Soul Emperor Martial God

In that instant, almost everyone's gaze was fixed on Xiao Yi.

No, to be accurate, their eyes were drawn to the sword in Xiao Yi's hand.

The cold, white sword body, an incredibly sharp sword edge, exuding a presence far superior to that of a low-grade Holy Device, a power that rivals the Sky-reaching Jade in might.

All attest to the fact that this is a powerful Mid-grade Holy Artifact.

"Mid-grade Holy Artifact?" An exclamation of surprise escaped the crowd of deacons.

Indeed, what Xiao Yi held in his hand at this moment was none other than the Cold Flame Sword.

The Sky-reaching Peak Steward suddenly reacted and then shouted angrily.

"Rebellious disciple Xiao Yi, what? Do you intend to commit violence with the sword?"

"Why don't you quickly surrender?"

Xiao Yi slightly turned his head, his cold gaze glancing at the Sky-reaching Peak Steward, "Remove the word 'disciple'; I have nothing to do with the Heavenly Hidden Academy anymore."

"Remove the word 'rebellious'; you are not qualified to speak to me without consideration."

As he finished speaking, Xiao Yi turned his head back, looking at Wang Yue in front of him.

At this moment, Wang Yue's face was extremely unpleasant, yet he dared not move.

The sharp sword tip was pressed against his throat.

On the sword tip, the terrifying cold white glow seemed capable of freezing his every drop of blood.

"Get lost." Xiao Yi spat coldly, retracting the sword tip and heavily slapped with the sword body.

Bang... With a resounding blast, Wang Yue was slapped flying heavily.

Upon hitting the ground, the pit formed was even greater than before.

His disheveled appearance, spitting fresh blood, his chest etched with streaks of sword marks, oozing blood threads.

However, as soon as the blood threads flowed out, they were instantly frozen by the residual cold white aura on the wounds, making him even more miserable.

Xiao Yi retrieved the Cold Flame Sword, his expression returned to its usual indifference.

He glanced neither at Wang Yue, nor at the Sky-reaching Peak Steward, nor at any of the surrounding people.

With steady steps, he slowly walked away.

All around, everyone stood silently like cicadas in winter, not a single disciple dared to utter a word thoughtlessly.

Perhaps it was because everyone was still immersed in the shock of the proud Sky-reaching Peak Direct Disciple Wang Yue being soundly defeated by Xiao Yi.

Or perhaps it was because everyone was still stunned that Xiao Yi possessed a Mid-grade Holy Artifact.

In any case, no one stopped him in the slightest.

Only when that proud and cold back had gradually vanished from everyone's sight did the deacons come to their senses.

"Damn it." The Sky-reaching Peak Steward roared in anger, "A rebellious disciple indeed, does he think he can come and go from my Heavenly Hidden Academy as he pleases?"

"And now injuring Wang Yue, it equates challenging my Sky-reaching Peak."

"Someone, capture that brat back, I want to lock him in the Sky-reaching Peak seclusion room, waiting for the academy's punishment."

Several Inner Sect Deacons nodded and were about to act.

"Wait." Deacon Youu called out softly.

"What authority do you have to stop him?"

"He has returned the Sky-reaching Jade; he personally disclaimed the status of Heavenly Hidden Academy Disciple, severing any ties."

"The Heavenly Hidden Academy never forces any disciple to stay."

"Let this matter rest here, anyone dares to stir more trouble, don't blame me for not being polite."

Deacon Youu's cold shout echoed throughout the venue.

"Not polite?" The Sky-reaching Peak Steward sneered, "Deacon Youu, have you forgotten your status?"

"I am one of the Twelve Peaks Deacons, and you are merely an Inner Sect Deacon; when has it been your turn to command me?"

Deacon Youu glanced at the distant back that had gradually disappeared from view, his complexion growing more unsightly.

His icy gaze instantly turned to the Sky-reaching Peak Steward.

"Deacon Xu, I've said my piece, if you're intent on being stubborn, go ahead and try."

"Even if Elder Tongtian comes, I won't show the slightest courtesy."

The powerful voice was like a great bell, resonating heavily in everyone's ears.

The Sky-reaching Peak Steward's expression changed, yet he said no more.

Around them, some new disciples showed confused expressions.

Deacon Youu, merely an Inner Sect Deacon, actually silenced one of the Twelve Peaks Deacons, Deacon Xu, to such an extent?

Before the crowd could figure it out, swoosh... Deacon Youu had already darted away, directly chasing after that distant cold back.

In the original place, Fang Shushu and the others immediately reacted.

"Damn it, quickly pursue Xiao Yi back."

Lih Fengxing and the others nodded.

Swoosh... swoosh... swoosh... Everyone swiftly dashed away.

All around, the deacon disciples wore complex expressions.

Some were amazed, some puzzled, some found it unbelievable.

A newly admitted disciple, who had broken through many barriers and even entered the Twelve Peaks, should have a promising future, but after just three days, left decisively?

Within the Heavenly Hidden Twelve Peaks, heavenly talents gathered, the strong countless.

Yet today, in front of the Heavenly Hidden Twelve Peaks, a proud Direct Disciple was defeated miserably?

In everyone's view, today's event seemed like a farce, more like a sudden, great joke.

But, there will one day when everyone present today, all the deacons and disciples who witnessed the battle, will realize that today's event was indeed a great misfortune.

"Let's all disperse." Suddenly, a deacon shouted.

The surrounding deacons and disciples gradually dispersed.

Yet no one noticed that amid the watching crowd, an inconspicuous old man was smiling playfully.

Within the playful smile was both mockery and joy.

"Heavenly Hidden Academy, truly a bunch of fools." The old man murmured inexplicably.

The voice wasn't loud, but not soft either, yet no one around could clearly hear his words.

Swoosh... The old man's figure flashed, departing at an astonishing speed.

Among all the deacons present, including the Sky-reaching Peak Steward, none were aware of it.

...

Outside the mountain gate of the Heavenly Hidden Academy.

Xiao Yi's figure did not pause the slightest.

Swoosh... until Deacon Youu's figure suddenly appeared, blocking his way.

"Xiao Yi, there's no need to be impulsive." Deacon Youu frowned at Xiao Yi, speaking earnestly.

"Deacon Youu." Xiao Yi suddenly gave a slight bow to Deacon Youu.

"For these days at the Heavenly Hidden Academy, I appreciate your care."

"However, I have not been impulsive." Xiao Yi shook his head, his face cold, his tone firm.

"Really?" Deacon Youu asked earnestly.

"Really." Xiao Yi nodded.

"No regrets?" Deacon Youu asked in a deep voice.

"No regrets." Xiao Yi shook his head.

"Alright then." Deacon Youu sighed.

"Farewell, young man." Xiao Yi bowed slightly.

"Hold on." Deacon Youu waved his hand, saying, "Before you go, listen to a few words from me."

"Though I don't know where you got a Mid-grade Holy Artifact, in the future, remember not to take it out lightly, or you will inevitably face the threat of death."

"I understand." Xiao Yi nodded, "Until I truly enter the Limitless Saint Realm, I will be cautious."

"Saint Realm?" Deacon Youu rolled his eyes, "Even I, in the Saint King Realm holding a Mid-grade Holy Artifact, must be extremely careful."

"Hmm?" Xiao Yi frowned.

Deacon Youu also furrowed his brow, "Kid, you wouldn't be unaware of the level of treasures that Mid-grade Holy Artifacts represent, would you?"

"Mid-grade Holy Artifacts are just one level above Low Grade Holy Devices, yet the gap is vast, often a hundredfold."

"Even a strong individual of my level holding it could greatly increase their power."

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First chapter.