Soul Emperor Martial God

Boom…

As the body of the Vice Manor Master burst into a mist of blood high in the sky.

The immense Black Poison Villa, from the Vice Manor Master to the disciples, all perished.

"Dead." In the distance, Qing Lin widened his eyes, watching the Vice Manor Master turn into a blood mist in the sky.

"This guy is really abnormal." Qing Lin's gaze turned towards Xiao Yi.

But in the next moment, his expression suddenly changed.

"Xiao Yi, are you okay?"

At this moment, although Xiao Yi had finished the battle, his aura had not dissipated; instead, it became even more intense, continually rising.

However, obviously, Xiao Yi seemed unable to bear this continuously soaring aura, his expression extremely pained.

"Ah…" Xiao Yi's originally handsome face gradually contorted.

Pained growls constantly escaped from his mouth.

Crack… crack… crack…

A pair of strong fists clenched, crackling loudly.

"Xiao Yi, you…" Qing Lin exclaimed.

"Stay back." Xiao Yi shouted violently.

Right after this violent shout, the blood-red hue enveloping the entire villa suddenly surged towards him.

Waves of killing intent instantly engulfed his body.

The killing intent not only did not dissipate but instead surged into his body.

"What's happening?" Xiao Yi gritted his teeth, the sudden intense pain making it hard to bear.

Those crashing waves of blood made him feel as if his entire body was falling apart.

Cold Ice Three Palms, the second palm's power was overwhelming, this was his second time using it.

The first time was to deal with the First Chief Steward of the Asura Hall Scarlet Moon City's branch hall.

At that time, all the blood qi of the martial artists he killed gathered and was used to kill that person, then it was entirely consumed and eventually dissipated.

But now, all the martial artists' blood qi from the villa was gathered to kill the Vice Manor Master.

However, after the Vice Manor Master's death, this gathered blood qi, including the blood qi of the now-deceased Vice Manor Master, not only did not dissipate but instead surged into him.

The blood qi of martial artists is one of the essential embodiments of their strength.

At the same time, the blood qi of martial artists carries their unique aura.

These thousands of martial artists' blood qi equate to thousands of different auras.

Countless blood qi surging into him is equivalent to countless different auras ravaging his body.

It is because of this that he is now in immense pain.

Simultaneously, inside his body, there seems to be a strong suction force incessantly absorbing all this.

This suction force is extremely void.

It is precisely this suction force that made his aura continuously soar earlier.

"Stop it." Xiao Yi shouted violently, throwing a punch intending to forcibly disperse this blood qi.

Such an amount of aura filled with negative emotions, if all enters his body, will make his body a complete mess.

Most importantly, he had long known that this method of using blood qi easily causes martial artists to produce heart demons.

If it doesn't stop, and the aura keeps soaring, the ensuing heart demon might completely cause him to collapse.

Currently, he doesn't even have time to think about why the power of the second palm's overwhelming might suddenly increased, instantly killing the Vice Manor Master.

He only had time to fortify his mind, lest his mind suffers damage from these surges of blood qi.

"Stabilize." Xiao Yi whispered in his heart.

The pervasive blood-red hue continued to surge into him.

Waves of negative aura instantly filled his mind.

Strands of killing intent covered his entire mind.

However, his Sword Heart was solid, and the overwhelming killing intent could not erode his mind.

After a while, Xiao Yi exhaled lightly, "Phew."

As long as he can temporarily stabilize his mind…

Xiao Yi thought this in his heart, but he didn't notice that his qi-blood inside was still constantly draining away.

When he did realize it, his expression suddenly changed drastically.

The overwhelming blood color, after entering him, gradually formed a cyclone, then condensed.

Meanwhile, his qi-blood inside was trickling out bit by bit.

Although his own trickle of qi-blood was meager compared to the overwhelming blood color,

It was precisely this trickle of qi-blood merging that made the overwhelming blood color continuously rage, continuously ravage.

"Is it because of my qi-blood?" Xiao Yi's eyes narrowed.

Before he could think more, the rampage of the blood inside made the negative aura in his mind and the killing intent in his spirit soar to the extreme in an instant.

"I…" Xiao Yi's expression drastically changed.

The mind that he had been safeguarding momentarily collapsed.

"Ah…" Xiao Yi cried out in pain.

"Xiao Yi, you…" Qing Lin flashed, coming swiftly.

"Xiao Yi, are you alright? Don't scare me."

Qing Lin anxiously called out, but he did not receive a response from Xiao Yi.

Instead, what he saw was a pair of bloodthirsty to the extreme, icy to the extreme eyes.

Those bloodthirsty eyes were staring at him intently.

"You…" Qing Lin's face changed.

Instinct told him that the current Xiao Yi wanted to kill him.

Whoosh… Xiao Yi's form instantly disappeared from where he stood.

A pair of powerful arms tightly gripped Qing Lin's throat.

"Do you want to die?" Xiao Yi's grim smile at the corner of his mouth was terrifying.

"Such terrifying killing intent…" Qing Lin gritted his teeth.

"Damn, could it be an outbreak of a heart demon, eroding his spirit?"

A heart demon is a major taboo in martial cultivation.

Many martial artists, due to the outbreak of a heart demon, completely lose their minds, become a demon of slaughter, or even have their cultivation crippled, leading to death.

"Uh." Just then, Xiao Yi's throat struggled to utter a sound.

The hand that had been gripping Qing Lin's throat also slowly loosened.

"Go, leave the villa, then retreat ten miles away." Xiao Yi's face contorted, struggling to hoarsely shout.

"Don't come back unless I send a message."

"Junior Brother Xiao Yi, but…" Qing Lin's face showed mixed emotions of joy and worry.

He was happy that Xiao Yi could instantly stabilize his mind and temporarily regain rationality.

But he was worried because, as Xiao Yi was now, he obviously couldn't hold on for long.

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry and leave, I can't hold on much longer." Xiao Yi's fists clenched, veins bulging.

After speaking, he threw a palm strike, forcibly blasting Qing Lin away.

Qing Lin glanced at Xiao Yi, hesitated for a moment, then swiftly retreated.

Instinct told him to trust Xiao Yi, to trust this new, monstrous junior brother.

After Qing Lin left, Xiao Yi waved his hand, instantly setting up a dozen prohibitions and formations.

He feared he really couldn't hold on, the killing intent flooding his mind had already reached its peak, anything alive within a several-mile radius, he would kill without hesitation.

"Fengxu King, what kind of cultivation technique did you cultivate?" Xiao Yi gritted his teeth and roared, forcibly maintaining his grip on his sanity.

The overwhelming killing intent kept assaulting his mind.

"Such terrifying heart demons, such bloodthirsty hand techniques, how did you create them?" Xiao Yi's face looked extremely unpleasant.

He suddenly recalled when he was at the Third Layer of the Fengxu Secret Realm, that overwhelming river of blood-red color, that blood-colored great formation that could exist for millions of years and imprison countless spiritual senses.

"Purple Flame Domain, rise." Xiao Yi whispered forcefully, unveiling endless purple flames.

"Burn for me."

The terrifying purple flame instantly raged inside him, quickly burning the endless blood color.

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Third update.