Soul Emperor Martial God

The surrounding hundreds of martial artists had already been ordered to attack Xiao Yi and Qing Lin.

Xiao Yi and Qing Lin exchanged a glance and suddenly smiled.

In their smiles, there was nothing but battle intent and coldness.

Swish... Swish... Swish...

Xiao Yi's fingers lightly moved, and bursts of Sword Qi were instantly unleashed.

Wherever the Sword Qi passed, it swept everything away.

Qing Lin sneered, and beams of Blood Light shot out.

Wherever the Blood Light passed, it also swept everything away.

The martial artists rushing from all directions, though numerous, were after all assembled temporarily and did not include many strong individuals.

Most were just Heavenly King Mountain disciples training nearby or merely passing by.

Most were at the cultivation around the Heavenly Extreme Peak.

The slightly stronger ones were no more than Early Stage Saint Realm.

Saint Realm cultivation, in Xiao Yi's current eyes, was not worth mentioning.

"Two vile traitors, dare continue your massacre?" shouted a middle-aged man angrily.

"Chief Steward," the three City Lords coldly laughed, "We said earlier that if Qing Lin and the likes of these scum are not eradicated, they'll become a disaster."

"Now there's another one, this Xiao Yi, originally from your Asura Hall, but slaughtering his comrades, his death would not be regretted."

The three City Lords said this to the Chief Steward, but their eyes were on Cao Lei.

Cao Lei remained unmoved, staying silent.

"Qing Lin, you're our opponent," shouted one of the three City Lords as they instantly attacked.

Qing Lin frowned, "I'll leave this to you, how about it?"

Qing Lin glanced at the martial artists surrounding them like wolves and tigers and said to Xiao Yi.

"Fine," Xiao Yi nodded.

Qing Lin smirked playfully, "Don't be overconfident; your opponents might be weak, but they are many."

"How about seeing who's faster?"

"Suit yourself," Xiao Yi shrugged.

Swish... Qing Lin's figure flickered, instantly distancing himself from Xiao Yi and engaged the three City Lords alone.

Xiao Yi, on the other hand, faced the hundreds of martial artists single-handedly.

The battle erupted once more.

Xiao Yi didn't use a sword but instead shouted, "Cold Ice Domain, rise."

A tremendous Martial Arts power enveloped the entire scene.

Simultaneously, the Domain Martial Skill, Cold Ice Three Palm, was integrated once again into the domain.

In the air, a disturbing blood-red killing intent reappeared.

Xiao Yi's cold eyes once again became bloodthirsty and terrifying.

Boom...

Xiao Yi struck with a palm, and the attacking martial artists were all instantly killed.

With Xiao Yi's current strength, slaughtering all the martial artists here was just a matter of time.

However, naturally, some wouldn't let him have his way.

The middle-aged man's figure flickered and also attacked instantly.

He was a Second Layer Saint King Realm powerhouse, two Great Realms higher than Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi's eyes squinted, unfazed.

"Cold Ice Three Palm, Raging Sky," a low and cold voice came from Xiao Yi's mouth.

The blood-red killing intent within several kilometers seemed to instantly gather into Xiao Yi's palm.

The middle-aged man punched over.

Boom... The clash of palm and fist produced an earth-shattering roar.

Xiao Yi was shaken back several steps, while the middle-aged man was directly pushed back over a dozen steps.

Don't forget, this middle-aged man was not only a Second Layer Saint King Realm martial artist but also the First Chief Steward of Asura Hall, a powerful Body Cultivation martial artist.

Under the Hundred Dao Domain, compounded with that terrifying physical strength, had Xiao Yi not caught him off guard previously, he wouldn't have been so easily defeated.

As of now, Xiao Yi realizing he couldn't defeat him in a short time was nearly impossible.

But there were still hundreds of Heavenly King Mountain disciples around.

At the same time, in the distant sky, waves of martial artist auras continued to appear.

Within a hundred thousand li, numerous martial artists were still rushing over.

Heavenly King Mountain disciples, spread across the Black Cloud Region, wasn't an exaggeration.

Boom... Boom... Boom...

Xiao Yi's hands moved simultaneously, and palm after palm was launched.

While clashing with the middle-aged man, he also dealt with the surrounding martial artists.

As Qing Lin had said earlier, the pressure Xiao Yi faced was indeed not small.

Most importantly, the second palm of the Cold Ice Three Palm, although endowing Xiao Yi with exceedingly strong combat power, consumed Primordial Power to a frightening degree.

