Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14593 A Giant of the Breaking Realm

The path of cultivation is long and uncertain, but at this moment, Lingxiao can already see the unreachable mountain peak.

His physical body has now reached the peak of the Emperor Realm, and his demonic cultivation has reached the pinnacle of the Heart Demon Realm.

If he doesn't use his trump cards, he can hold his own against an Emperor Realm expert with his own strength. If he uses the Annihilation Emperor Banner or unleashes a killing move like the Nine Kills of the Demon Sword, he is confident that he can kill even a top expert in the Breaking Realm!

only……

Ling Xiao's lips curled into a bitter smile.

Before he had even reached the summit, the sanctuary had already sent "watchers" to descend.

The woman Chi Ling's strength is unfathomable; even if he uses all his means, he will find it difficult to contend with her.

This world seems to never give him a chance to breathe.

"Can't you just let me be truly invincible just once?"

He muttered to himself, then shook his head, banishing all these distracting thoughts.

Since we are destined to go against the wind, let's proceed step by step and carve out our own path to success!

Just then, Lu Fan's figure quietly appeared on the mountaintop, bowing respectfully.

"Master, everything is ready, and we are waiting for you to take the stage."

"How many people came?"

Ling Xiao asked, his tone calm and unwavering.

Lu Fan gazed into the depths of the starry sky, his eyes filled with a hint of solemnity.

“There are many, and each one is unfathomable, with strength far exceeding our initial estimates.”

Upon hearing this, Ling Xiao showed no fear whatsoever; instead, he burst into laughter, his heroic spirit soaring to the heavens.

"Then let's go and meet these giants of the Silent Realm! Let's see what they're really capable of!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a thick cloud of black mist rose from beneath his feet, enveloping him and Lu Fan, and soared into the void.

……

High above the heavens, at the site of the Silent Sanctuary ruins, stands a magnificent floating palace.

This was forged by Lu Fan using supreme secret techniques over three days and three nights. It is far from the original body of the Nirvana Realm and floats in the endless void. Even if the sky collapses and the earth cracks, it will not affect the living beings below.

The interior of the main hall was vast and empty, with only a ten-zhang-high platform standing in the center. The platform was made of rare star stones, which shimmered with faint starlight and contained the power of heaven and earth.

Ling Xiao flashed and landed steadily on the high platform, his gaze sharp as a sword as he surveyed his surroundings.

Surrounding the high platform are dozens of suspended private rooms, all concealed by top-tier illusion arrays. At this moment, they appear to be empty, yet a powerful aura lurks within.

"No one showed up?"

Ling Xiao raised an eyebrow, his tone tinged with amusement.

Lu Fan responded softly from the side.

“Master, they are all waiting for you to reveal your true trump card to confirm the authenticity of the Demon Lord’s sword.”

Ling Xiao smiled knowingly, and with a slight flip of his palm, a long sword made entirely of black material suddenly appeared.

On the blade, countless mysterious runes flickered, faintly carrying the sounds of the Great Dao, radiating a terrifying demonic and imperial might—it was none other than the Demon Lord's sword that stirred up the winds and clouds!

Almost the instant the sword appeared, a figure in red appeared in the hall like a ghost. Her figure was alluring and her face was peerless. It was Chi Ling, the "watcher" of the Holy Temple.

Chi Ling clapped her hands and chuckled softly, her voice charming yet carrying a chilling edge.

"Young friend Lingxiao, where should I sit at such a grand gathering?"

Ling Xiao gazed at her calmly, then raised his hand and pointed to the private room with the best view directly in front of him.

“Miss Chiling is of noble status and naturally deserves this position.”

"The location is excellent."

Chi Ling's eyes sparkled with allure, yet a chilling killing intent lurked beneath.

"I hope that today's life-or-death battle will not disappoint me."

"I will certainly not disappoint you, young lady."

Ling Xiao's smile remained unchanged, but his tone carried an undeniable confidence.

