Soul Emperor Martial God

"Such arrogance." The middle-aged man laughed uproariously, as if hearing the grandest joke.

"Without a sword, you intend to kill me?"

"Kid, are you sure your brain hasn't been crushed?"

"Crush him."

The middle-aged man shouted once more, waving his large hand.

The martial arts power pressing down on Xiao Yi intensified again.

"Ugh." Xiao Yi spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, his face ghostly pale.

Yet, throughout his ordeal, his eyes remained cold and resolute.

"It's merely the Second Layer of the Saint King Realm. If I can't withstand this, how can I talk about racing against time or searching for someone?"

Xiao Yi murmured to himself, feeling discomfort all over but still staring directly at the middle-aged man.

"Using a domain to suppress me, huh? Then let's see who suppresses whom."

With those words, Xiao Yi roared, "Cold Ice Domain, rise."

Boom...

An astounding martial arts power materialized out of thin air.

The cold ice aura swept across a radius of a thousand meters.

The domain of the middle-aged man was instantly repelled somewhat.

However, the martial arts power pressing down on Xiao Yi never dissipated, making him extremely uncomfortable.

"Is this all you've got?" The middle-aged man sneered, "What a joke?"

"Do you think with your domain, you can negate my Hundred Dao Domain? Overestimating yourself."

"This is your last chance," the middle-aged man's voice grew increasingly sinister.

"Kneel down and confess your sins."

"Otherwise, die."

In the distance, Cao Lei frowned but remained motionless.

Elsewhere, Qing Lin suppressed the three City Lords but was unable to finish the battle, growing increasingly anxious as he looked at Xiao Yi's situation.

Crack... crack... crack...

Within the martial arts power, Xiao Yi's fist clenched tightly, emitting a crackling sound.

The hand that had been deformed was forcibly returned to normal by him.

Dislocated bones were forcibly restored, and the inhuman pain couldn't even make him furrow his brows.

He spoke no more, only staring at the middle-aged man.

In his cold gaze, the killing intent grew more and more intense.

Upon closer inspection, his hands had started to move mysteriously at some point.

Within a radius of a thousand meters, the intense killing intent became terrifyingly dense in just a few breaths.

"Cold Ice Three Palm, killing intent." Xiao Yi launched a palm strike, but his hand suddenly stopped abruptly.

"What's going on?" Xiao Yi's expression changed suddenly.

It wasn't that he couldn't unleash the palm strike.

Rather, his heart suddenly grew feverish and restless.

Suddenly, the feverish heart turned cold.

In his eyes, a flash of blood color emerged, which was overwhelming killing intent.

Within his heart, a surge of murderous intent became uncontainable in an instant.

"What is happening?" Xiao Yi was shocked internally.

This unusual killing intent, which even his unwavering Sword Heart couldn't suppress, made him wonder and be seriously cautious.

He hadn't used Cold Ice Three Palm for a long time.

But ever since last consulting Senior Luoo, he'd learned the use of Domain Martial Skill, intending to try it this time.

Domain Martial Skill, melding with the domain, could elevate the domain to another level out of thin air.

But now, what was happening?

His heart was incessantly restless yet unbelievably cold.

His eyes grew increasingly crimson.

He pondered, yet hadn't noticed that strands of blood color had unknowingly enveloped a few thousand meters in area.

From afar, Cao Lei's expression changed for the first time, "What an incredible killing aura, what's happening?"

Cao Lei's aged gaze locked onto the dense, almost tangible blood-colored killing intent in the air, his brows furrowing tightly.

At the same time, the domain and martial arts power the middle-aged man had summoned began to gradually dissipate in the face of the blood color, vanishing completely.

"How is this possible?" The middle-aged man's eyes revealed shock, "Dense killing intent forcefully dispelling martial arts power?"

Xiao Yi himself also began to gradually sense this change.

Within his heart, the restless, cold killing intent became uncontainable.

He suddenly understood.

Yet his murderous intent surged like a tide!

"Cold Ice Three Palm, second palm, overwhelming," the cold words came from Xiao Yi's mouth.

Whoosh... Xiao Yi's figure abruptly disappeared from his original position.

"So fast." The middle-aged man's expression changed.

Xiao Yi was merely at Heavenly Extreme Peak cultivation, yet his speed surpassed what the eyes of a Second Layer Saint King Realm expert could perceive?

"Watch out." Cao Lei suddenly shouted.

The middle-aged man's expression changed, but before he could react, Xiao Yi appeared beside him out of thin air.

The surrounding icy, blood-colored killing intent tightly constricted him.

Xiao Yi's blood-colored eyes made him involuntarily gulp.

"Cold Ice Three Palm, overwhelming." Xiao Yi's voice suddenly turned hoarse.

A palm struck heavily.

Boom... a loud noise echoed.

The middle-aged man was sent flying by the palm strike.

The proud flesh of his body had a conspicuous concave palm print on the chest.

"So strong." The middle-aged man's expression changed after stabilizing his figure.

Whoosh...

Xiao Yi's figure once again appeared out of nowhere.

Boom... another palm struck out.

"Ugh." The middle-aged man spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm and was sent flying again.

"How can this be?" The middle-aged man's expression turned extremely grave in an instant.

As a Saint King Realm expert, his understanding of martial arts was already extremely high.

Yet he couldn't fathom Xiao Yi's current combat strength at all.

He instinctively sensed that when Xiao Yi launched a palm, it seemed connected with the dense blood color within a thousand meters radius.

Each palm launched equated to the overwhelming killing intent within the thousand meters striking simultaneously.

Boom... boom... boom...

Xiao Yi's figure constantly flickered within the dense blood color.

The middle-aged man's figure flickered as well, but he was constantly being knocked away.

Xiao Yi didn't know how to describe this feeling now; he only knew that his body was now filled with power, and his mind incessantly restless.

If he had to describe it, it would be four words: overwhelming killing intent.

Whoosh... at this moment, Xiao Yi appeared once again out of nowhere.

The icy palm struck heavily at the middle-aged man.

"Die." The cold and lifeless words came from Xiao Yi's mouth.

Whoosh... just then, a silhouette appeared out of nowhere, blocking Xiao Yi's path.

It was Cao Lei.

"Sub-hall Master Xiao Yi, cease." Cao Lei's voice was grave as he stared at Xiao Yi.

"Move aside." Xiao Yi uttered coldly, only two words.

"Impossible." Cao Lei shook his head.

"Just a Fifth Layer Saint King Realm." Xiao Yi stared at Cao Lei, his blood-colored eyes exceedingly icy.

"Do you want to die?"

For some reason, under the blood-colored eyes, Xiao Yi felt as though he could see through Cao Lei's previously unfathomable cultivation with just a glance.

"I..." Cao Lei paused, intending to say something, but he found himself locked by overwhelming killing intent, changing his expression.

Instinctively, he felt that the young man in front of him wasn't speaking falsely, and indeed possessed the strength to kill him.

In the instant he faltered, Xiao Yi had passed by him.

The heavy palm directly struck at Cao Lei.

Xiao Yi's eyes were bloodthirsty, his mind restless without reprieve.

His instincts told him that only by killing the middle-aged man before him could he quell the murderous intent and unrest in his heart.

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Second chapter.