The level of this second palm's power was something Xiao Yi temporarily didn't know.

He only knew that the Primordial Power of his internal Small World was visibly disappearing.

The blood-red killing intent permeating the air was evidently the reason for his rapid Primordial Power consumption.

"I must finish this quickly," Xiao Yi's expression stiffened.

Boom... Boom...

Xiao Yi struck out with two palms, one pushing back the middle-aged man, the other instantly killing more than a dozen martial artists.

Yet his face gradually turned pale.

That is a sign of excessive depletion of Primordial Power.

From afar, Qing Lin, locked in battle with the three City Lords, laughed triumphantly, "Xiao Yi, it seems I'll finish this fight faster than you."

As he spoke, the aura around Qing Lin suddenly exploded.

Upon closer inspection, one could see that scales had somehow appeared on his arm.

Within the scales, a green light surged.

Boom... Qing Lin threw a punch, resulting in a loud blast.

Around his palm, sounds like beastly roars flashed by.

With one punch, the three City Lords were instantly forced back.

Qing Lin laughed smugly, then suddenly noticed the situation on Xiao Yi's side.

Swish... Qing Lin's figure flashed and vanished in an instant.

His speed, surprisingly, was several times faster than before.

The middle-aged man hadn't yet reacted, and was sent flying by a punch.

"Xiao Yi, leave this guy to me. You finish your fight quickly," Qing Lin said, immediately entangling with the middle-aged man.

Xiao Yi frowned slightly, but still nodded.

"Damn it." The middle-aged man steadied himself, his face turning somewhat dark.

The pain in his chest was almost unbearable at this moment.

"Fine, I'll kill this Qing Lin scoundrel first." The middle-aged man's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"Chief Steward, the three of us will assist you." The three City Lords, having been blown away earlier, instantly returned.

Four powerful warriors of the Saint King Realm quickly surrounded Qing Lin.

However, Qing Lin did not fall into defeat; instead, he fought fiercely against the four.

Xiao Yi glanced over, his expression changing slightly.

With the middle-aged man gone, his pressure was instantly reduced greatly.

Boom... Boom... Boom...

Each palm thrust out, martial artists were rapidly being killed in seconds.

In Xiao Yi's eyes, those bloodthirsty pupils somehow grew gradually redder.

For some reason, under the second palm of the Cold Ice Three Palm, every time he killed someone, he felt a burst of pleasure.

He even keenly noticed that with each kill, the bloodthirsty intent in the air grew stronger.

At the same time, the power of the Domain was actually increasing.

No, to be precise, with each kill, his understanding of this overwhelming second palm kept getting deeper.

The power of the Cold Ice Domain seemed to be soaring.

Xiao Yi shook his head, not dwelling on it further.

The battle was still going on; though his pressure was reduced, Qing Lin's situation was increasingly unfavorable.

Qing Lin was gradually falling behind while fighting the four.

I need to finish this fight quickly and go help him.

"Too slow." Xiao Yi's expression looked somewhat grim.

Even though he continued to kill the surrounding martial artists swiftly, more and more martial artists kept arriving to join the battle.

"Endless." Xiao Yi's expression looked increasingly grim and cold.

"Too slow... too slow..."

Xiao Yi thrust out palm after palm, appearing almost insane.

One by one, martial artists were swiftly killed by him.

Time passed gradually.

The number of martial artists killed by Xiao Yi had already exceeded several hundred.

All around, the ground was littered with bodies.

Currently, Xiao Yi's hands were already entirely red—that was the blood of the surrounding martial artists.

Droplets of fresh blood dripped from his hands.

His fierce gaze appeared somewhat numb.

But that bloodthirsty gleam was still chilling.

Right now, he looked very much like a bloodthirsty demon.

"Too slow." Xiao Yi continued to murmur to himself.

Yet he failed to notice that the air was already filled with the scent of blood and murderous intent, thick to a terrifying degree.

All around, a constant stream of martial artists continued to arrive.

Xiao Yi's fierce, bloodthirsty gaze glanced around, shaking his head, "Too slow, let's speed it up."

His low voice seemed to be squeezed out from his throat.

As soon as his words fell.

Bang...

In the distance, a flying martial artist instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist.

Bang... Bang... Bang...

But from him as the center, each flying martial artist turned into clouds of blood mist.

Continuous booming sounds echoed in the sky.

Continuous clouds of blood mist filled the skies.

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First update. (Owing two more updates)