Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 12823 You won’t change your idol, will you?
These words pierced into Saint Bai's ears like a sharp knife, and his face turned pale instantly, as if he had been slapped in public. Ling Xiao not only won, but also openly mocked him after the victory. This murderous behavior undoubtedly made Saint Bai feel extremely angry and ashamed.

However, despite his anger, Saint Envoy Bai had no temper at all. His whole body was in pain, and the Saint Power in his body was almost exhausted. Not to mention being angry, he almost didn't even have the strength to speak.

He could only watch Ling Xiao standing on the stage, enjoying everyone's attention and admiration, while he could only lie on the ground, at the mercy of others like a loser.

"Hurry up and save the White Saint!" Seeing this, Lu Hang hurriedly ordered. He knew that although the White Saint was defeated, he was still an important figure in the Holy Hall. If something went wrong, the Holy Mark Sect would not be able to bear the consequences.

So, someone immediately rushed over and carefully carried Bai Shengshi down for treatment. Bai Shengshi knew that his miserable appearance at the moment had been seen by everyone, so he simply pretended to faint to avoid more embarrassment and humiliation.

He secretly swore in his heart that this failure would not be the end of his martial arts journey. He would redouble his efforts and make Ling Xiao pay the price one day!
"Senior, please stay." Ling Xiao's voice echoed in the ring. He put his hands behind his back, with a faint smile on his face, but he did not lose his dignity. He knew very well that this contest with the White Saint Envoy was not only a competition of strength, but also a defense of the dignity and honor of both parties.

"You have lost the bet, Senior. This is a fact that everyone has seen." Ling Xiao's tone was firm and unquestionable. He looked directly at Saint Bai, and the calmness and sharpness in his eyes seemed to be able to see through all disguises.

The White Saint Envoy was closing his eyes tightly at the moment, looking weak and powerless, as if he was running away from something. However, Ling Xiao would not give him this opportunity. He clearly remembered that in the previous Holy Mark Battle, the White Saint Envoy had wanted to kill him because he was not as skilled as the other person. Ling Xiao would naturally not show mercy to such an opponent.

Not killing the other party is already the greatest kindness he has shown you, but he still has to take back what he wants. The 30 million mid-grade spirit stones and the treasures on Saint Envoy Bai now belong to him.

When Bai Shengshi heard this, his face turned even paler. He knew in his heart that everyone had seen his miserable appearance at the moment, and if Ling Xiao humiliated him in public again, his dignity would be completely gone.

However, Ling Xiao did not intend to give up. He continued, "Your personal honor and disgrace may not be important, but if you lose the face of the Holy Hall, the consequences will probably be something you cannot bear."

These words burned Saint Bai's old and self-righteous face like a raging fire. Veins were exposed on his face, and his skin was abnormally flushed, as if telling the world about his inner embarrassment and shame.

Although he tried hard to maintain his pride and dignity, at this moment he was like a peacock stripped of its feathers, with nowhere to hide.

Saint Bai knew that if he woke up at this moment, the eyes of the crowd would pierce him like a sword, leaving him nowhere to escape. He couldn't imagine how embarrassing it would be to face the mocking or pitying eyes of the crowd after he woke up. So he chose to continue pretending to be unconscious, using this method to avoid this embarrassment.

However, he did not really give up. He secretly sent a message to a close confidant around him, asking him to go and deal with Ling Xiao on his behalf. He knew that this was the only way for him to save some face at the moment.

Ling Xiao stood on the stage, watching the subordinates of Saint Bai approaching, and he did not have too many emotional fluctuations. For him, no matter who delivered the goods, as long as he could get the 30 million middle-grade spirit stones and the so-called "treasure", it was enough.

"This is just a piece of junk, and you call it a treasure?" Ling Xiao took the so-called "treasure" from Saint Bai and couldn't help but sneer with disdain. He originally thought it would be a rare treasure, but he didn't expect it to be such a seemingly ordinary "holy pattern antique".

He carefully examined the antique in his hand, and saw that its surface was covered with traces of time. It looked shabby, but it exuded an ancient and mysterious atmosphere. As far as he knew, the holy pattern antique was a precious item handed down from ancient times, with the mark of the holy pattern remaining on it.

These holy patterns are the crystallization of the wisdom of the ancients, and contain powerful energy. As long as they are properly repaired, they can instantly activate the holy pattern formation and show amazing power.

However, Ling Xiao also knew the limitations of this ancient artifact. Due to the limited remaining energy, it would generally run out of energy after two or three uses, becoming an ordinary item. The ancient artifact in his hand could only be used twice at most. Moreover, it was sealed with a fifth-level middle-grade holy pattern formation "Wild Wind and Chaotic Blade Formation". Although the power of this formation was equivalent to the full force of a peak powerhouse in the Primordial Realm, it did not have much effect on Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao's own combat power has reached the peak of Hunyuan Realm, and even exceeds this level in some aspects.

Therefore, he was somewhat disappointed with the practicality of this ancient artifact. However, he did not give up on it completely. He understood that in a battle, sometimes a small advantage could determine victory or defeat. If he was besieged, this ancient artifact might be able to play an unexpected role and kill the enemy on a large scale.

Thinking of this, Ling Xiao put the antique into his pocket. Although he felt a little dissatisfied, it was better than nothing.

"See, I told you, this Ling Xiao is definitely extraordinary!" Hong Yue smiled triumphantly and clapped her hands lightly, as if everything was within her expectations. Her eyes were full of admiration and appreciation, as if Ling Xiao was a shining star in her heart.

Hong Yue turned her head and looked at Li Xuan, who was standing aside. She originally thought that he would feel disappointed or jealous because of Ling Xiao's outstanding performance. However, when she saw Li Xuan's eyes full of admiration, she couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Li Xuan's eyes flashed with a fiery light, as if Ling Xiao was the hero in his heart, a height he could never reach.

"Oh, you won't change your idol, will you?" Hong Yue asked in disbelief, with a hint of ridicule and helplessness in her voice. She never thought that Li Xuan would admire Ling Xiao so much, which was completely beyond her expectations.

"I have always admired strong people. Ling Xiao is so strong!" Li Xuan said excitedly, his voice full of excitement and pride. He seemed to have forgotten the loss and frustration in his heart before. Now he only had admiration and respect for Ling Xiao in his heart.