Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14787 The Scarlet Holy Book

Jin Junsen's eyes flashed with murderous intent as he roared, "A bunch of ignorant ants dare to block my path? Kill! Slaughter them all, leave no one alive!"

Fifteen figures pounced down simultaneously, their immense spiritual power and holy rune power intertwining to form a terrifying pressure that enveloped the entire Lin Yuan City, and a fierce battle was about to erupt.

Just then...

A calm and even voice suddenly came from the void. It was completely calm, yet it exploded in everyone's ears like a thunderclap, making their blood surge and their bodies freeze for a moment.

"Touch her, and I'll kill your entire clan."

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an overbearing aura and an undeniable killing intent, as if it came from the heavens above, crushing everything. This caused all the warriors of the Silent Extinction Court present to feel fear and subconsciously stop what they were doing.

Jin Junsen suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with fear. He looked in the direction from which the sound came and saw a tall figure slowly walking towards him on the horizon.

One step, two steps, three steps.

Despite the vast distance between them, separated by the boundless winds and clouds, with each step he took, his figure seemed to shrink a little closer, as if he had transcended the constraints of space, utterly detached from worldly concerns.

Just three steps later, the figure arrived above Lin Yuan City, standing in mid-air in front of everyone. His robes fluttered in the wind, and his aura was restrained, yet he exuded an invisible sense of oppression that made the heavens and earth freeze.

Lingxiao.

He is back.

Jin Junsen's pupils suddenly contracted, his heart pounded wildly, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head...

Although he had never seen him before, the moment he saw this face, he was absolutely certain that this person was Ling Xiao, the one whom even the Lord of the Silent Court considered a major threat and who could even scheme against and kill Elder Jiang Xingyun!

“Ling Xiao.” Jin Junsen took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the fear in his heart, his voice trembling slightly, “You’ve finally come out.”

Ling Xiao completely ignored Jin Junsen's clamor and looked past him to Ling Bi, who was sitting cross-legged in the void.

His charred and tattered clothes clung to his thin frame, his disheveled long hair clung to his blood-stained cheeks, and there was still blood at the corner of his mouth. Even his fingertips bore the marks of lightning burns...

That was the image of someone fighting to the bitter end to protect Lin Yuan City.

Ling Xiao's eyes did not surge with anger, but instead slowly sank into a coldness.

Like a frozen lake in the dead of winter, seemingly calm, yet concealing a murderous intent capable of freezing everything, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and even the wind dared not stir.

Who hurt him?

The three words, spoken softly, carried an undeniable sense of authority, each word like a heavy hammer blow to the hearts of everyone present.

The remaining martial artists behind Jin Junsen subconsciously shrank back, feeling a chill run down their spines.

"What about me?"

Jin Junsen suppressed the inexplicable fear in his heart, and sneered sharply, trying to cover up his panic with his imposing manner, "Ling Xiao, do you think that coming back will change anything? Today, you and this little girl will both die here, your souls scattered to the winds!"

Ling Xiao finally turned his head slowly, his gaze falling on Jin Junsen.

That gaze was completely calm, eerily so, as if looking at a clown or a corpse destined to decay. It sent chills down Jin Junsen's spine, and he instinctively took a half-step back.

"You?"

Three words again, light and airy, yet carrying an arrogant air of looking down on the world, instantly shattered Jin Junsen's feigned composure.

He suddenly came to his senses, feeling a mixture of shame and anger at his earlier hesitation...

He is a peak early-stage True Realm expert, with fifteen fellow disciples also at the early-stage True Realm behind him, and a red-letter sacred book personally bestowed by the Court Master. Why should he be afraid of a young Ling Xiao?!

"Attack!" Jin Junsen roared, his eyes bloodshot, his killing intent surging. "All of you, attack him! Kill him! Whoever can cut off his head will be richly rewarded!"

Fifteen figures of True Realm experts suddenly rose up, their spiritual power surging wildly, and the light of their holy runes dazzlingly bright.

Various fierce martial arts techniques and holy rune attacks advanced simultaneously, crashing towards Lingxiao like a tidal wave. The air waves surged and the power was overwhelming, enough to raze the entire Lin Yuan City to the ground.

Faced with this overwhelming attack, Ling Xiao stood still, unmoved, and his gaze did not even change. It was as if what was coming was not a joint attack from fifteen experts at the Returning to Truth Realm, but just an insignificant gust of wind.

He simply raised his hand slowly, his fingertips twitching slightly, and waved it gently.

A sword light, condensed to its extreme, suddenly swept out, so fast that it broke through the constraints of space. No one present could see the trajectory of the sword; they only felt a blur before their eyes and heard a uniform "whoosh" sound.

The next second, fifteen heads flew up, and blood rained down like a storm, staining the sky above Lin Yuan City red. The fifteen headless corpses lost their support and fell heavily to the ground with a dull thud.

Jin Junsen's pupils suddenly contracted sharply, his blood seemed to freeze instantly, and his legs felt like they were filled with lead, making him unable to move.

One sword.

Just one sword strike.

Fifteen elites at the early stage of the Returning to Truth Realm, powerful figures nurtured by the Silent Extinction Court at great expense, were beheaded with a single sword stroke before they could even touch the hem of Ling Xiao's clothes, without even a chance to resist.

He didn't even see how Ling Xiao drew his sword; the sword light was so fast it was as if it had never appeared.

"You...you..." Jin Junsen's lips trembled, his face was as pale as paper, and he couldn't even finish his sentence. His eyes were filled with extreme fear. His arrogance and killing intent from before had long since vanished, leaving only a deep-seated tremor.

Ling Xiao looked down at him, his tone flat and emotionless, as if he were giving a trivial instruction: "I'm giving you a chance. Show me your best. Don't waste my time."

Jin Junsen's heart trembled violently, and the earnest instructions of the elder of Shengyang Mountain before his departure flashed through his mind... "Do not underestimate the enemy, do not hesitate. If you encounter Ling Xiao, use the Red Letter Holy Book directly. Even if it means mutual destruction, you must suppress and kill him!"

He dared not hesitate any longer. With all his might, he flipped his hand and took out the blood-red book. The pages were ancient, and the golden words "Holy Book" on the cover were now emitting an eerie red light.

Jin Junsen frantically poured the remaining internal energy in his body into it, daring not to hold back in the slightest.

The crimson holy book instantly burst forth with an extremely dazzling blood-red light, and streaks of blood-red characters broke free from the book, hovering in mid-air. Each character contained a chilling and eerie pressure, as if bearing endless slaughter and wronged souls.

The red characters rapidly condensed in the void, eventually forming a giant "镇" (zhen, meaning "suppress") character, which descended upon Ling Xiao with a world-destroying force!

"Go to hell, Ling Xiao!" Jin Junsen roared and laughed wildly, a glint of mad hope flashing in his eyes.

"This is a sacred artifact personally bestowed by the Lord of the Court, forged from the essence and blood of countless living beings. No matter how high your cultivation level, you will be suppressed and reduced to ashes by it!" (End of Chapter)