Chapter 14131 Blade Demon
Chapter 14131 Blade Demon
They stand there silently, as if showing the world the rise and fall of the Shuangsha Sect.
Ling Xiao's gaze fell on the broken statue, and a sense of curiosity and doubt welled up in his heart. He was about to ask Lei Ling about the origin of the statue and the story behind it.
Suddenly, Lei Ling's ancient and majestic voice, like a resounding bell, boomed across the deathly silent Twin Fiends Sect:
"Master, Lei Ling and Lu Ling have returned. We hope they will show themselves to you!"
The sound was thunderous, carrying an irresistible majesty, echoing and colliding among the ruins.
Wherever the sound went, it stirred up clouds of dust, as if even the air itself was trembling from the powerful noise.
The once lifeless ruins of the Twin Fiends Sect seemed to be awakened by this sound, and began to tremble slightly.
A deathly silence enveloped the area for several breaths, as if the whole world was waiting for something.
Suddenly, click... click... click...
A faint yet unsettling cracking sound emanated from inside the broken statue.
The sound was like a death prelude coming from the darkness, sending chills down one's spine.
Immediately afterwards, spiderweb-like cracks instantly covered the entire statue, those cracks like evil tentacles, spreading wantonly across the statue's surface.
The next moment, stone chips flew everywhere, falling from the air like snowflakes.
A figure, seemingly ethereal yet incredibly solid, emerged slowly from the crumbling statue, like a divine soul awakening from an ancient slumber.
The figure exuded a mysterious yet powerful aura, as if it were one with the ruins, yet also as if it transcended them.
Ling Xiao stared wide-eyed at the figure, his heart filled with surprise and anticipation. He wondered who this mysterious figure emerging from the statue was and what its relationship was with the Twin Fiends Sect.
The figure gradually became clear amidst the flying stone chips, and it was indeed the middle-aged man depicted in the statue!
Even now, his illusory figure still bears the horrific marks of broken arms and a pierced chest.
At the broken arms, the wounds seemed to gleam with an eerie light, as if telling of the immense pain that had been endured.
The piercing gash in his chest resembled a deep ravine, from which a dark aura emanated, as if the fatal blow had not even spared his soul. Even after many years, the pain remained etched in his heart.
The illusory middle-aged man slowly raised his eyes, which seemed to contain endless galaxies that flowed and then faded away.
His eyes were deep and mysterious, like a black hole in the vast universe, capable of swallowing all light.
Those eyes pierced through the barrier of space and landed precisely on Ling Xiao.
His gaze was as sharp as a tangible sword, scrutinizing as if trying to see through Ling Xiao's heart.
Under that gaze, Ling Xiao felt as if he were in a cold sword domain, and the hairs on his body stood on end.
At the same time, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, as if Ling Xiao's appearance had surprised him greatly.
The other statue remained unchanged, still standing there quietly, as if time had frozen over it.
Its mutilated half looked particularly desolate in the dim light.
Perhaps the injury was too severe?
They can no longer appear?
Ling Xiao couldn't help but wonder, his gaze shifting back and forth between the two statues, trying to find the answer in this desolate ruin.
The ruins of the Twin Fiends Sect are deathly silent, as if forgotten by the world in a corner.
The middle-aged man's cloudy gaze pierced through the layers of dust and landed on Ling Xiao, who had stepped into the ruins.
His gaze held the vicissitudes of time and endless emotions, as if he were looking at an old friend he hadn't seen in a long time but who was now completely unfamiliar with him.
"So it was you two little rascals!"
His voice was deep and hoarse, carrying a sense of weariness after weathering many storms.
A deep, resonant voice, seemingly coming from the depths of the earth or from within Yun Che's body, said: "Master."
The sound echoed through the silent ruins, carrying a mysterious yet intimate quality.
Immediately afterwards, two beams of light shot out from Ling Xiao's body, like shooting stars streaking across the dark night sky, dazzling and brilliant.
A beam of light flashed with a sharp, sword-like intent, like a peerless divine sword about to be drawn from its sheath;
Another beam of light emanated a cold, sword-like aura, resembling a sharp, gleaming sword.
It was Thunder Spirit and Green Spirit.
After they appeared, their figures swayed slightly, as if they were adapting to the sudden external environment.
"Master, why is this place..."
Lei Ling spoke first, her voice filled with shock and confusion.
They remembered that after the Holy Temple's victory, the Demonic Sect fell apart, but the Twin Fiends Sect still retained some power.
Although the Shuangsha Sect suffered some losses at that time, its overall strength was still not to be underestimated. The sect had many disciples and was full of experts.
But now it has become a ruin, with broken walls and rubble everywhere, and broken swords and knives scattered all over the ground. Its former glory is long gone.
Lei Ling's voice echoed through the ruins, as if questioning this cruel reality.
Although Green Spirit did not speak, her eyes were filled with doubt and worry as she quietly awaited the middle-aged man's answer.
Dao Sha slowly raised his head and looked at the shattered sky with its dim stars.
His eyes revealed a hint of helplessness and sorrow, as if he were sighing for the impermanence of the world.
The voice was as soft as a sigh: "Devour."
These two words seemed to have exhausted all his strength, carrying an endless sense of vicissitude and despair.
Beneath these ruins, a great secret seems to lie hidden, a terrifying truth about devouring and destruction.
Lei Ling raised his head slightly, looking directly at Dao Sha. His voice carried a hint of gravity that was hard to detect, as if every word carried the weight of a thousand pounds: "What kind of devouring power is this that even you cannot resist?"
His voice echoed through the desolate ruins of the Twin Fiends Sect, carrying an urgent search for the truth, as if asking this question would unveil the mysterious and terrifying veil behind these ruins.
Dao Sha stood there quietly, his figure appearing somewhat forlorn in the dim light.
He slowly shook his head, the movement slow and heavy, as if that simple head-shaking motion carried the weight of the entire world.
His eyes revealed a deep sense of helplessness and powerlessness, as if he were recounting a painful past.
"Whether or not to resist, there is no way to resist."
These few words, uttered slowly from his mouth, carried an endless sense of vicissitude and despair.
The voice was deep and hoarse, as if it had been polished by the winds of time. Every word was like a sharp knife, piercing the hearts of everyone present.
After speaking, Dao Sha slowly withdrew his gaze from the shattered sky, his eyes still seemingly tinged with fear and awe at the unknown terror.
