.

All eyes.

Whether it's the powerful figures currently engaged in combat or the various forces observing from afar.

Everyone focused their attention on the black streak of light that pierced the void, and on the young figure on the boulder that instantly became the absolute focus!

The air seemed to be compressed by an invisible pressure, becoming deathly silent, with only the sharp buzzing of the Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword as it flew, and countless gazes, some greedy, some murderous, some mocking, and some curious, falling on Ling Xiao as if they were real!

Chi Ling's phoenix eyebrows suddenly twitched, and a cold killing intent surged in her eyes. Her red clothes fluttered without wind, and the air around her seemed to freeze. Qing Luan also put away her indifferent expression, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and a green light flowed from her fingertips, indicating that she was on guard.

The aura of that black light was all too familiar; it was none other than the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, which should have changed hands!

Ling Xiao's relaxed smile froze instantly. Watching the approaching black light, imbued with a familiar demonic power yet now tinged with a violent intensity, only one thought remained in his mind:
Although I had a feeling you would come back, this is just too bad a time!
In the blink of an eye, before he could think any further, demonic intent surged within him, and demonic runes flashed across his fingertips. Almost instinctively, he reached out and grabbed.

The icy, bone-chilling, and mountain-heavy sensation instantly came through, and my palm was slightly numb from the raging demonic energy on the sword. It was the Black Heaven Sword of the Demon Lord that had turned the world upside down in the Silent Realm!
Almost the instant the sword was in his hand, dozens of terrifying auras descended like maggots clinging to his bones, like invisible shackles that locked him firmly in place!

The two most formidable auras belonged to the black-robed man and the mysterious guest who had just attacked Mu Yuanshan. The two had already turned their attention to him, their cold gazes piercing through the void and fixing on Ling Xiao as if they were tangible, their killing intent fully revealed.

However, she was intimidated by the unfathomable aura of the Azure Phoenix standing before Ling Xiao.

It was an ancient pressure that could make even a powerful expert in the Breaking Realm wary. Although the two were eager to make a move, they ultimately dared not act rashly. Instead, they channeled their energy, causing their bodies to surge and prepare to pounce at any moment to seize the prize.

Ling Xiao composed himself, suppressing the absurdity and anxiety in his heart. He looked up at Mu Yuanshan in the distance, whose aura was weak but who was clearly relieved, and called out:

"Senior Mu Yuanshan, the transaction is complete, and the goods are exchanged. Do you intend to go back on your word?"

Mu Yuanshan's face alternated between pale and flushed, his lips twitching, and finally he managed to squeeze out a bitter expression:
"Young friend, this sword is extremely malevolent, and I found it difficult to control. Instead, it backfired on me..."

How about I leave it with you for now?

"Once I find a way to suppress it, I will come and retrieve it!"

"Storage?"

Ling Xiao chuckled, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, his voice suddenly turning icy:

"Senior, are you perhaps planning to use me as a shield to protect you from these formidable enemies?"

"Although I am not talented, I am unwilling to be a knife in someone else's hand."

"I'll ask you one last time, do you want this sword or not?"

"If you want it, come and take it yourself now; if you don't want it..."

He paused, his gaze suddenly shifting to a spot in the empty space to his right, his tone carrying a deliberate seduction:
"Senior over there, if you are interested in this sword, you might consider exchanging it for the 'Grimoire of Annihilation'." (End of Chapter)