Batian Martial Soul

After suffering that devastating blow, Jiang Xiu's body seemed to have been drained of all its strength. She could no longer bear the surging pain and despair. A trickle of blood mixed with internal organ fragments involuntarily flowed from the corner of her mouth. Her face was as pale as paper, and she looked extremely embarrassed and weak.

There was a flicker of unwillingness and struggle in her eyes, which was a complaint against the unfairness of fate and a challenge to her own limits.

At this critical moment of life and death, Jiang Xiu had only one thought in her mind - she couldn't give up just like that! She gritted her teeth, endured the severe pain from her body, and used up her last bit of strength, her fingertips trembling slightly, trying to force out a stream of precious blood.

This blood essence is the quintessence of her years of practice, containing powerful strength and potential. It is the key for her to draw holy patterns and perform powerful martial arts.

However, Ling Xiao's actions were faster and more ruthless than hers. He seemed to have seen through Jiang Xiu's intentions, and a cold look flashed in his eyes. His other hand reached out like lightning and accurately grasped Jiang Xiu's slender and fragile wrist.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze and a suffocating tension filled the air.

"Crack!" A crisp and cruel sound broke the deadly silence. Ling Xiao twisted his wrist slightly, and an irresistible force instantly penetrated Jiang Xiu's wrist, and the bones made a heart-pounding sound of breaking under the huge pressure.

The pain came like a tide, instantly overwhelmed all of Jiang Xiu's senses. She couldn't help but let out a shrill scream, her voice filled with endless pain and despair.

This was not just a physical injury, but also a heavy blow to Jiang Xiu's career. Hands were so important to a warrior, especially to her who was good at drawing holy patterns.

But now, this hand has been broken, and it is still unknown whether it can be recovered in the future. But at this moment, she has lost the ability to draw the holy pattern.

Jiang Xiu's heart was filled with resentment and anger. She knew very well that once she lost the ability to draw the holy pattern, she would be no different from an ordinary warrior. All the martial arts and strength that she was once proud of would vanish into thin air. This blow was undoubtedly fatal to her.

But she also understood that she was powerless to change the situation at this moment. She could only watch Ling Xiao's cold and ruthless face and feel her life and hope slipping away from her fingertips bit by bit.

"Damn it!" Jiang Xiu's voice trembled with anger, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, with unquestionable hatred. Her eyes seemed to be burning with raging fire, which was not only anger, but also shock and unwillingness to the unknown.

She stared at Ling Xiao, trying to find a flaw in that cold face, but she only saw endless depth and determination.

"Who are you? How can you master such a profound holy pattern technique? That 'country bumpkin', how could he possibly have the ability to teach you such a heaven-defying secret technique!" Her tone was full of doubt and unwillingness, as if all this was beyond her understanding.

However, in addition to anger, Jiang Xiu's eyes also quietly revealed a hint of fear that was difficult to conceal. She knew very well that the man in front of her, Ling Xiao, was much more terrifying than any opponent she had imagined before.

His strength, his determination, and his almost paranoid protection of his father made Jiang Xiu feel an unprecedented threat.

"How dare you cut off my hand!" Jiang Xiu's voice suddenly rose, filled with hysterical despair and anger. She looked down at her twisted wrist, the severe pain from which was like a poisonous snake biting her nerves, reminding her of the humiliation and harm she had suffered.

"I want you to die! No matter what the cost, I will make you pay!" There was a flash of determination in her eyes, as if she was ready to perish together with her.

But at this moment, a crisp and cold sound cut through the air, "Snap!" Ling Xiao slapped Jiang Xiu mercilessly. The force was so great that her cheeks instantly became red and swollen, and blood flowed from the corners of her mouth.

This slap was not only a punishment for her words, but also a direct response to her inner fear and anger.

"You'd better stop insulting my father," Ling Xiao's voice was low and powerful, and every word was like a heavy hammer hitting Jiang Xiu's heart.

"Otherwise, I will let you experience firsthand how terrifying it is to live in this world. Now, I give you a choice: either you obediently help me untie my mother's bonds; or you prepare to face consequences that you cannot imagine."

Ling Xiao's words were filled with unquestionable majesty and coldness, and his eyes were as cold as ice, causing Jiang Xiu to shudder involuntarily. She realized that she had no way out at this moment and could only act according to Ling Xiao's wishes.

Otherwise, an even more terrible fate awaits her.

After Jiang Xiu spat out the saliva mixed with blood and pain, a smile unexpectedly appeared on the corner of his mouth. The smile looked particularly hideous and crazy on his pale face, as if it was a mockery of despair, or a provocation to fate.

"Hahaha, it looks like you have a really good relationship with your mother, Ling Xiao." Her laughter was a little bit sad and a little bit proud. "If I'm not willing to help you, you'll never get the method to unlock her chains from me. This power is in my hands now, and you can only watch helplessly."

There was a glint of cunning and madness in her eyes, as if she had seen Ling Xiao's face twisted with helplessness and anger.

She continued, "To unlock her heavy chains, unless I say the spell myself, even if you kill me and use soul-searching to forcibly obtain it, the spell will only be a string of meaningless characters and will be of no help to you. Haha! Why don't you try and move me again to see if the result is what you want!"

Jiang Xiu's laughter echoed in the empty space. Her tone was full of provocation and confidence, as if she was certain that Ling Xiao would not dare to act rashly against her. However, her confidence seemed so fragile in front of Ling Xiao's next move.

"Are you sure?" Ling Xiao's lips curled up in a heart-pounding sneer, which contained endless coldness and determination.

He said nothing more, and saw his hands dancing quickly, with a faint light flashing on his fingertips, as if he was weaving some ancient and mysterious pattern. As he moved, dazzling holy patterns emerged in the air, and they were as agile as living things, and finally accurately engraved on Jiang Xiu's body.

Once these holy patterns were formed, they immediately began to shine with dazzling light. They seemed to have life, moving under Jiang Xiu's skin, weaving into a complex and mysterious energy network. (End of this chapter)