Batian Martial Soul

Huang Xun retorted bluntly: "Bian Xiu, aren't you being too cautious? I see that those people can come out safely, what kind of danger can there be? You are doing this just to seize the initiative and take all the benefits. We are all disciples of the Holy Hall, and we should advance and retreat together. For fairness, it is the right way for everyone to go in together!"

After hearing this, Bian Xiu frowned and responded in a serious tone: "Huang Xun, you are wrong. I am not greedy for the treasures inside, but I am truly concerned about everyone's safety. We know nothing about that mysterious place, and rashly entering will only increase the risk. I made this suggestion entirely out of consideration for the entire team."

Huang Xun didn't care. He sneered and said, "Bian Xiu, if you are timid, then just say it directly. Don't make up these high-sounding excuses. I think you are just afraid that after we go in, we will find good things and you will not have a share. Let me tell you, I, Huang Xun, am not afraid of any danger. If you want the treasure, just follow me in and grab it!"

His words were full of provocation and challenge, and some young disciples were infected by his momentum and stood up one after another, expressing their willingness to follow Huang Xun in. Seeing this, Huang Xun raised a smug smile at the corner of his mouth, as if he had already seen the scene of himself returning with a full load of treasures.

Bian Xiu stood there, his brows furrowed deeply, like two small mountains about to erupt. Although his heart was full of doubts and uneasiness, he finally chose to remain silent. He knew that facing those who were determined to die, no matter how much good words he used, it would be in vain.

So he took a deep breath and waited quietly for what would happen next.

However, the development of the matter was beyond his expectations. Just as Huang Xun and others stepped into the huge hull called the Fire Lotus Battleship, an indescribable terrifying aura suddenly spread.

Then, a shrill scream pierced the sky, like countless sharp blades piercing the hearts of everyone present. The voice was filled with despair and fear, making people shudder.

The faces of the disciples who had not gone to the warship turned extremely pale. Their eyes were filled with fear and anxiety, but at the same time, they were also grateful. They were grateful that they chose to believe in Bian Xiu instead of blindly following Huang Xun.

At this moment, they deeply appreciated Bian Xiu's foresight and wisdom.

The screams echoed in the air, as if they were going to tear the whole world apart. Suddenly, a figure rushed out of the warship frantically. The man was in tattered clothes, covered in blood, and his eyes were flashing with madness and fear. Everyone looked and saw that the man was Huang Xun.

"It's Senior Brother Huang Xun!" someone exclaimed.

Seeing this scene, some people couldn't help but want to step forward to greet him and ask Huang Xun what happened. However, at this moment, Bian Xiu suddenly shouted: "Run!"

Everyone was startled by Bian Xiu's sudden voice, but soon some people reacted. They saw that Bian Xiu had turned around and fled, so they followed his footsteps and ran away.

They didn't know what was waiting for them ahead, but at this moment they could only choose to trust Bian Xiu and believe that he could lead them to escape this unknown disaster.

At this moment, a shocking change suddenly occurred on the originally peaceful battlefield. Behind Huang Xun, a huge green figure appeared like a ghost. It was a ferocious mantis, and its size was so huge that it was shocking.

Huang Xun's body was ruthlessly pierced by the mantis's huge sickle, and blood splattered on the surrounding land. His eyes were closed, his face was pale, and he had long lost any signs of life.

"what--"

The people who saw this scene screamed in fear, and they turned around, trying to escape from this terrifying place. However, the green monster would not let them go easily. It let out a sharp roar, as if mocking their ignorance and fragility, and then pounced into the crowd like lightning.

For a moment, screams, shouts, and wails rose and fell, forming a mournful symphony. The monster waved its sickle-like arms, and every swing was accompanied by a bloody storm. Its attack was as fierce as a storm, leaving no place for people to escape.

However, this is not the most terrifying thing. In addition to the giant green mantis, there are more green monsters coming from all directions.

Some of them were giant green pythons, twisting and coiling their bodies, hissing and roaring; some were giant green crocodiles, opening their ferocious mouths and revealing their sharp fangs. These monsters seemed like demons crawling out of hell, and their appearance made the already terrified people even more desperate.

This is simply a disaster! Originally thought to be just a simple adventure, but did not expect to fall into such a terrifying situation. Everyone was filled with fear and despair, they did not know how to face these powerful monsters.

Bian Xiu was one of them. He was running away madly, desperately. His heart was filled with regret and anger.

Thinking back to what happened before, he seemed to finally understand why Ling Xiao deliberately gave way to the Fire Lotus Battleship. He simply wanted to kill them.

"Ling Xiao, you bastard!" Bian Xiu roared in his heart. He finally understood why Ling Xiao allowed them to enter here without stopping them. This guy had no good intentions from the beginning.

That guy knew there was danger inside, yet he deliberately let them in, causing them to suffer such huge losses. He is truly despicable.

However, it was no use regretting now. Bian Xiu could only try his best to find a glimmer of hope. He knew that if he could not escape from here as soon as possible, he and his companions would die.

Fortunately, those green monsters seemed to be restricted by some kind of power and could not leave the range of the Fire Lotus Battleship. After a thrilling massacre, there were only more than 2,000 warriors left from the tens of thousands of warriors who originally belonged to the Southern Domain Holy Hall.

Although these survivors are not the top disciples of the temple, they are undoubtedly the backbone of the temple. Their loss is undoubtedly a huge blow to the entire temple.

The firelight illuminated the scattered weapons and armor on the battlefield, which formed a sharp contrast with the bright red bloodstains on the ground, revealing traces of tragic battles everywhere. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which was suffocating.

The survivors looked at the scene before them, their hearts filled with grief and anger.

"No... We absolutely cannot let those guys go!" A Templar disciple with blood all over his face waved his sword angrily, his eyes flashing with determination.

"That's right. If it weren't for Ling Xiao, how could we have lost so many people!" Another disciple clenched his fists and angrily echoed. His voice was full of resentment and dissatisfaction towards Ling Xiao. (End of this chapter)