Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14617 The True Demon Sword

"The Black Soul King's aura vanished in your Lin Yuan City and has never been seen again." Mu Qianxue stared sharply at Ling Xiao. "Are you still going to say that he's not in the Ba Tian Empire?"

Ling Xiao remained silent for a moment, about to speak in his defense, when suddenly his expression froze... A ripple suddenly appeared in the space beside him, and the figure of the Black Soul King slowly walked out, still dressed in his black robe.

Ling Xiao: "..."

All I could think was: Senior, why did you have to come out now of all times to sabotage me?
Mu Qianxue looked at him with a half-smile, her tone teasing: "Young Master Ling, why aren't you continuing to swear? Didn't you just say you were going to vouch for me with your personal integrity?"

The Black Soul King coughed twice, patted Ling Xiao's shoulder, and said in a tone that was both apologetic and domineering, "Boy, if you can't hide it anymore, don't try to hide it. This old man is indeed here, young lady. However..."

He turned to look at Mu Qianxue, a cold glint in his eyes, and his demonic aura erupted suddenly, like a volcano that had been dormant for ten thousand years suddenly erupting: "If the Holy Temple wants to forcibly seize the Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword, it might as well ask the Demon Sword in my hand whether it agrees!"

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Ling Xiao was speechless when he saw the Black Soul King suddenly appear. He could only smile bitterly to himself... This senior really knows how to cause trouble.

The Black Soul King clearly realized that his appearance was ill-timed, and nodded apologetically to Ling Xiao: "It was my recklessness that ruined your plan."

"It's alright." Ling Xiao quickly regained his composure and chuckled, "The Holy Temple has always regarded me as a thorn in their side. Whether or not there is a senior, they will not let this go. Rather than hiding it, it's better to fight openly."

The Black Soul King nodded slightly, his gaze returning to Mu Qianxue, his tone icy: "Is this young lady here for me, or for the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword?"

Mu Qianxue stood silently in the void, starlight swirling in her eyes, seemingly calculating something. The aura of the laws of space and time around her fluctuated faintly, clearly indicating that she was weighing the pros and cons.

Ling Xiao suddenly spoke, his tone carrying a hint of incitement:

"Miss Mu, haven't you always wanted to find Senior Black Soul King? Now that the person in question is right in front of you, why bother getting entangled with a junior like me? Weren't you quite imposing just now? What, are you too scared to make a move now?"

“Young Master Ling certainly knows how to stir up trouble.” Mu Qianxue glanced at him coldly, her eyes filled with complex emotions. “Senior Black Soul King was a giant of the demonic path a thousand years ago, so I naturally dare not underestimate him.”

Although she was arrogant, she was not stupid. She would need to go all out to deal with Ling Xiao on her own, and if she were to add the Black Soul King to the mix, it would be like throwing an egg against a rock.

"If the Holy Temple has any problems, please come to me." The Black Soul King was unwilling to waste any more words. He withdrew his demonic aura, his figure gradually faded away, and he returned to the sword spirit world of the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword. "I am in Lin Yuan City, waiting for you at any time."

Ling Xiao looked at Mu Qianxue and said in a calm tone, "Miss Mu, may we leave now?"

Mu Qianxue suddenly smiled, a sly glint in her eyes:
“Young Master Ling, I’m even more curious now. Why would someone as proud and arrogant as the Black Soul King be willing to stay by your side and even stand up for you? The secrets you hold are far more interesting than the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword.”

"I guess it's because I have good character," Ling Xiao replied seriously.

"Character?" Mu Qianxue's eyes flashed slightly, her tone carrying a hint of threat.

"If all the forces in the Silent Realm knew that the Black Soul King was in the Overlord Empire, right beside you, Ling Xiao, what do you think would happen? At that time, I'm afraid all the powerful figures in the Silent Realm would flock here and raze your Lin Yuan City to the ground."

