Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14449 Demon Flame

The light was dazzling, as if it would illuminate the entire world.

The Heavenly Abyss Saint Lord glanced coldly at the white light, his face expressionless and silent, as if the white light was utterly insignificant in his eyes.

The light faded, revealing a young man, around twenty years old, with a tall and straight figure like a pine tree, tightly gripping a crimson flame longsword in his hand.

The long sword gleamed with a blazing light, as if it contained endless fiery power, making it impossible to look directly at.

The Heavenly Abyss Saint Lord frowned slightly. This person was extremely unfamiliar; he had never seen such a person in his memory.

He was secretly on guard, wondering what kind of changes this young man's appearance would bring to the battle.

The young man's gaze was piercing, fixed directly on Ling Xiao, his eyes filled with scrutiny and provocation. His voice was like the clash of metal, resounding and powerful: "So you are Ling Xiao?"

His voice echoed in the air, as if carrying an unquestionable authority.

Ling Xiao's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile. His eyes conveyed a sense of composure and confidence as he asked with a smile, "And you are?"

He did not lose his composure due to the youth's provocation, but instead responded in a calm manner.

The young man did not answer, but turned to face the Holy Lord of Tianyuan, clasped his hands in a standard martial arts greeting, and said loudly, "Mo Yan of the Holy Flame Sect greets the Holy Lord of Tianyuan!"

His voice was loud and clear, echoing across the entire battlefield, making it clear to everyone present.

Holy Flame Gate!

These three words were like a bombshell exploding in the crowd.

A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the Heavenly Abyss Saint Lord, like lightning in the cold night, instantly piercing the darkness.

He scrutinized the demonic flames intently, his gaze sharp as if trying to see through them, and coldly said, "The Holy Flame Sect has overstepped its bounds without authorization. Do you know that you have violated the ironclad laws of the Annihilation Realm?"

The Silent Realm has strict rules, and each sect and force has its own sphere of activity. The Holy Flame Sect's actions are undoubtedly a blatant provocation against these rules.

Mo Yan remained calm, bowed again, and said neither humbly nor arrogantly, "This junior has come here solely for a battle, to spar with Ling Xiao, and has no other requests."

His eyes were filled with determination and perseverance, as if this battle held extraordinary significance for him.

Discuss?

The Heavenly Abyss Saint Master's lips curled up slightly, revealing a mocking smile, and he sneered, "Are you sure you can fight him?"

In his view, Ling Xiao was exceptionally strong, while Mo Yan was just an arrogant young man who didn't know his own limitations. To want to fight Ling Xiao was simply overestimating his own abilities.

Demon Flame nodded without hesitation, his eyes revealing a resolute confidence: "We will fight!"

His voice, though not loud, was full of power, as if declaring his determination to everyone.

The Heavenly Abyss Saint Master nodded slightly, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips. He thought to himself: There are quite a few young people these days who don't know what's good for them and are only looking for death.

However, since Demon Flame insisted, he might as well grant his wish, and said, "In that case, you two should settle your differences!"

Demon Flame bowed and stepped back, his movements as agile as a cheetah.

Suddenly, he turned around abruptly, and the blazing blade in his hand burst into flames. The flames rose into the sky like a red dragon, carrying a scorching aura and powerful strength, and slashed fiercely at Ling Xiao!

Wherever the blade passed, a scorching heat swept over, as if it would set the entire sky ablaze.

The void seemed to be scorched by the blazing blade, showing twisted marks as if it would be torn apart at any moment.

Ling Xiao dared not slacken in the slightest, as he was well aware of the power of Demon Flame's strike.

He stood firmly on the ground, as if he had become one with it. The mysterious ice energy surged out from the earth's veins, like a surging tide, and quickly condensed on the sword's edge.

The sword's edge instantly became chillingly cold, emitting a faint blue light.

The next moment, Ling Xiao's gaze sharpened, and he shouted loudly, swinging his sword in a horizontal slash—this slash had no complicated moves, only the force of thunder!

The sword, as swift as lightning, carrying boundless chill and immense power, met the blazing blade of the demonic flames head-on!

boom!

In an instant, the swords collided with tremendous force, like two shooting stars streaking across the night sky.

At the moment of impact, time seemed to freeze, and then an immense power erupted like a surging tide.

The two completely different attributes, flames and ice, both containing extreme power, collided violently, generating intense energy fluctuations.

This fluctuation was like an invisible storm, spreading wildly outwards from the point of impact, shaking the heavens and making them crack, as if the entire sky was about to be torn apart by this force.

The originally menacing Flame Blade in Demon Flame's hand was shattered like fragile glass by the edge of the Mystic Ice Sword under this terrifying collision.

The broken blades scattered in the air like snowflakes.

Demon Flame himself was also greatly impacted, and he was forced to retreat hundreds of feet like a kite with a broken string.

He desperately tried to adjust his body in mid-air to steady himself, but the powerful recoil still left him in a sorry state.

At the same time, Ling Xiao was also blasted back a hundred feet by this force.

He stomped heavily on the ice, and the ice beneath his feet, which was originally as hard as iron, cracked instantly, spreading outwards like a giant spider web centered on his feet.

The crisscrossing cracks seemed to be the marks of time etched beneath his feet.

The lingering power of the battle raged through the arena, and the energy that had not yet dissipated surged like a turbulent undercurrent in the air.

The Holy Lord of Tianyuan stood aside, his expression growing increasingly solemn.

He originally thought the battle would be one-sided, but he didn't expect Ling Xiao and Mo Yan to be so powerful. Even he had to take this attack seriously.

Demon Flame slowly opened his right hand, revealing a deep, bone-revealing crack in his palm, resembling an ugly centipede lying across it.

Crimson blood beads seeped continuously from the crack, dripping onto the ice surface and instantly turning the surrounding snow and ice red.

He looked down at the wound, feeling the burning, sharp pain spreading along his veins to his entire arm, even his fingertips trembling slightly.

The pain felt like countless tiny needles pricking his arm, causing him to frown involuntarily.

The recoil from that attack far exceeded his expectations.

He originally thought that with his own strength and the power of the Flaming Blade, he could compete with Ling Xiao, but he did not expect Ling Xiao's Xuanbing Sword to be so domineering.

The force of the recoil was like a surging wave, constantly impacting his body. If he hadn't managed to deflect seven-tenths of the force at the crucial moment, his hand would probably be ruined.

Thinking about this, a wave of fear washed over him. (End of Chapter)