Soul Emperor Martial God

Whoosh…

The battle between Sikong Yu and the Tianxuan Peak disciple started instantly.

Whoosh… whoosh… whoosh…

The crowd quickly stepped aside, giving the two plenty of space to fight.

In front of the Heavenly Hidden Twelve Peaks, this vast area provided enough room for the two Heavenly Talents to battle fiercely.

Yes, fiercely.

The fight between Sikong Yu and the Tianxuan Peak disciple could not be simple, and it certainly wouldn't involve instant victories like the ones against Outer Disciples and Inner Sect Disciples before.

On the contrary, the battle would be exceptionally intense.

As expected, Sikong Yu dashed forward, delivering a palm strike.

The Tianxuan Peak disciple stood his ground, his eyes filled with arrogance, utterly fearless.

Only when Sikong Yu's palm approached did he slightly shift his body, easily evading the strike.

"A mere Heavenly Extreme Seventh Layer practitioner. I wonder where you get your confidence to be so arrogant."

The Tianxuan Peak disciple coldly stared at Sikong Yu in front of him.

From a distance, Xiao Yi observed their fight, secretly assessing the strength of this Twelve Peak disciple.

When he saw the Tianxuan Peak disciple's subtle evasion, Xiao Yi already had a rough idea in his mind.

"What formidable combat level."

Apart from cultivation, just the ability to precisely control the fight proved that the Tianxuan Peak disciple was no ordinary talent.

Among the opponents Xiao Yi had faced, there were no more than three of the younger generation with such combat prowess.

In fact, if it were Xiao Yi facing Sikong Yu's palm just now, he probably couldn't have done better than the Tianxuan Peak disciple.

On the other side, Sikong Yu coldly looked at the Tianxuan Peak disciple, "Killing you would be like slaughtering a chicken, is that enough?"

"Killing me like slaughtering a chicken?" The Tianxuan Peak disciple sneered.

"Sikong Yu, was it? Do you realize that if I had counterattacked instantly after evading, you would have been seriously injured by now?"

At this moment, Sikong Yu was fully committed to his palm strike, while the Tianxuan Peak disciple had merely sidestepped without moving his hands.

In other words, if the Tianxuan Peak disciple were to make a move now, Sikong Yu wouldn't have time to defend.

The disciple could instantly break through Sikong Yu's chest and vital points, severely injuring him.

Upon hearing this, Sikong Yu sneered, "I knew an idiot like you would have such thoughts."

"You think your combat level is strong and that you can control the battle entirely."

"However, I'm not interested in explaining; you can try if you dare."

The Tianxuan Peak disciple's eyes narrowed, "Overestimating oneself."

As the words fell, the Tianxuan Peak disciple struck towards Sikong Yu's chest with a palm.

If he wished, he could have aimed the strike at Sikong Yu's heart.

However, since they were fellow disciples sparring, he didn't intend to deal a death blow, merely planning to teach Sikong Yu a lesson.

Sure enough, Sikong Yu had no time to defend.

The Tianxuan Peak disciple's palm heavily struck Sikong Yu's chest.

Yet, Sikong Yu's expression didn't change much; instead, he grinned fiercely.

Boom… The Tianxuan Peak disciple's palm gust shocked, producing a loud explosion.

Once the explosion faded.

The imagined scene of Sikong Yu being blasted away did not occur.

Instead, the Tianxuan Peak disciple's face changed drastically, his palm that struck Sikong Yu's chest was already covered in blood.

"Get lost." Sikong Yu's face turned cold as he finally countered with his own palm strike.

The Tianxuan Peak disciple couldn't react and was instantly sent flying, spitting blood.

"Impossible." After landing, the Tianxuan Peak disciple looked at his bleeding palm in shock.

The next second, extending from palm to arm, a cracking sound echoed—it was already crippled.

At this moment, Sikong Yu slowly took out a shining compass from his clothes.

It was the low-grade Holy Device compass he used while crossing the Xuan Lock Chain earlier.

"Forgot to tell you." Sikong Yu sneered, "I've had this formation compass on me the entire time."

"Additionally, I am an Array Master."

"I imprinted an Attack Formation on the compass and conveniently set a Concealment Formation to hide its aura."

"You…" The Tianxuan Peak disciple's face was grim.

No wonder he hadn't sensed the formation compass on Sikong Yu.

Besides, if he had truly intended to attack with full force, the primordial power contained within his palm might not have feared the Attack Formation.

Then he wouldn't have been injured as he was now.

Whoosh… Sikong Yu's figure flashed and attacked once more.

"What Heavenly Talent of Tianxuan Peak, just a fool. Let's finish this fight quickly, I'm losing interest."

Sikong Yu unleashed another full-force palm strike.

This time, the Tianxuan Peak disciple did not hold back and fought with full effort.

Sikong Yu excelled in the paths of palms and fists, making close combat extremely strong.

Tianxuan Peak was known as the peak with the most techniques among the Twelve Peaks.

Thus, even with a disabled hand, the Tianxuan Peak disciple battled Sikong Yu evenly.

Previously, when Sikong Yu crossed the Xuan Lock Chain with his cultivation sealed, he could still burst with strength close to the Heavenly Extreme Peak, nearing Half-step Limitless.

Now with his cultivation unsealed, his combat power surpassed the Infinite Realm, even possessing the ability to slay a Saint.

But the Tianxuan Peak disciple, being of Infinite Sacred Realm cultivation and possessing superior means, surpassed Sikong Yu in combat power.

From afar, Xiao Yi nodded as he watched the stalemate in their fight.

"Remarkable, the Heavenly Hidden Twelve Peaks indeed lives up to its reputation," Xiao Yi muttered to himself.

This Tianxuan Peak disciple, even with one hand incapacitated, could still rival Sikong Yu.

And he was just an ordinary disciple of Tianxuan Peak. If he was truly one of the elder's higher disciples, how formidable would his combat power be?

"Formidable indeed," Fang Shushu said solemnly, "But a bit foolish."

"If it were me, I definitely wouldn't get injured by Sikong Yu's schemes."

Xiao Yi shook his head, "Fellow disciples sparring, he didn't guard against it."

"However, as new disciples, according to the rules, we can use any means to defeat our opponents."

"So Sikong Yu isn't really breaking any rules."

"Xiao Yi, who do you think will win?" asked Lih Fengxing beside him.

Xiao Yi thought for a moment and said, "Unless something unexpected happens, the winner will be the Tianxuan Peak disciple."

"What if something unexpected happens?" Lih Fengxing asked curiously.

Xiao Yi frowned, "I can't imagine what the unexpected might be."

Just then, from afar, a fierce aura erupted suddenly.

The eruption of aura came from Sikong Yu.

The Tianxuan Peak disciple's aura was instantly suppressed, falling completely behind.

At the same time, the compass in Sikong Yu's hand shone brightly.

A powerful Killing Formation instantly enveloped the Tianxuan Peak disciple.

Once the formation dissipated and the light faded, the Tianxuan Peak disciple was left gravely injured, with no combat strength remaining.

"What's that?" Xiao Yi was shocked, his face furrowed.

Deacon Youu and the others shared similar expressions.

But soon after, Deacon Youu and the others' frowns relaxed, replaced by an expression of realization.

"It's the Yukong Bloodline," Deacon Youu nodded.

"Indeed." Another deacon beside him said with satisfaction, "Yukong Bloodline, born Array Masters."

"Excellent, this person can enter our Sky-reaching Peak."

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First release.