Ling Xiao shrugged, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable air of authority: "It's just a matter of having more people join in the fun. But don't worry, Miss, Senior Black Soul King and I will definitely 'pay special attention' to the people from the Holy Temple... After all, you were the ones who started the trouble first."

After saying that, he ignored Mu Qianxue and his black mist surged, transforming into a stream of light that headed straight for Lin Yuan City.

Mu Qianxue stood still for a moment, a hint of unwillingness and hesitation flashing in her eyes, before finally transforming into a nine-colored ray of light and dissipating into the void.

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The moment Ling Xiao returned to Lin Yuan City, the main city of the Ba Tian Empire, the black mist around him suddenly dissipated. He stepped into the Ling Xiao Royal Palace and activated the protective array of the palace with a wave of his hand...

The cyan-gold array patterns swirled like a river of stars, completely enveloping the entire palace and preventing any prying eyes from inside or outside. Without a moment's delay, he went straight into the secluded meditation room and initiated the life-or-death barrier.

Having returned from the Snowfield Divine Palace, the insights he had accumulated in his heart were as heavy as mountains:

The true essence of the demonic path, the profound mystery of the law of ice and fire inversion, the method of fusing the soul and combat power... each of these is enough for an ordinary martial artist to study for several years. Now, they are all piled up in his sea of ​​consciousness, and he urgently needs to calm down and digest them.

During this period, the Overlord Empire was able to escape the direct harassment of the Holy Temple, which was an excellent opportunity to consolidate its foundation and break through to a higher realm.

Ling Xiao knew very well that even though he could now contend with a World Lord-level powerhouse like Mu Qianxue, it was only by relying on his trump cards and the advantage of his understanding of the laws that he could barely hold on.
Looking across the entire Realm of Annihilation, the truly ruthless characters have yet to appear, and the storm that will sweep everything away has not yet truly arrived.

In the secluded meditation room, Ling Xiao sat cross-legged, lightly touching his brow with his fingertips, instantly eliminating all distracting thoughts. His mind became as clear as crystal, allowing him to fully immerse himself in the core of the martial arts world.

He slowly raised his hand, and light flowed in his palm. The Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword appeared out of thin air. The sword was as black as ink, but the moment it touched his aura, it emitted a clear and melodious sword cry, like an old friend who had been separated for a long time responding to its master's call.

Ling Xiao closed his eyes, and the demonic energy around him slowly rose, no longer as violent and outward as before, but like warm flowing water surrounding him.

This time, he abandoned the conventional wisdom that "weapons and demonic intent are separate" and attempted to achieve a high degree of fusion between his own demonic intent and the sword.

"The sword is the bone, the will is the soul... The true essence lies in the unity of the demon and the sword."

He muttered to himself, and the two demonic energies of ice and fire suddenly surged out from his body, slowly rotating around the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword like yin and yang fish. Strands of demonic energy flowed out from the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness like trickling streams, slowly seeping into every inch of the sword's surface.

In the past, he always activated his weapon and demonic intent separately. Although the power was strong, there was always a barrier between them.
However, the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword was no ordinary item. The reason it became the Demon Lord's sword was that it could perfectly match the demonic intent of its wielder, and coexist and prosper together.

The sword trembled slightly, its ringing sound gradually shifting from clear and melodious to deep and resonant, carrying an indescribable joy. As demonic energy continued to flow into it, faint ice and fire patterns gradually appeared on the dark sword, flowing like living things.

Three days and three nights passed in the blink of an eye.

In the quiet room, Ling Xiao suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of demonic light appearing in them, deep as the starry sky.

He gently stroked the blade of the Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword, and wherever his fingertips touched, the blade suddenly burst forth with unprecedented brilliance...

It was no longer the dazzling light of a magical artifact, but the light of his will, which had been infused with his lifelong understanding of the demonic path. It was black with a hint of red, and red with ice, and its overwhelming pressure almost broke through the quiet room.