Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 12845 Slap to death
"You're looking for death!" He roared, and his voice exploded in the void like thunder. Before he finished speaking, a sword shining with silver light appeared in his hand. The sword had a slender blade and a sharp tip, emitting a cold light, as if it could cut through everything.

He gripped the sword tightly, with the tip pointing directly at Ling Xiao, and it was obvious that he was ready to take action.

When the sword came into view, Ling Xiao's pupils shrank slightly. The sword was shining brightly, emitting a faint golden glow, and it was obvious at a glance that it was not an ordinary item.

He was stunned. He didn't expect that the disciple of the Holy Hall actually held such a treasure in his hand - a top-grade human weapon! This kind of weapon is extremely rare in the entire cultivation world, and its power is enough to be compared with the bloodthirsty sword spirit in his hand.

Ling Xiao couldn't help but sigh in his heart. The Southern Domain Holy Hall was indeed profound and could produce such a precious weapon. This was not only a symbol of wealth, but also a manifestation of strength.

As for the disciple of the Holy Hall, holding a top-grade human weapon, there was a fierce light flashing in his eyes, and he was obviously hostile to Ling Xiao and others.

As soon as he moved, he turned into a shadow and rushed towards Ling Xiao and the others. As he swung the sword in his hand, lightning and thunder wrapped around the sword, making a deafening roar, as if to tear everything apart.

However, facing this thunderous blow, Ling Xiao just looked at it indifferently without any action. He seemed not to take this sword seriously, or he had absolute confidence that he could deal with this attack.

At this moment, a figure suddenly rushed out from behind Ling Xiao, as fast as lightning. That person was Meng Haoqing, who was burly and imposing, and it was obvious that he was a warrior of extraordinary strength. He rushed towards the disciple of the Holy Hall without hesitation, and slapped him with one palm, directly hitting him.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, the Saint Hall disciple was slapped away by Meng Haoqing and hit hard on the rock beside him. He spurted out a mouthful of blood, obviously he was seriously injured.

"Who dares to hurt my brother!"

This roar, like thunder, exploded in the air, shaking the hearts of everyone present. The one who made the move was none other than Meng Haoqing, the man who usually seemed dull, spoke incoherently, and even a little honest. At this moment, his eyes were flashing with blazing anger, as if he wanted to devour everything around him.

Although Meng Haoqing's IQ has not yet fully recovered, his brotherly love for Ling Xiao has become deeper and deeper. The relationship between them has long surpassed the boundaries of simple companions or comrades-in-arms, and has been sublimated to a family-like relationship. To him, Ling Xiao is not only a lifesaver, but also a brother who is worthy of trust and reliance.

Thinking back to the past, Meng Haoqing was filled with gratitude. It was Ling Xiao who rescued him from that dark, desperate nightmare world.

In that world, he was almost made into a monster, a machine that only knew how to kill. That kind of life was worse than death for him. But now, he can stand in the sun again and feel the beauty of this world, all because of Ling Xiao.

Therefore, when he saw someone trying to hurt Ling Xiao, the anger in Meng Haoqing's heart was instantly ignited. He rushed out without hesitation and used his own strength to protect Ling Xiao. To him, Ling Xiao was not only a brother, but also the most important person in the world.

He is willing to give everything for Ling Xiao, even his own life.

At this moment, Meng Haoqing seemed to have turned into a ferocious beast, unstoppable. Each of his attacks was full of strength and determination, which made people feel terrified. But he didn't care about these, he only knew that he had to protect his brother and not let him get hurt.

Meng Haoqing, his cultivation has reached the first level of Wuhun Realm, and he can be called a true master.

His talent and aptitude are far beyond that of ordinary people. Even compared with the disciple from the Southern Region Holy Hall, he is several times stronger.

What is more worth mentioning is that Meng Haoqing is not only extremely talented, but also diligent and hardworking in his practice, which has enabled him to reach a level that is beyond the reach of others.

Although that Saint Hall disciple was considered a top figure in the Southern Region Saint Hall, he seemed so vulnerable in front of Meng Haoqing. The top-grade human weapon in his hand was incredibly powerful, but under Meng Haoqing's seemingly casual slap, it was as fragile as paper.

The disciple of the Holy Temple didn't even have time to react before he was slapped away by Meng Haoqing. He hit the rock hard and died on the spot.

The strength of Meng Haoqing shocked everyone present. But this also made Ling Xiao a little helpless, because Meng Haoqing's only shortcoming - not knowing how to use moderate force - often gave Ling Xiao a headache.

Ling Xiao knew that although Meng Haoqing was brave, if he was allowed to fight with others, it would be troublesome if someone died. Therefore, Ling Xiao always carefully controlled Meng Haoqing and did not let him easily conflict with others.

However, this time, Ling Xiao did not blame Meng Haoqing. He looked at the corpse of the Saint Hall disciple and sneered unabashedly: "The waste of the Saint Hall is really useless. He is so arrogant and conceited, but he doesn't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is. He even dared to provoke my brothers. Now he has ended up like this, and it is his own fault."

Ling Xiao's tone was full of disdain and ridicule, and it was clear that he had no sympathy or mercy for the disciple of the Holy Temple.

"How dare you be so arrogant!"

With this angry shout, more disciples of the Holy Temple were enraged. They thought highly of themselves, and no one dared to disrespect the Holy Temple when it acted outside. Today, they encountered these ignorant people who not only ignored their orders, but also dared to kill their fellow disciples. This was a great provocation to the dignity of their Holy Temple.

In anger, these disciples of the Holy Temple drew their weapons one after another, and pounced on Meng Haoqing like a group of hungry tigers. Their eyes flashed with fierce light, as if they wanted to cut Meng Haoqing into pieces.

However, just when they were about to succeed, an invisible force suddenly erupted and knocked them down instantly. These disciples of the Holy Temple fell to the ground almost at the same time and died suddenly. There was still fear and unwillingness on their faces, and they obviously did not expect that they would die so easily.

The one who made the move was Weiwei, who was hiding in the crowd. Although she was petite, her strength should not be underestimated. Her evil spirit had already been quietly released, silently sneaking into the bodies of those disciples of the Holy Temple.

Under Weiwei's control, the evil spirit instantly burst out with powerful force, killing these Hunyuan realm warriors one by one.

But it was normal, after all, Weiwei and Meng Haoqing were both masters of the first level of the Wuhun Realm, and their strength had reached an extremely high level. For warriors in the Hunyuan Realm, the gap in strength between them was like a chasm.