Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14788 A Grand Gift for the Lord of the Silent Court

The blood-red character "镇" (zhen, meaning town/suppress) crashed down, completely enveloping Ling Xiao's figure.

Within the blood-red light, countless wronged souls could be faintly wailing, and the phantom of mountains of corpses and seas of blood surged.

Every wisp of blood light carried a deadly poison that corroded the soul, and every stroke was as heavy as a mountain, causing the surrounding void to tremble violently, and even the ground of Lin Yuan City began to crack.

Ling Xiao frowned slightly, his expression showing a hint of change for the first time.

This thing is actually quite interesting.

The sinister power released by those red characters was able to penetrate his physical defenses and directly erode his consciousness, attempting to tear his soul apart and obliterate it. It was more insidious than any attack he had encountered before.

"Kid, watch out."

In his mind, Xia Ming's voice sounded with a hint of solemnity.

"This is a treasure of the Silent Court, forged from the blood and essence of countless living beings. Although it is incomplete, its power is extremely strong. It is indeed a bit troublesome for you now, as you could easily damage your soul if you are not careful."

"I know," Ling Xiao replied calmly, his tone still composed, without the slightest hint of panic.

"Do you want me to help you?" Xia Ming asked... If she were to use her power, she could easily crush this red-letter holy book, but she wanted to see just how strong Ling Xiao really was now.

“No need.” Ling Xiao’s tone was firm, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes. “I have something better.”

With a thought, a thin black needle, as fine as a cow's hair, quietly appeared at his fingertips. The needle was as black as ink, with a faint, eerie demonic aura circulating within it; it was the Demon Needle.

This demonic needle contains pure destructive power, and is unpredictable. He has never had the opportunity to test its power, but today, he can use this crimson holy book to examine it properly.

The magic needle trembled slightly at the fingertip, transforming into an extreme black light, so fast it was like teleportation, shooting straight at the blood-red "镇" character floating in mid-air!

The black light and the blood-red light collided instantly.

There was no earth-shattering roar as expected, no violent shockwave, only a slight "hiss" sound, like a sharp blade piercing thin paper, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

The seemingly indestructible, blood-red character "镇" (zhen, meaning "to suppress"), capable of killing even a peak-level cultivator in the Returning to Truth Realm, was actually pierced through by that tiny demonic needle! An eerie blood-red light surged out of the hole like a tide and quickly dissipated.

Immediately afterwards, the magic needle continued its momentum, transforming into a streak of black light that pierced directly into the body of the crimson holy book!

"Do not……!"

Jin Junsen let out a desperate roar, and was horrified to find that the scarlet holy book he had regarded as his lifeline had begun to tremble violently and emit a mournful cry like that of a dying creature.

The blood-red characters on the pages began to crumble one by one, turning into a sky full of blood-red light, which was continuously devoured by the demonic needles!

In just three breaths, the crimson light on the sacred book completely dimmed, the ancient pages turned yellow and withered, and there was no longer any pressure from it, just like an ordinary waste book.

The demonic needle flew out from the crimson holy book and hovered in front of Ling Xiao. A faint blood color flowed on the tip of the needle, and its aura was more condensed and eerie than before.

Ling Xiao raised his hand, and the magic needle landed steadily in his palm. He looked down at the magic needle in his palm, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes. Then he looked up at the red holy book that had lost its luster and said indifferently, "Come here."

As soon as he finished speaking, the crimson holy book, which had long lost its spiritual power, trembled slightly, as if drawn by an invisible force, and obediently flew to him, hovering in mid-air without any intention of resistance...

The evil power within it was devoured by the demonic needles and had long been completely suppressed by Lingxiao's aura.

Jin Junsen's eyes widened, his mouth gaped open as if he could fit a fist, and he trembled like a leaf as if he had seen a ghost.

Has the Scarlet Script been subdued?

That was a supreme treasure personally refined by the Lord of the Silent Court, a sinister sacred object capable of suppressing even a peak True Return Realm cultivator. How could it be broken by Ling Xiao with a mere black needle, and then easily subdued by him? This is simply a fantasy!

"No, it's impossible," he muttered to himself, his eyes unfocused, utterly despairing. "How could you possibly be so strong?"

Ling Xiao didn't answer him, nor did he waste any more words. He simply raised his hand slowly, and a flash of sword light disappeared.

Jin Junsen's head flew off with a thud, his face frozen in terror and despair, blood gushing out and staining the air in front of him red.

Ling Xiao casually picked up the storage ring that Jin Junsen had left behind, then raised his hand and sucked in Jin Junsen's head, which still had a look of fear on it.

His gaze swept towards the direction where the Realm of Annihilation and the Realm of Chaos met, and he spoke softly, his voice piercing through the void, seemingly reaching the very depths of the Court of Annihilation:

"Send this head back to the Court of Annihilation. And tell your Lord of the Court..."

A playful smile curled at the corner of his lips, his tone full of sarcasm and provocation: "Thank you for the generous gift."

One day later, outside the gate of the Silent Court.

Jin Junsen's head hung high above the gate tower, its face contorted in a grotesque, lifelike expression. Below it, written in blood, were a line of glaring characters, clearly visible: "Thank you for the gift, Lord Xie… Lingxiao."

The martial artists passing by were all terrified by this scene, and they all stopped to watch and discuss it amongst themselves...

The Silent Extinction Court sent sixteen experts at the Returning to Truth Realm to the mortal realm to hunt down Ling Xiao, but in the end, their leader's head was hung at the mountain gate. This was the greatest disgrace since the establishment of the Silent Extinction Court!

When the news reached the study of the Silent Court, the Master of the Silent Court was holding a teacup, slowly sipping his tea, his expression calm, as if he had already foreseen everything.

After hearing his disciple's report, his hand holding the teacup paused slightly, and the spiritual energy at his fingertips subconsciously tightened, causing a tiny crack to appear in the teacup.

A moment later, he slowly placed the teacup on the table. Instead of getting angry, he chuckled softly. His laughter was low and cold, sending chills down one's spine, and the air pressure around him instantly dropped to freezing point.

"interesting."

Two words, yet they contained boundless killing intent and resentment...

He hadn't expected that Ling Xiao's strength had reached such a level. Not only had he killed sixteen experts at the Returning to Truth Realm, but he had also subdued the Red Letter Holy Book and even dared to openly challenge his authority.

He made a note of this debt.

The Overlord Empire, Lin Yuan City.

When Ling Xiao returned to Lin Yuan City after dealing with the remaining forces of the Silent Court, Ling Bi had already woken up.

She sat cross-legged by the railing of the city tower, sunlight shining on her pale face, dispelling some of the weariness and bloodlust. As she saw Ling Xiao approaching step by step, a faint smile slowly appeared on her lips, her eyes filled with relief and clarity.

"came back?"

Her voice was soft, with a slight hoarseness from just waking up, yet it was exceptionally warm.

"Hmm." Ling Xiao sat down beside her, his gaze falling on her face as he carefully examined her complexion. His tone carried a barely perceptible concern. "How are you feeling? Are your injuries serious? Has your strength stabilized?"

"Very good." Ling Bi nodded gently, brushed a stray hair from her forehead, and said softly, "I've broken through, and I've also completely confirmed one thing." (End of Chapter)