Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14845 One Slash

The demon spirit snorted coldly, a hint of disdain flashing in its eyes. Its demonic energy surged as it fought back with all its might, its fists flailing and its palms whistling as it fiercely clashed with the attacks of the two.

But ultimately, two fists can't fight four hands. Faced with the combined attack of Lin Hao and Chen Sheng, two top experts, she gradually fell into a disadvantageous position, retreated step by step, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

Just as the demon spirit was about to collapse and be severely injured by the two, a calm yet powerful voice carrying a strong sword intent suddenly rang out at the entrance of the ruins: "Enough."

Before the words were finished, a sharp blade of light flashed by, moving at an extreme speed, like a meteor slicing through the darkness, instantly severing the overwhelming attack that was engulfing the demonic spirit!

The violent energy dissipated instantly. Ling Xiao stood with his sword in hand, blocking the demon spirit. His sword intent was powerful, and his aura was calm, although he still carried a trace of fatigue from cultivation.

His gaze, though sharp as a knife, remained calm as still water as he looked at Lin Hao and Chen Sheng. His tone was flat, yet carried an undeniable air of dominance:

"You two, were you looking for me?"

Lin Hao stared intently at Ling Xiao, who stood in front of the demon spirit. His eyes blazed with killing intent, and the sword energy around him grew increasingly sharp, almost solidifying. His tone was icy and chilling:

"Ling Xiao, you've finally come out. I thought you were going to hide inside and be a coward for the rest of your life."

Ling Xiao completely ignored his sarcasm and killing intent, slowly turning his gaze to the demon spirit beside him, his tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible concern, and softly asked, "Are you alright?"

"Can't die."

Demon Spirit gritted his teeth, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and coldly swept his eyes over Lin Hao and Chen Sheng, reminding them in a solemn tone.

"These two are very strong, especially Lin Hao, whose aura is unfathomable. You must be careful and not be careless."

She was secretly furious... Now she was nothing more than a monster transformed from a corpse of the past, and she had long lost her former peak strength.

If this were in the past, she could have easily killed Lin Hao and Chen Sheng with a single move. She wouldn't be in such a sorry state now, needing Ling Xiao to protect her.

Ling Xiao nodded slightly, keeping the demon spirit's reminder in mind. Then he slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on Lin Hao. His aura gradually subsided, yet it still exuded a firmness that could not be underestimated.

Just then, Xia Ming's voice slowly echoed in his mind, carrying a hint of solemnity and worry:

"Kid, watch out."

These two are Lin Hao and Chen Sheng, two of the eight divine envoys of the Silent Court, and their strength is much greater than that of Ouyang Huan.

Especially Lin Hao, whose strength surpasses Chen Sheng's. With your current abilities, defeating him is virtually impossible.

Ling Xiao remained silent for a moment, his fingertips tightening slightly, his grip on the hilt of the sword becoming even stronger, his tone calm yet resolute: "We have no choice but to fight."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward, his foot landing on the ground with a slight thud. His sword intent surged quietly around him, and the Bloodthirsty Blade trembled slightly, its black light flowing as if it too could sense its master's fighting spirit.

"Come on." Ling Xiao raised his sword, the tip pointing directly at Lin Hao. His tone was calm, yet it carried a do-or-die courage.

Seeing this, Lin Hao curled up a cold smile, his figure blurred, and he took a step forward, his sword energy surging around him.

The longsword in his hand was drawn in response, its light as white as snow, cold and sharp, carrying a world-destroying power as it slashed fiercely at Ling Xiao. The blade cut through the void, emitting a piercing buzz, as if it wanted to cut Ling Xiao in two.

Ling Xiao's eyes narrowed, and without the slightest hesitation, he swung his sword to meet the attack...

The first strike, a blood sacrifice strike!

The blade instantly turned blood red, a thick aura of blood swirling around its body, carrying a bloodthirsty frenzy and killing intent, like a venomous snake lunging straight at Lin Hao's throat, its blade sharp and swift as lightning.

Lin Hao's eyes were contemptuous. He slightly shifted his body and moved with ease, easily avoiding the fatal blow. Not even the hem of his clothes was touched by the blade.

"That's it?" He scoffed, his tone full of disdain. "I thought the disciple that the Demon Spirit had painstakingly trained could be so capable, but it turns out he's nothing special. He can't even touch a finger of mine."

Ling Xiao remained unfazed, wielding his longsword once more, the second strike following immediately... This time, he subtly integrated the nameless holy rune into the Blood Sacrifice Blade!

In an instant, the blade light intensified, and faint golden holy runes swirled around the blood-red blade. The two powers intertwined, amplifying their power.

The sword intent became increasingly refined, carrying a strange aura that intertwined holiness and bloodlust, and slashed towards Lin Hao once again.

Lin Hao raised an eyebrow slightly, the disdain in his eyes gradually fading, replaced by a hint of seriousness... He hadn't expected that Ling Xiao could combine the sacred runes with the way of the sword; this talent was indeed not to be underestimated.

He was no longer careless. With a flick of his wrist, the longsword in his hand instantly transformed into a jet-black long saber. The blade was ancient and simple, engraved with ferocious patterns, and exuded a chilling killing intent. It was his natal treasure saber, the Soul-Severing Saber.

clang……!

Swords clashed with a deafening roar that echoed throughout the entrance to the Demon Lord's Ruins. Violent energy shockwaves spread outwards, sending surrounding rocks flying and cracking the ground with deep fissures.

Ling Xiao felt a tremendous force coming from the blade, his whole body trembled violently, his blood surged, and he involuntarily took several steps back, leaving deep footprints on the ground beneath his feet before he could barely steady himself.

Lin Hao, however, remained standing still, motionless, without even waving his arm, his expression still calm.

"Not bad, some progress, but not enough." Lin Hao looked at Ling Xiao, his tone calm but carrying an air of condescending arrogance. "This little bit of strength can't hurt me."

The third cut!

Ling Xiao was not intimidated by his aura. His eyes became even sharper, and he slashed out with his long sword again. The blood-red sword light cut through the sky with a powerful momentum. But just as the sword light was about to reach Lin Hao, the sword momentum suddenly changed!

The Blood Sacrifice Blade's frenzied bloodlust instantly transformed into the unpredictable and erratic Causal Blade. The blade light left a strange arc in the air, like a leech, slashing towards Lin Hao's arm, impossible to defend against.

Lin Hao's eyes narrowed, and he was slightly startled... He hadn't expected that Ling Xiao could switch between two completely different sword styles in a single move, and switch so smoothly and naturally.

He didn't have time to think and quickly dodged to the side. His movements were extremely fast, but even so, the blade still lightly grazed his arm, leaving a shallow bloodstain. Blood seeped out instantly, staining his sleeve red.

"Oh?" Lin Hao glanced down at the wound on his arm, a keen interest flashing in his eyes, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

"Interesting. I didn't expect you could actually hurt me. Not bad at all. It seems I underestimated you."

Ling Xiao did not respond or pause in the slightest; the fourth strike followed immediately!

The Blood Sacrifice Blade's bloodthirsty ferocity and the Causal Blade's unpredictable and eerie nature were wielded alternately in his hands without any sense of awkwardness... Blood Sacrifice Blade, Causal Blade, Blood Sacrifice Blade, Causal Blade! (End of Chapter)