Chapter 14396 White Robe
Chapter 14396 White Robe
The five dragons nimbly traced strange trajectories in the air, like five streaks of light, each heading straight for the vital organs of the five men in black, such as their hearts and throats.
However, just before the dragon was about to reach them, the figures of the five men in black suddenly became blurry, ethereal like water vapor, and their bodies gradually became transparent, as if they were about to merge into the surrounding void. They were clearly trying to escape again by using the power of space.
"A mere trick, and you still want to use the same old method?"
Ling Xiao snorted coldly, and his left hand quickly changed gestures again, golden light flashing at his fingertips. In just a moment, he formed an ancient and complex holy rune seal with one hand.
As soon as the seal was formed, the surrounding space trembled violently. The previously stable space began to fluctuate again, but instead of being distorted, it formed a powerful spatial confinement force.
The five figures, which were in a state of ethereal transformation, were forced to fall out of the void as if they had crashed into an invisible wall, and their forms became solid again.
The space around them seemed to freeze instantly, forming transparent shackles that bound them tightly, making their movements incredibly slow, and even raising their hands became extremely difficult.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ling Xiao suddenly moved the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword in his right hand.
With a flick of his wrist, his longsword drew a stunning dark purple arc in the air. The black light flowing on the blade resembled burning demonic flames, carrying an aura of destruction, and instantly arrived in front of the black-clad man on the far left.
"puff--"
There was a slight sound and blood splattered.
The man in black's head shot into the air instantly, blood gushing from his neck like a high-pressure fountain, forming a red column of blood in the sky before splashing onto the white clouds, creating a poignant and cruel pattern.
On that rolled head, the eyes were still wide open, and an expression of disbelief lingered in the pupils. Clearly, even in death, he had not expected to be defeated so quickly.
Without pausing, Ling Xiao, carrying the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword, slowly turned around to look at the remaining four men in black.
Upon seeing this, the four men's expressions changed drastically, and they retreated rapidly, their eyes revealing fear for the first time.
Their meticulously arranged combined attack formation was broken, their spatial abilities were also restrained, and now they had lost another person. Their originally tight coordination was completely thrown into chaos, and facing Ling Xiao, who was like a grim reaper, all that remained in their hearts was fear.
"They send this kind of scum?"
Ling Xiao glanced down at the remaining bloodstains on the ground, a mocking smile curving his lips, his eyes filled with disdain. "Is the Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary out of people, or are they insulting my strength?"
Before he finished speaking, his figure transformed into a pale golden streak of light, shooting out like an arrow released from a bow.
The clouds beneath his feet were violently torn apart by the violent airflow that erupted when he stepped on them, and a chasm thousands of feet long spread out in the sea of clouds. White clouds surged to both sides like waves cleaved by a giant axe. Even the air in the high sky trembled violently under this force, as if the entire sky was about to collapse from this stomp.
"Om-!"
The Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword emitted a deafening sword cry in his hand, and dark purple sword energy soared into the sky with a terrifying power that could tear the heavens and earth apart, slashing towards the black-clad man on the right who was trying to escape.
Where the sword light passed, a pitch-black rift a hundred feet long was forcibly cleaved open in space, and the destructive aura emanating from the rift caused the surrounding temperature to drop sharply.
The man in black didn't even have time to react, not even to utter a scream, before his body was shredded into a cloud of blood mist by the violent power contained in the sword energy, drifting away with the wind without leaving a trace of his existence.
Only three people remain in the game!
The three surviving men in black turned deathly pale, their previous composure gone. They quickly stood back to back in a defensive stance, each holding a palm-sized black array flag.
As soon as the banner left his hand, it grew longer in the wind, instantly transforming into three enormous black banners, each ten feet tall. The banners were covered with complex and eerie runes drawn in blood, and countless distorted ghost faces appeared and disappeared among the runes. A mournful wail came from the black banners, a sharp and piercing sound filled with intense resentment, which was terrifying, as if countless wronged souls were trapped in the banners, enduring endless pain.
Their hands moved rapidly, forming hand seals, clearly preparing to activate the three demonic banners and risk burning their own cultivation to fight Ling Xiao to the death.
However, just as the resentment on the demon banner was about to reach its peak and the black light was becoming increasingly intense, a gentle and refined voice came from the clouds not far away. The voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears: "Step back, you are no match for him."
The voice possessed a peculiar magic, seemingly capable of soothing the soul while also exuding an undeniable authority.
The moment the sound rang out, the ghost faces on the three demon banners stopped twisting simultaneously, emitting terrified screams, and then, as if burned by raging fire, quickly turned into wisps of green smoke and vanished without a trace.
The three enormous black banners instantly lost their power, shrinking back to the size of a palm before falling into the sea of clouds.
The three surviving men in black were relieved, their faces showing a look of liberation. Without further hesitation, they retreated rapidly, but dared not actually leave the airspace. They simply formed a circle at a distance, their eyes warily fixed on Ling Xiao, clearly waiting for the owner of the voice to give an order.
Ling Xiao gripped the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword, his brows furrowed, his sharp gaze sweeping across the surrounding clouds. He could sense that the owner of that voice was unfathomably powerful, far surpassing the black-clad men from before. A true battle was likely just beginning.
Ling Xiao looked in the direction of the sound, his gaze piercing through layers of clouds, and saw a man dressed in a moon-white robe walking through the air.
Without any magical artifacts supporting him, he walked steadily on the clouds as if on flat ground. Each step he took left a faint silver ripple on the cloud surface, which then slowly dissipated.
This person looked to be no more than twenty years old, but his face was so handsome that it was almost otherworldly. His skin was as white as the finest mutton fat jade, his eyebrows were long and curved, and his eyes were slightly upturned at the corners, giving him a languid charm. His long silver-white hair was simply tied behind his head with a smooth mutton fat jade hairpin, and a few strands of hair fell on both sides of his cheeks, adding to his elegant appearance.
What is most eye-catching is the silver cloud pattern embroidered on the hem of his clothes.
The cloud patterns were fine and delicate, shimmering with a beautiful luster in the sunlight. Sometimes they appeared as a pale silver-white, and sometimes they shimmered with a faint blue light. Upon closer inspection, one could see that the cloud patterns were actually flowing slowly, like real clouds floating on the fabric. They seemed to be alive, and each movement caused subtle ripples in the surrounding air. Clearly, this robe was no ordinary object.
