Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14714 How about we just do it this way!

boom!

The violent force exploded instantly, and the purple-robed elder's arms were instantly shattered, leaving him a bloody mess. He was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the ruins of the palace. His bones were broken, and he was too weak to get up again.

This sudden reversal left all the powerful figures from the Sword Star Sanctuary completely stunned, frozen in place, their faces filled with bewilderment and disbelief.

what is happening? !

They used up all the resources of their sect and risked their lives to unseal their ultimate trump card, but instead of protecting the sect, they attacked and severely injured their own people.

The purple-robed elder coughed up blood, both shocked and furious. Even with both arms shattered, he stood tall and demanded sharply, "Your Excellency! We opened the ancient coffin and invited you to emerge. Shouldn't you have protected the Sword Star Sanctuary and slain this fiend?!"

Extreme anger and frustration filled my chest.

First, the spirit of the sect's treasured ancient mirror turned against them, and now the foundation of the first generation has also turned against them, leaving all the disciples of the Holy Hall in utter confusion and despair.

Jiang Liuyun glanced at him, his tone irritated yet revealing barely concealed fear, and roared, "What do you know! If you kill him today, I'll die with you!"

The old man in purple robes frowned, his face full of confusion: "What exactly do you mean by that, sir?!"

Jiang Liuyun felt extremely aggrieved.

How could he not want to kill Ling Xiao and protect the sect he founded?

But his fear of the Dark Gold Mirror was already etched into his soul... Back then, he was easily sealed by the owner of the Dark Gold Mirror, without even the slightest power to resist, and the shadow of eternal imprisonment has not yet dissipated.

Even now, he still dares not disobey in the slightest. Even if the Sword Star Sanctuary is destroyed, he would not dare to gamble with his own life.

Protect yourself, or protect your sect? The answer is self-evident.

The members of the Sword Star Sanctuary in the arena were completely bewildered, their worldviews shattered.

They mobilized all the resources of their sects, yet neither helped Ling Xiao nor protected the Holy Hall, displaying a completely indifferent and detached attitude.

At this moment, a young sword cultivator, suppressing his anger, stepped forward and shouted sharply:

"Please look carefully, Your Excellency! It was this boy who broke into my sect, slaughtered my fellow disciples, and ravaged my sacred land. It was not my Sword Star Holy Hall that provoked us! How can you sit idly by?"

Jiang Liuyun waved his hand impatiently, looking annoyed.

"What do I care! I don't care at all how you made your grudges or how you fought! I'm just annoyed that you unsealed me, but why drag me into this mess and release this evil spirit along with you!"

The swordsman's face turned ashen, and he gritted his teeth as he pressed, "Sir! Whom exactly are you helping?!"

Jiang Liuyun's face darkened, and he stomped his right foot on the ground!

boom!

An invisible, deathly power suddenly spread out, and the sword cultivator didn't even have a chance to react. His physical body exploded on the spot, and his soul was completely crushed before it could escape, leaving not even a trace behind.

Upon witnessing this bloody scene, the expressions of all the martial artists present changed drastically, and they fell silent, no one daring to utter another word.

Jiang Liuyun coldly surveyed the entire scene, his voice carrying an oppressive aura that resounded throughout the area: "Enough! No matter what caused this matter, let it end here today. Give me some face and stop here!"

The purple-robed elder laughed in fury, his voice icy and chilling: "Give you face? Who exactly are you, and why should we put aside our blood feud and allow ourselves to be slaughtered?!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Liuyun's face instantly turned ashen, and a deathly aura surged from his body as he shouted sharply:

"You bunch of junior scum, can't you even recognize the first Holy Master of the Sword Star Sanctuary?! Look up and see the statue of the founding ancestor on the main peak. Doesn't it look exactly like me?!"

The purple-robed elder and the others trembled, staring blankly at the main peak statue, then at the black-robed man before them, and froze on the spot...

Jiang Liuyun!

This name is engraved in the deepest part of the sect's records; it is the name of the first Holy Lord who single-handedly established the eternal foundation of the Sword Star Holy Hall!

An elder, suppressing his shock, asked in a deep voice, "Since you are the founding patriarch of our sect, why do you not help the sect but instead protect our enemies?!"

Jiang Liuyun glared at his dull-witted juniors and angrily cursed, "What the hell... a bunch of idiots! Can't they see the current situation? I've always been fair and impartial, and I'll help those in the right, not my own people, is that not allowed?!"

How could he not want to protect the sect he created? But once he took action, he would be making an enemy of the Dark Gold Mirror, and he had no confidence to resist. He could only stand by against his will.

The crowd looked at each other, speechless for a moment, filled with frustration and despair.

The old man in purple robes spoke in a hoarse voice, filled with grief and indignation: "But he wants to slaughter everyone and destroy my Sword Star Holy Hall!"

Jiang Liuyun shrugged, his tone cold and helpless: "Then you can let him kill you as he pleases, it's none of my business."

Upon hearing this, the purple-robed elder trembled with rage, a mouthful of blood welled up in his throat, and he nearly vomited on the spot.

They poured out the essence of their sect and awakened their founding patriarch, only to receive this one sentence in return!

What kind of being did they just summon? It's an absolute irony.

Just as everyone was sinking into utter despair, Ling Xiao, standing beside Jiang Liuyun, had his eyes once again completely saturated with crimson. He turned and stared intently at the purple-robed elder and the remaining Holy Hall experts. The next second, his figure transformed into a streak of crimson sword light and shot out!

The purple-robed elder's expression changed drastically. He dared not take Ling Xiao's deadly sword head-on and immediately retreated frantically. However, Ling Xiao did not pursue him but turned and pounced on the other Holy Hall disciples who were scattering and fleeing.

In an instant, screams of agony echoed once more throughout the sacred land, blood splattered, and corpses littered the ground.

These remaining powerful warriors, already terrified by Ling Xiao's attacks, were now utterly powerless to resist. Under the Xuan Snake Poison Heaven Sword, they were easily slaughtered like weeds.

Jiang Liuyun blinked, watching Ling Xiao's relentless slaughter. After a moment's hesitation, he finally spoke cautiously, "Young brother, you've been fighting for so long, you must be tired, right? Why don't you... just stop here?"

Ling Xiao ignored him, wielding his demonic sword and continuing his slaughter. His crimson eyes were filled with endless hatred and killing intent, devoid of any other thoughts.

Seeing this, Jiang Liuyun awkwardly shut his mouth and muttered softly, "Alright... as long as you're not tired, little brother, you can continue, you can continue..."

What could he possibly do?

He thought that by breaking out of the coffin, he could seize a heaven-defying opportunity and dominate the Silent Realm. In the end, he could only watch helplessly as the Sword Star Holy Hall, which he had created with his own hands, was massacred.

The frustration and depression I felt had nowhere to go, so I could only let out a silent sigh.

In the distance, Lingxiao's slaughter continued.

The remaining powerful warriors of the Sword Star Sanctuary fought back with all their might, but their longswords and condensed sword energy either were swallowed up by blood flames or left only fleeting shallow marks on Ling Xiao, unable to cause even the slightest real damage.

Even the ancient killing formations passed down through countless ages by sects are like paper before the devouring power of the Devouring Heaven Demon Art. Their power is constantly eroded and dissipated, utterly unable to harm him in the slightest! (End of Chapter)