Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 15069 It's all gone.

The Flood Demon had already attacked, its black spear thrusting towards Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao showed no weakness, unleashing unprecedented terrifying power from the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword in his hand. Apart from the Overlord Martial Soul, he used almost everything he could.

The power of this sword strike is beyond imagination!

Hong Mo seemed to sense the immense threat posed by the sword strike, and his expression instantly turned one of utter astonishment.

But it was too late to dodge now. His face hardened, and he charged forward with all his might, thrusting his spear forward.

The Flood Demon had no choice but to charge forward relentlessly, unless he wanted to die.

boom!

The black spear clashed violently with the Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword.

But it only lasted for a moment.

The black spear in Hongmo's hand instantly turned to dust; it was simply unable to withstand the terrifying power brought by the Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword.

puff!

The sword struck Hong Mo in the chest in an instant.

Hongmo's black armor was utterly insignificant before the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, and was sliced ​​open as easily as laughable tofu.

A horrific wound appeared on Hong Mo's chest, from which a large amount of blood gushed out.

The amount of bleeding was terrifying to anyone who saw it; it was like a fountain.

Hong Mo dared not continue and used all his strength to fly backward, escaping Ling Xiao's attack range.

At this point, he was extremely weak.

The horrific wound on his chest bled continuously, and the black aura was corroding him.

"My disciple!"

The old man in black robes hurriedly came to Hong Mo's side. Looking at Hong Mo's shocking wounds, the old man stared intently at Ling Xiao, his eyes filled with killing intent.

But his view was quickly blocked by Little Pink.

Little Pink stood there, her eyes indifferent.

The old man in black gritted his teeth, feeling utterly helpless. Little Pink, in her human form, was too strong; he was no match for her at all. Even if he wanted to kill Ling Xiao, this was definitely not the time.

Ling Xiao said sarcastically, "What's wrong, old man? Hong Mo said he wanted to fight me one-on-one, and now that he's lost, you're not happy?"

Hong Mo looked weakly at Ling Xiao: "A bet is a bet. I lost today, but I didn't lose to you. I lost to the sword in your hand. That sword belongs to the Demon Lord, and I will get it back sooner or later!"

He was certainly not afraid of Ling Xiao, because in his view, the reason why Ling Xiao was able to hurt him was because of the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword, not Ling Xiao's own power.

"Those who lose always make excuses!"

Ling Xiao said disdainfully.

"Hmph, you'll understand sooner or later! Let's go!"

Hongmo stopped arguing; after all, a loss was a loss, and anything he said would just sound like making excuses.

There's no need to continue fighting now. With him injured, their fighting strength has been greatly weakened, and they don't have much of a chance of winning.

The nine-headed lion came over, put the Flood Demon on its back, and then soared into the sky.

The old man in black robes glared at Ling Xiao again: "I'll let you go this time, but you wait, I'll kill you sooner or later."

After saying that, he rode away on his three-headed demon wolf.

As soon as these people left, Ling Xiao collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Hong Mo was right when he said that he was able to win mainly because of the power of the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword.

Without the terrifying amplification from the Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword, even if he exerted all his strength, he wouldn't have been able to injure Hong Mo so severely, or even at all.

Neither the black longsword nor the black armor were ordinary items.

Only a demonic sword of the level of the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword could possibly shatter it.

"Take me back to heal my wounds!"

Ling Xiao glanced at Xiao Fen and said.

Xiao Fen nodded, sheathed her longsword, and came over to pick up Ling Xiao.

Although Ling Xiao is very tall, Xiao Fen can lift him up without any difficulty.

"Can you not hold me like this? This is called a princess carry, you can try a different position!"

Ling Xiao smiled bitterly.

But Little Pink couldn't understand.

"Alright, stop being so dramatic. A little girl is hugging you, and you're complaining about this and that. Go back and heal your wounds."

Xia Ming scolded Ling Xiao without any curiosity.

Ling Xiao smiled awkwardly, letting Xiao Fen carry him to the cabin, and then quickly took out spirit fruits and pills from his storage ring and ate them.

He wasn't injured, but he was extremely exhausted. That attack had drained him completely in an instant.

Little Pink squatted beside him, quietly watching him eat, her eyes filled with tension and worry. She, who usually loved to eat, didn't even think about snatching a spirit fruit to eat at this moment.

"You won't die, will you?"

Little Pink suddenly asked.

Ling Xiao smiled wryly: "I'm just tired, I won't die, I'm very resilient!"

"That's good!"

Xiao Fen visibly breathed a sigh of relief. Although she didn't understand many things, she genuinely cared about people.

Before Ling Xiao could thank Xiao Fen for her concern, he heard Xia Ming's nagging.

"Won't die? What do you mean you won't die? Let me tell you, overwork can kill people, and quite a few people die that way! With your power, you actually forced the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword to unleash its power. Aren't you afraid it will drain you dry? Then no one will be able to save you. I really don't know why you're trying to be so brave!"

Xia Ming's voice was filled with dissatisfaction, yet also with heartache.

"Okay, Sister Xia Ming, I know you're worried about me, but I'm doing just fine now, aren't I?"

Ling Xiao smiled bitterly.

"Alive and well? Hmm, that's true this time, but you need to understand that if you continue to act so recklessly, you might end up being completely destroyed. You could have asked us to help you, but your pride is just too strong. There's no need for that at all. When you need our help, don't refuse. Otherwise, what's the point of us being here?"

Xia Ming muttered a few more words.

"Sister Xia Ming, it's not that I was reckless. If I hadn't done that, Hong Mo and the others definitely wouldn't have let me and Xiao Fen go. The consequences would have been even worse. Even if Sister Qiu Yi and Sister Dong Xue helped, they might not have been able to defeat so many demonic cultivators and strange beasts."

Ling Xiao naturally had his own ideas. His one intimidation was enough to scare the enemy away, or at the very least, severely injure Hong Mo. Even if the enemy didn't leave, the battle would become much easier.

This is equivalent to exchanging your inferior horse for the opponent's superior horse.

“I know, I know everything, but you’re pushing yourself too hard. The sword spirit of the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword hasn’t fully regained its intelligence and has almost no mastery. By doing this, you’re essentially draining your own divine power and soul power to fill this hole. We were really lucky this time that those people were scared away, but next time, we might not be so lucky. Listen to me, when you encounter something like this, if you can’t beat them, just run away. It’s not shameful.”

Xia Ming said helplessly.

"I understand, Sister Xia Ming. Next time, I will definitely run away if I can't beat them, and I won't be stupid enough to fight them head-on again."

He knew very well that Xia Ming was doing it for his own good, so he wouldn't blame Xia Ming for nagging incessantly. (End of Chapter)