Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 12919 Jiang Xiu's Methods

This scene made Jiang Xiu, who claimed to be a shining star in the Holy Mark World, feel unprecedented resentment and unwillingness.

Her eyes, which usually sparkled with wisdom and confidence, were now shrouded in dark clouds. A deep furrow was involuntarily twisted between her delicate brows, and anger permeated the air like substance.

A sneer quietly emerged at the corner of his mouth. That smile showed both disdain for Ling Xiao's strength and a hint of provocation. It was complex and subtle, making it difficult to grasp.

As she gently raised her jade-like and soft hand, her fingertips danced delicately in the air, as if she was weaving a huge network that was invisible and intangible, but could determine the direction of one's fate.

This is not just a simple movement, but also a reflection of Jiang Xiu's profound understanding and ultimate control over the power of the holy pattern. Every subtle movement of his fingertips contains the precise dispatch of power and accurate judgment of the situation.

Then, an extremely sharp cold light suddenly burst out from her palm, its speed was so fast that it simply exceeded the limits of all things in the world, like the most dazzling meteor in the night sky streaking through the sky, or like a poisonous snake that had broken free from its reins, carrying a biting chill and unquestionable murderous intent, silently shuttling through the air, heading straight for Ling Xiao's Dantian.

This cold light not only condensed all of Jiang Xiu's strength and will, but was also the result of her exquisite use of the power of the Holy Mark. It drew an almost perfect arc in the air, with a smooth and elegant trajectory, yet it contained endless murderous intent.

Wherever it passed, the air seemed to be cut by an invisible sharp blade, making a subtle and sharp whistling sound. That was the sound of air molecules being torn apart under the extreme force, and it was also a direct manifestation of the unparalleled power of the cold light.

As the cold light approached, the surrounding space seemed to freeze, and even time seemed to slow down. The air between Ling Xiao and Jiang Xiu was filled with a tense and oppressive atmosphere, as if even breathing had become unusually heavy.

However, Jiang Xiu's face always remained calm and confident, and her eyes flashed with determination, as if she had foreseen the coming victory.

At this moment, Jiang Xiu devoted herself to this battle of strength and will. She not only wanted to prove her strength and talent, but also wanted to let Ling Xiao know how serious the consequences of underestimating her would be. And this extremely sharp cold light was the most direct challenge and warning she issued to Ling Xiao.

At this moment, the distance between Ling Xiao and Jiang Xiu was extremely shortened, only three steps away, so close that they could seem to feel the warmth of each other's every breath. Their breaths intertwined in the air, clearly audible, with an indescribable tension and confrontation.

This is not just a physical proximity, but also a precursor to a battle of minds and wills.

The cold light that shot out from Jiang Xiu's fingertips was even more dazzling against the backdrop of the night. It was like a carefully carved gem, blooming the brightest light in the night sky, cutting through the silent air and leaving a dazzling track.

The light contained a biting chill, as if it could freeze all life, and at the same time carried a destructive power that made people feel fearful.

Almost at the moment when their eyes met, the cold light was like an arrow shot from a bow, approaching Ling Xiao's Dantian at lightning speed.

The speed was so fast that it was beyond the imagination of ordinary people. It seemed that even time itself was compressed by this force and lost its original sense of flow. At this moment, everything around seemed to be still, with only this cold light rushing through space, leaving behind a series of heart-pounding afterimages.

Its trajectory is straight and firm, like the most unquestionable rule between heaven and earth. Wherever it passes, the air seems to be cut by an invisible blade, leaving behind tiny and deep cracks.

These cracks reveal a hint of chill, accompanied by a sharp whistle, echoing in the air, like a thousand arrows shot at once, unstoppable. This whistle is not only an ode to strength, but also a warning of the fragility of life, making people involuntarily feel a strong sense of crisis.

The cold light continued its ruthless and resolute trajectory in the air, its force was as fierce as autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, unstoppable.

It seemed to carry the purest and sharpest power between heaven and earth, able to easily penetrate all visible and invisible obstacles and go straight to Lingxiao's Dantian.

That place is the foundation of a warrior's cultivation. Once it is damaged, it means the collapse of the cultivation, and the warrior may even become a useless person who can no longer practice.

The power is so strong that it is enough to shock people's hearts, and any warrior who faces it will feel an indescribable despair and powerlessness, as if the whole world is trembling.

Jiang Xiu's face was filled with a kind of satisfaction and confidence that was difficult to conceal. Her smile showed both the joy of the upcoming victory and the pride and affirmation of her own strength.

There was a cold and cruel light flashing in her bright eyes, as if she could see through people's hearts and tear apart all hypocrisy and disguise.

She slowly turned her head and cast her gaze at Jiang Xiruo who had a complicated expression on her face. Jiang Xiruo's face was intertwined with worry, anger and helplessness, and her eyes full of motherly love were filled with concern and worry for her son.

Seeing this, Jiang Xiu curled up the corners of his mouth into an even more cruel smile, which was full of ridicule and disdain for Jiang Xiruo's emotions.

"Your son," Jiang Xiu said slowly in a provocative tone, and every word was like a sharp blade, cutting Jiang Xiruo's heart.

"Although he is said to be gifted, in my eyes, he is nothing more than that. Those false reputations and praises pale in comparison to my true strength. And what I like most is to destroy these so-called geniuses with my own hands. Watching them struggle in despair in front of me, that kind of helplessness and pain is really a great pleasure."

At this point, Jiang Xiu's tone could not help but carry a hint of pleasure and madness. She seemed to enjoy the feeling of stepping on others, the sense of accomplishment of easily destroying other people's efforts and dreams.

She stared at Jiang Xiruo, trying to capture more pain and despair from her eyes in order to satisfy her own twisted psychological needs.

"Are you in pain now? Are you anxious? But you can't do anything?" Jiang Xiu asked provocatively again, her voice full of provocation and pride.

She knew that her words were like a sharp knife, cutting Jiang Xiruo's mental defenses bit by bit, causing her to sink into pain and helplessness. However, Jiang Xiu didn't care about this at all, she just enjoyed the psychological feast she brought.

The more painful Jiang Xiruo felt, the more uncomfortable Ling Xiao felt, and the happier she felt. Who made Ling Xiao dare to offend her and disrespect her?