Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14769 continues to plant seeds of trouble.

Having said that, Sheng Kushan did not linger. He put the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword into his storage ring, turned around and transformed into a streak of gray-robed light, speeding towards the horizon and disappearing from everyone's sight in an instant.

Seeing this, Long Sanhuan, Jian Miaozi and the others were unwilling, but they dared not stay any longer... Shengkushan had already taken the treasure, and there was no point in them staying any longer; on the contrary, they might bring trouble upon themselves.

The group exchanged glances, then turned and transformed into streaks of light, each departing in their own way.

Soon, only Huang Heijian and Huang Heibao's cold corpse remained in front of the Black Sword Hall's gate, the air thick with the stench of blood and a suffocating atmosphere.

Huang Heijian stood silently, his gaze fixed on Huang Heibao's corpse. After a long silence, he slowly raised his head, his gaze sharp as a sword, fixed on a certain point in the void. His tone was calm, yet carried a hint of certainty:

"Sir, now that you're here, why not come out and greet me?"

Inside the Sacred Rune Space, Ling Xiao raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes...

His holy rune concealment power had completely shielded his aura, soul, and even energy fluctuations, so much so that even a top expert like Saint Bitter Mountain could not detect it.

Unexpectedly, Huang Heijian was able to sense his presence; his strength was indeed not to be underestimated.

But he didn't move, remaining hidden in the Sacred Rune Space, his body surrounded by Sacred Runes that completely concealed his presence. He quietly observed the Yellow and Black Sword's every move, without rashly revealing himself...

He wasn't sure of Huang Heijian's intentions, nor did he want to expose himself too early.

Huang Heijian waited a moment, and seeing no response from the void, a bitter smile appeared on his face. He slowly spoke, his voice traveling through the void to Ling Xiao's ears:

"Your methods are excellent, and your concealment is superb. Today's events must be your doing, right?"

To be able to steal the Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword right under the nose of the Elder of Holy Bitter Mountain, and then, when no one was looking, to quietly put the sword back into Black Panther's storage ring and frame him—this skill is truly admirable.

He paused, his tone becoming more pleading, and continued:

"I do not know what grudge you have with my Black Sword Hall or Black Panther, nor do I wish to delve into it."

But Black Panther is dead, and the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword has fallen into the hands of the Silent Court. Your purpose has surely been achieved.

"If you still have anger, feel free to take it out on me. I only beg you to show mercy and spare the other disciples of the Black Sword Hall, and spare the entire Black Sword Hall lineage."

Within the Sacred Rune Space, Ling Xiao remained silent for a moment, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes... The forbearance and responsibility of the Yellow Black Sword had exceeded his expectations.

His plan was to weaken the various forces, allowing the Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword to fall into the hands of the Silent Extinction Court, thus triggering more conflict. Huang Heibao is already dead, and the Black Sword Hall has paid the price; there is no point in continuing the entanglement.

Thinking of this, Ling Xiao stopped and quietly activated the power of the holy runes, slowly retreating from this area. His figure merged into the void like a ghost, without making a sound or leaving any trace.

Huang Heijian stood still, waiting quietly for a long time, but still couldn't sense that hidden aura. Finally, he let out a long sigh.

A hint of weariness and helplessness flashed in his eyes. He turned and walked into the Black Sword Hall. With a casual wave of his hand, a burst of energy swept away the corpse of the Yellow Black Panther and disappeared into the mountain gate.

He knew that the person in the shadows had already left.

He also knew that he could not avenge this grudge.

It's not that we don't want to take revenge, but that we can't. The person hiding in the shadows is far too powerful, and their concealment skills are even more extraordinary. Even Saint Bitter Mountain couldn't detect them. If we rashly seek revenge, it will only bring annihilation upon the Black Sword Hall.

Right now, enduring hardship and preserving the Black Sword Hall is the only option.

Lingxiao did not go far.

He concealed himself within the Sacred Rune Space, secretly following the aura of Sacred Bitter Mountain, and left the Black Sword Hall.

Having obtained the Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword, Holy Bitter Mountain was in high spirits, his face revealing undisguised greed, yet he did not immediately return to the Court of Annihilation...

He had other plans in mind, so he found a secluded cave and prepared to examine the legendary weapon carefully by himself and explore its secrets.

Inside the cave, the light was dim, and the air was filled with a rich spiritual energy and a faint demonic aura.

Saint Bitter Mountain sat cross-legged, holding the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword in his hands. His eyes were fixed on the sword, filled with greed and fanaticism, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up slightly.

"What a sword! It's truly an incredible sword!" he murmured, his fingertips gently tracing the blood-red patterns on the blade, feeling the immense demonic energy and boundless power emanating from it.

"This sword is not only incredibly powerful, but it also contains the secrets of the Ten Thousand Demon Lord's treasure vault. If I can completely refine it and master its secrets, perhaps I won't even need to fear those old guys in the Holy Temple!"

"At that time, my Holy Bitter Mountain will become the true overlord of the outer realms!"

As he spoke, the greed in his eyes intensified, and he began to hesitate.

Is it to hand over this sword to the Silent Court in exchange for some cultivation resources and a promotion?

Or... should he secretly swallow this sword, take control of its secrets, and use it to increase his strength and break free from the shackles of the Silent Court?

Embezzled!

Once this idea takes hold, it grows wildly like weeds, becoming unstoppable.

“Those old guys from the Silent Court are all selfish and greedy.”

Mount Sangu muttered to himself, his tone tinged with dissatisfaction and resentment.

"I have served the Silent Court for so many years, risking my life and making countless contributions, but in the end, all I have gained are petty gains, and I cannot even get some core resources."

"If I were to offer this sword, at most I would only receive some cultivation resources in return. How could that compare to possessing this heaven-defying treasure and controlling the secrets of the Demon Lord's treasury?"

Caught between loyalty and reward, and ambition and opportunity, Sangushan was caught in a fierce internal struggle. His brows furrowed, his expression shifting between resolute and hesitant, unable to make a decision.

Just as Mount Sangu was torn between his conscience and his inner turmoil, unable to make a decision...

The Demon Lord Black Sky Sword in his hand suddenly trembled slightly, and a vast and ancient demonic energy quietly overflowed from the sword, flowing slowly into his body through his palm, causing him to shudder and his mind to tremble.

hum...

The sword trembled more and more violently, and a blurry black phantom slowly emerged from the scabbard, hovering in mid-air.

It was a man dressed in black robes, with a cold and stern face, deep features, and surrounded by a dense demonic aura and an aura of dominance over the world.

His dark eyes seemed to see right through people's hearts, and the air seemed to freeze wherever his gaze swept over them, exuding an arrogant and domineering aura that looked down on everything in the world.

"Little one, do you want to become the true master of this sword?"

The illusory figure spoke, its voice deep and resonant, carrying a touch of the Demon Lord's unique vicissitudes and majesty. (End of Chapter)