Battle Through the Heavens: He possesses extraordinary comprehension and is born a Battle Emperor!

Chapter 112 Battle against the Soul Hall Envoy.

The battle intensified, each clash accompanied by a violent collision of energy, causing the heavens and earth to change color. Zi Yan and Xiao Chong, through their tacit cooperation, managed to find an opportunity to counterattack even in dire straits. Their power gradually increased with each battle, as if something was quietly awakening on the edge of life and death.

"Old man, have you forgotten that there is a power in this world called—hope!" Before Xiao Chong finished speaking, a long sword formed from the essence of sand suddenly appeared in his hand. The tip of the sword pointed at the old man in black robes, and the blade shimmered with a warm luster, seemingly containing some ancient and powerful will.

The old man in black robes' eyes flickered, seemingly taking an interest in the sword. "Hope...? Hmph, then I'll show you what true despair is!"

"It's not time to despair yet!" Zi Yan interjected at the opportune moment, and the Sun of Light shone once more, transforming into countless rays of light to protect Xiao Chong's flanks. "As long as we stand, there are endless possibilities!"

"Yes, infinite possibilities!" Xiao Chong and Zi Yan smiled at each other, a silent trust in one another and an unwavering belief in the future.

The old man in black robes suddenly narrowed his eyes, and his fighting spirit surged out like a raging torrent. Dark clouds seemed to gather on the black iron chains, and a muffled thunderous sound echoed in the air, making people's hearts tremble.

"Power of despair, taste its flavor!" With a low shout, the iron chains suddenly accelerated, like a black dragon in the night sky, sweeping towards Zi Yan and Xiao Chong with the momentum of destruction.

Zi Yan closed her eyes slightly and gently waved her hands. The barrier of light instantly expanded, forming a dazzling screen of light that firmly protected the two of them. However, the black-robed elder's attack was too fierce, and even the barrier of light seemed to be on the verge of collapse, with cracks quietly appearing.

"It seems that we have no choice but to use that move." Xiao Chong's voice was resolute, his fighting spirit surging to its limit, and his eyes seemed to be ignited by flames, burning with determination.

"Wait, Xiao Chong, that's..." A hint of worry flashed across Zi Yan's face; she knew the price of that move.

"There is no other choice." Xiao Chong smiled slightly, warm and firm, then closed his eyes, and his aura suddenly soared to an unprecedented height.

"Dawn - Holy Light Slash!" With his shout, a beam of light a thousand times brighter than before streaked across the sky. It was a holy light that condensed all his beliefs and power, heading straight for the black-robed old man's chains. The moment the two collided, a deafening roar erupted, and the entire space trembled.

After the light dissipated, the black iron chain was seen broken in two, falling helplessly to the ground. The figure of the old man in black robes looked particularly disheveled in the light, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth and disbelief in his eyes.

"How is this possible...you..." the old man in black robes muttered to himself, seemingly losing even the strength to stand.

"Because we believe that light will eventually dispel darkness." Zi Yan slowly stepped forward, her voice gentle yet full of power, and the surrounding light flowed with her movements, as if the whole world was responding to her will.

The black-robed old man in the light swayed, clearly intending to escape.

Just then, a cold, aloof figure appeared before him like a ghost—it was Xiao Chong, who had been concealing his true strength. His sword light was like a dragon, each strike precisely blocking the old man's retreat.

"Want to leave? Not so easy." Xiao Chong's voice was cold and firm, each word carrying an undeniable pressure. He knew that letting this black-robed old man leave would only bring greater disaster to this land.

Seeing that a direct confrontation was hopeless, a ruthless glint flashed in the black-robed elder's eyes. His hands rapidly formed hand seals, causing spatial fluctuations to surge and the surrounding scenery to distort, as if a portal to the unknown was about to open. "Spatial rift, open for me!"

But at this critical moment, a warm yet resolute power erupted from Xiao Chong's body, transforming into beams of gentle yet tenacious light that coiled around the distorted spatial rifts, preventing them from taking shape. "Weaving a net of light to bind the void!"

"Hmph, do you think you can trap me like this?" The old man in black robes sneered. From his wide sleeves, countless dark souls were released. They were of various shapes and sizes, howling as they surged toward Xiao Chong, attempting to overwhelm the guardian of light with their numbers.

"Zi Yan, let's go!" Xiao Chong shouted in a low voice, and stood back to back with Zi Yan. There seemed to be an unseen tacit understanding between the two. The sword light and the light intertwined to form an unbreakable defensive line.

Zi Yan chanted softly, and the light in her hand gathered into a huge blade of light, "Light of the soul, guide the lost!" The blade of light seemed to have a spirit, and it traveled through the souls. Every time it touched a soul, a warm light enveloped it, and then it gradually dissipated, as if it was performing a ritual to deliver it from suffering.

"You little brat, you're such a busybody!" the black-robed old man roared, his face contorted with rage as he watched his soul army being purified one by one.

"Everyone has the right to return to the light, including these lost souls," Zi Yan replied calmly, her light growing even brighter, illuminating the entire battlefield.

Just as the battle reached its climax, a sudden change broke the stalemate. A soul, about to be purified, uttered a clear cry for help: "Save me... I don't want to become a slave of the Soul Palace..."

Xiao Chong and Zi Yan exchanged a glance and saw the same determination in each other's eyes.

"Old man in black robes, your evil deeds end here." Xiao Chong stepped forward, the tip of his sword pointing directly at the other's heart. "Give up resistance, and perhaps I can give you a chance to atone for your sins."

The old man in black robes sneered, his body shrouded in black mist, seemingly preparing for a final struggle. "Atonement? I'm not playing house with you!"

Just as Zi Yan was poised to pursue the strange black mist, Xiao Chong gently pressed down on her shoulder, his eyes revealing an undeniable composure. "No need, Zi Yan. That old man in black robes has already vanished into the Soul Realm; there's no point in chasing him." His voice was calm and deep, as if he had anticipated all of this.

Zi Yan frowned slightly, her eyes flashing with confusion and resentment: "We're just letting him go like that? He's a member of the Soul Palace! How can we let him go so easily?" Her words were tinged with anger, clearly showing her dissatisfaction at not being able to punish the enemy herself.

"The Soul Palace... it's a far more profound and complex force than you or I can imagine." Xiao Chong sighed softly, his gaze piercing through the dense forest, as if penetrating space to look at that unknown world. "The old man in black robes is just the tip of the iceberg. What we really have to fight is that massive organization hidden in the shadows, controlling everything."

Upon hearing this, Zi Yan's expression turned solemn, her curiosity and doubts growing even stronger: "The Soul Palace... what kind of existence is it? Why would he mention becoming a slave?"

(End of this chapter)