Chi Ling gave him a deep look, then turned and stepped into the private room. The gauze curtain slowly fell, completely concealing her presence.

Immediately afterwards, an old man in black robes walked into the hall with steady steps. His steps seemed slow, but each step was on a void node. His aura was as heavy as a mountain, and his eyes were like lightning, scanning the entire scene.

"I, an old man, admire the distant mountains and have come uninvited."

The old man's voice was as loud and clear as a bell, resounding throughout the entire hall.

"I have come here solely for the Demon Lord's sword and the key to break through the Realm of Annihilation!"

Ling Xiao clasped his hands slightly, his expression calm.

"Your integrity is admirable. I am truly giving away this treasure in this auction, and there is absolutely no falsehood in my words."

Mu Yuanshan scrutinized him for a moment, and seeing his calm demeanor and lack of fear, a hint of approval flashed in his eyes. He nodded and asked.

"Is there a place for me?"

Ling Xiao looked up at a void on his right, as if consulting some kind of being, and after a moment smiled and nodded.

"Please enter the top-tier private room on the right, senior."

"good."

Mu Yuanshan spoke succinctly, and in a flash, he appeared in the private room on the right, instantly concealing his aura.

After Mu Yuanshan disappeared, a hearty laugh echoed, causing the void to tremble slightly.

A middle-aged man in white robes and with white hair arrived stepping on light, surrounded by an ethereal aura. His brows exuded a heroic spirit, and he possessed an aura of dominance over the world.

"Breaking Boundary Mountain, Iron String."

He looked Ling Xiao up and down, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

"The number one young talent in the Silent Realm, seeing him today, truly lives up to his reputation."

"Senior has given you too much praise."

Ling Xiao responded modestly, his expression remaining calm.

Tie Xuan shook his head and chuckled.

"It seems that my old bones will eventually be washed ashore by you young people."

He glanced at the private rooms on either side, his tone carrying a hint of confidence.

"My strength is about the same as theirs, so I should have a place here, right?"

"Please come to the private room on the left, senior."

Ling Xiao raised his hand in greeting.

Tie Xuan turned to leave, but suddenly stopped and looked back at Ling Xiao with sharp eyes.

"Are you really willing to hand over such a priceless treasure as the Demon Lord's sword to someone else?"

Ling Xiao's smile remained unchanged, and his tone was clear and insightful.

"No matter how good the treasure is, it's not as good as good fortune. Keeping treasures without the strength to protect them can be a disaster."

"Transparent!"

Tie Xuan laughed loudly, his appreciation for Ling Xiao growing even stronger, before turning and stepping into the private room on the left.

Subsequently, experts at the Breakthrough Realm entered in droves, like a swarm of locusts crossing a river.

Some were clad in star-studded armor, their auras as intense as the blazing sun, their steps shattering the void and bringing forth a shower of light; others wore ancient Taoist robes, their bodies shrouded in the dust of time, each step seemingly treading on a point in time; still others were mysterious beings hidden in the black mist, whose mere wisp of aura caused the temperature inside the hall to plummet, even causing tiny cracks to appear in the void.

Even the one with the lowest aura was a genuine Breaking Realm cultivator. In less than half an incense stick's time, more than fifty giants had gathered in the hall, and powerful figures were still tearing through the dome to come in, their oppressive aura layer upon layer, almost crushing the floating hall.

A familiar figure came into view, instantly attracting half of the attention.

Lin Muying, the Lord of Jueling City, was dressed in a shimmering purple robe. As her skirt swept across the void, it created faint ripples of spiritual energy. She stood smiling at the palace gate, her charming eyes concealing a hint of sharpness.

"Young man, I apologize for the intrusion, but I hope you don't find it offensive."

"It is a great honor for this junior to have Lord Lin here."

Ling Xiao smiled and cupped his hands in greeting, his expression calm and composed. (End of Chapter)