Chapter 14161 Senior, do you dare to take one of my sword strikes?

Chapter 14161 Senior, do you dare to take my sword?
"Abi, leave it to me."

Just then, a familiar and steady voice sounded beside her.

The voice was like a warm spring breeze, gently brushing past her ear and instantly relaxing her tense nerves.

Ripples spread across the space, as if a pebble had been thrown into a calm lake.

Ling Xiao's figure appeared beside Ling Bi as if by teleportation.

He was tall and imposing, with a handsome face and a determined and confident look in his eyes.

He gently patted Ling Bi's shoulder, a gesture that was both gentle and powerful, as if conveying boundless strength and comfort.

He gave her a reassuring look, a look full of tenderness and concern, as if to tell her that he was there for her and that she had nothing to be afraid of.

When Ling Bi saw Ling Xiao's familiar figure appear beside her, her tense nerves, like a string stretched to its limit, finally relaxed slightly.

A barely perceptible concern flashed in her eyes, as clear as autumn water. That concern was like a shooting star streaking across the night sky—brief yet full of deep affection.

She moved her lips slightly, her voice as gentle as a spring breeze, and asked softly, "Brother, you're back? Where's Ah Li?"

His tone conveyed both joy at his brother's return and concern for Ah Li's safety.

"Don't worry, she's fine and in a safe place." Ling Xiao nodded slightly, his steady voice like a stabilizing force, instantly calming Ling Bi's heart.

His gaze slowly turned to the sky, where the three figures exuding a powerful sense of oppression stood like three towering mountains above Batian City, making it hard for people to breathe.

Ling Xiao's eyes instantly sharpened like a sword, as if they could pierce through the layers of void and strike the enemy's heart. "I'll handle this."

His words were firm and resolute, like a bugle call on the battlefield, full of fearless courage and an unwavering belief in victory.

After saying that, he took a step forward without hesitation, his posture as upright as a pine tree, facing Xiao Mo's sharp gaze, which was as sharp as a hawk's.

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a thunderclap, clearly piercing through the barriers of space and echoing above Batian City: "From the Tianyuan Dynasty?"

The voice carried a hint of provocation and disdain, as if challenging the envoy from a powerful dynasty.

Xiao Mo tilted his head slightly, looking down at the young demonic cultivator whose aura seemed to be only at the "peak of the Condensation Realm". A hint of contempt flashed in his eyes, a contempt as cold and piercing as the winter wind.

A playful smile curled at the corner of his lips, as if he were watching an arrogant ant challenging an elephant: "Oh? You warrior from the barbaric lands actually know about my Tianyuan Dynasty?"

His tone was full of contempt for Batian City and disdain for Lingxiao.

Ling Xiao nodded "honestly," a hint of longing even appearing on his face, like a child yearning for treasure, his eyes gleaming with greed.
"Have you heard of it? Of course I have! It's a legendary place teeming with powerful beings and overflowing with treasures! Impressive, incredibly impressive! But they've just become dogs of the Silent Realm!"

His words were like sharp daggers, piercing straight into Xiao Mo's pride and instantly igniting the anger in Xiao Mo's heart.

As he spoke, he gently flipped his right hand, and a fine sword, gleaming with a shimmering light, appeared in his hand.

The sword had a long, slender blade, a sharp edge like frost, and a dazzling gemstone inlaid on its hilt, radiating a mysterious light.

He gripped his longsword tightly, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground. He looked up at Xiao Mo, his eyes filled with a mixture of "sincerity" and "apprehension." The "sincerity" seemed to indicate a genuine desire to fight Xiao Mo, while the "apprehension" suggested a fear that Xiao Mo might not accept the challenge: "Distinguished envoy from the Tianyuan Dynasty, do you... dare to stand still and try to take my sword?"

If you can accept it without hesitation, I will immediately present you with the 'thing' you want!
how is it? "

His voice carried a hint of seduction, as if luring Xiao Mo into a carefully designed trap.

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing ripples.

Ling Bi's eyebrows, as dark as distant mountains, furrowed slightly, like a ripple on a calm lake. A hint of doubt flashed in her eyes as she pondered to herself: My brother is usually so composed. Why would he be so impulsive today and make such a seemingly absurd request?

At the same time, the auras of the two mysterious cloaked figures behind Xiao Mo, which were originally as deep as a dark pool, also fluctuated slightly, as if a strange light flashed in the calm darkness.

Although their faces were obscured by their cloaks, one could sense their surprise and wariness of Ling Xiao's suggestion from the fluctuating aura they exuded.

Xiao Mo was stunned at first, his expression as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Immediately, he seemed to hear the biggest joke in the world and burst into laughter.

The laughter, as loud as a booming bell, echoed wildly above Batian City, filled with undisguised mockery: "Hahaha! Take a sword strike from me?"

Just you?
And this piece of junk you're holding?

He laughed loudly as he pointed at the sword in Ling Xiao's hand, his eyes full of disdain, as if the sword, which looked quite fine to others, was nothing more than a pile of useless scrap metal to him.

His laughter vanished, and his gaze instantly became arrogant, like a high god looking down at ants, filled with absolute confidence and arrogance: "Don't even mention one sword strike, even if you strike me ten or a hundred times, what can you do to me?"

How can the power of an ant move a mountain?

As he spoke, he casually raised his right arm, the movement as effortless as if he were brushing dust off his clothes.

With his five fingers slightly spread, a faint, mysterious light covered his face like flowing water. The light shimmered with an enigmatic glow, as if it contained boundless power.

His posture was relaxed and carefree, clearly not even using half of his strength, as if he didn't take Ling Xiao's attack seriously at all.

"Come! Today I will open your eyes, you frog in a well, and show you what a true barrier of power is!"

Xiao Mo shouted loudly, his voice as deafening as thunder, as if to shatter Ling Xiao's courage completely.

Just then, the mysterious cloaked figure on the left seemed to sense something was amiss. He turned slightly, leaned closer to Xiao Mo, and whispered a warning in a low, hoarse voice: "Your Excellency, be careful of a trap... This kid's sudden request might be hiding some kind of conspiracy."

The voice was like a whisper from the darkness, carrying a hint of wariness and worry.

Xiao Mo waved his hand impatiently, as if shooing away an annoying fly, his gaze still fixed on Ling Xiao, his eyes filled with mockery: "No problem! You're just a mere peak True Condensation Realm cultivator, you can't even break through my protective aura! Bring it on!"