Batian Martial Soul

As energy continued to gather and flow, Jiang Xiu's body began to undergo subtle changes. A terrifying force quietly awakened in her body and quickly spread to her limbs and bones.

The smile on her face gradually froze, replaced by a complex expression of disbelief and horror. She seemed to feel the terrible fate that was about to befall her.

"You just said something that really touched my heart. The path of martial arts is broad, but it is not the only one. You are so confident that you can control others with the Holy Marks, but have you ever imagined that everything in this world has two sides. Holy Marks can be used by you, but they can also become a weapon in the hands of others that kills you? If you don't want to be honest, then I will let you experience it yourself and see how heavy the price behind it is."

Ling Xiao's voice was calm and cold, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Jiang Xiu's heart.

Jiang Xiu's face suddenly changed when he heard this. Just as he was about to open his mouth to refute, an indescribable feeling of terror suddenly swept over his body.

It felt like thousands of tiny ants, no, to be more precise, countless sharp needles, frantically gnawing and piercing every inch of her skin and every cell.

Pain, unprecedented pain, surged over her like a tide, drowning her in endless darkness and despair.

She screamed and struggled, but all her efforts seemed so pale and powerless. The holy pattern seemed to have merged with her, becoming a part of her body, and was wantonly releasing its terrifying power.

Sweat and tears mixed together, blurring her vision, but she could still clearly feel the torment and torture from the depths of her soul.

"Let me go! What on earth have you done to me! What kind of magic is this! If you dare to hurt me, my father will never let you go! He is the supreme elder of the Jiang family. His cultivation is unfathomable. It would be easy for him to kill you! If you are sensible, quickly remove these damn holy patterns from my body, otherwise..."

Jiang Xiu's voice trembled with pain. She tried to use her father's reputation to intimidate Ling Xiao, but her tone involuntarily revealed a hint of despair and helplessness.

However, Ling Xiao just smiled coldly, and that smile was full of disdain and ridicule.

"The Jiang family's supreme elder? Perhaps he is indeed very powerful, but so what? In this continent, strength is the only way to go. If you really think he can save you from the dire situation, then you are too naive. As for the holy pattern on your body, it is just a tool I use to teach you a lesson. If you want it to stop, it is very simple, as long as you are willing to say the spell to unlock the chain."

Jiang Xiu was even more angry and unwilling to accept what she said. She had never thought that she would fall into such a situation, and she had never thought that she would be controlled so easily by a young man. But at this moment, she had no choice but to endure this pain.

The feeling of living a life worse than death almost made her collapse, and she even began to fantasize that if she could die, she might be free. But the reality was cruel, she didn't even have the right to die, and could only struggle in this endless torture.

Upon hearing this, Ling Xiao curled up his lips into a playful sneer, a smile that showed both disdain for Jiang Xiu's threat and absolute confidence in his own strength.

He thought to himself that although the Jiang family's supreme elder was in a high position and had great power, in Ling Xiao's eyes, he was nothing more than dust that would soon become a thing of the past.

He has an even more powerful backer - the Demon Soul King, a mysterious existence that is enough to make anyone who dares to challenge him tremble. But even if this relationship is put aside, Ling Xiao knows that his strength is beyond the reach of ordinary people, and he is not afraid of any challenge.

He gently loosened his clenched hands, as if releasing a prey that was about to fall into a trap.

Jiang Xiu's body lost support in an instant and she fell heavily to the ground. The intense pain intertwined with the previous torture of the Holy Marks made her twitch uncontrollably and let out a shrill scream. The sound was full of despair and helplessness, echoing hysterically in the empty air.

Ling Xiao watched coldly, letting Jiang Xiu struggle in pain. His voice was cold and firm: "Jiang Xiu, your choice determines your fate. As long as you are willing to untie the chains on my mother, I am willing to immediately relieve your pain. But if you choose to fight me head-on, then I, Ling Xiao, will play with you to the end today to see who is tougher or who is more ruthless."

Every word of these words was like a cold blade, cutting Jiang Xiu's psychological defenses. She tried hard to look up, but could only barely open her eyes blurred by tears and look at the man standing in front of her, who seemed to be in control of everything.

A hoarse and broken sound came from her throat, a cry torn by despair and pain: "Untie me...untie me...quickly...untie me...I...I will help you...help you release your mother...please..."

Her voice was full of pleading and compromise, it was an instinctive desire for life and a helpless surrender to reality.

At this moment, Jiang Xiu finally realized that no matter how proud and conceited she had been, in the face of absolute strength, she was nothing more than an ant. And Ling Xiao was the strong man who could easily play with her.

Ling Xiao's sneer echoed in the air, which was a kind of contempt for the enemy's desperate struggle, and also a confidence in his absolute control. He did not immediately release Jiang Xiu, but deliberately paused for a while, as if he was enjoying the pleasure brought by this power.

Finally, he waved his hand gently, and the holy patterns that were raging in Jiang Xiu's body seemed to have received an invisible command and instantly stopped their terrifying operation. But even so, those holy patterns did not completely disappear. They were like a latent undercurrent, quietly lurking under Jiang Xiu's skin, ready to be awakened again at any time.

Jiang Xiu felt a sudden sense of relief, as if she had been pulled back from the edge of hell. She collapsed to the ground, as if all her strength had been drained away, but then she managed to get up again.

Her movements were slow and difficult, and each step was accompanied by a tremor in her body, which was deeply imprinted with the painful memory of just now.

When she finally stood firm and looked towards Ling Xiao, in her eyes there was not only deep fear but also a hint of indescribable complex emotions.

With trembling hands, she took out an exquisite jade pendant from her bosom. The jade pendant exuded a faint warm luster and was obviously not an ordinary item.

Jiang Xiu held the jade pendant tightly, as if it was her only support at the moment. She struggled to stand up straight, and although her steps were staggering, her eyes were extremely firm, and she walked towards Jiang Xiruo step by step.

At this moment, Jiang Xiruo was filled with indescribable shock and emotion. She looked at her seventeen-year-old son, whose eyes were full of wisdom and determination, and made her feel proud and distressed. (End of this chapter)