Soul Emperor Martial God

"No, what nonsense are you talking about."

Qing Lin's expression changed, and he glared coldly at Xiao Yi.

"Trust me, I've got it under control," Xiao Yi said seriously.

Ahead, the Young Mountain Master and others watched the two with cold eyes.

The Young Mountain Master did not interrupt, simply stood with his arms crossed, his face brimming with confidence.

In his view, Xiao Yi and Qing Lin were cornered, and taking their lives was merely a matter of words.

"Young Mountain Master, it seems these two are ungrateful," the Black Poison Saint King sneered beside him.

"Why not leave them to me?"

"I assure you, I will let them endure the most terrifying tortures under the sky, worse than death."

"There's no rush," the Young Mountain Master said playfully, "Watching two little mice struggle before their demise is quite amusing."

"I've decided on the Mid-grade Spirit Veins."

"Let's have them leave some last words first."

"Young Mountain Master, truly benevolent and magnanimous," the surrounding martial artists flattered.

With Xiao Yi and Qing Lin.

Xiao Yi's expression was incredibly earnest.

If he sacrificed somewhat, he was absolutely confident in holding off these Heavenly King Mountain powerhouses and getting away afterward.

"Impossible, we leave together," Qing Lin refused to leave.

"Now is not the time to argue," Xiao Yi's face was somewhat unsightly.

"Forget it, if you won't go, then you won't go."

"That's more like it," Qing Lin smiled, "We promised to venture together, return to the academy together, if we're leaving, we leave together."

"Naturally, I also trust in your capability."

"If we fight, we'll fight fiercely, and I'll be ready to escape at any time, but the precondition is to leave with you."

"Alright," Xiao Yi nodded.

Of course, the two couldn't simply hand over the Mid-grade Spirit Veins; they could only stand and fight.

However, just as they were about to make a move, a light flashed in their midst.

"It's the Task Scroll." Their expressions changed dramatically.

The gleaming Task Scroll indicated there were other academic disciples nearby.

"Damn it, why are academic disciples showing up now?" Qing Lin gritted his teeth.

With a formidable enemy before them and making it difficult for them to escape, another academic disciple would only make their position more problematic.

"It seems you cannot leave first," Xiao Yi chuckled coldly.

"With the ruthlessness of Heavenly King Mountain, they won't spare any academic disciple."

"You take this person away first and I will catch up with you."

"Damn, a burden arrives at this time," Qing Lin's expression turned grim.

"Alright, be careful yourself."

The two immediately formed a plan, a fleeting battle intent flashing on their faces.

Ahead, the Young Mountain Master's eyes narrowed, "Two little mice, seem they want to fight back."

"Then kill them all."

The cold order fell.

The surrounding Heavenly King Mountain powerhouses immediately grinned fiercely, "Yes, Young Mountain Master."

The most arrogant and sneering among them was the Black Poison Saint King.

"You little thieves, killed my Mountain Villa martial artists, destroyed my Black Poison Villa, today the old man wants repayment in blood."

A group of strong adversaries swiftly made their move.

Xiao Yi and Qing Lin smirked coldly as they instantly attacked.

However, just at this moment, from afar, an overwhelming aura swept rapidly.

Without making a move, the terrifying aura had already swept in.

Under this aura, the Black Poison Saint King and his powerhouses halted instantly, "So powerful, Peak of Saint King Realm."

"When did the Cloud River Region have a Peak of Saint King Realm expert?" The Young Mountain Master's brow furrowed.

Xiao Yi and Qing Lin's expressions changed as well.

Whoosh... Seconds later, a figure descended from the sky.

The newcomer was a gentleman, approximately thirty years old.

His demeanor was exceptionally distinguished.

The ethereal aura and handsome face attracted attention, truly a refined gentleman.

"So strong," Xiao Yi glanced at the newcomer, his face shocked.

The newcomer stood between the Heavenly King Mountain martial artists and Xiao Yi and Qing Lin.

"Who are you?" The Young Mountain Master asked with a serious expression, "Heavenly King Mountain's business is none of your concern, leave quickly."

"Heavenly King Mountain's business, leave quickly?" The man mused aloud, his voice full of ridicule.

But in the next second, the man's expression turned cold.

"The Black Cloud Region is named after my Black Cloud Academy."

"Since when does Heavenly King Mountain dare to tell my Black Cloud Academy disciples to leave?"

"During my absence from the Black Cloud Region, Heavenly King Mountain dares to surround and kill my Black Cloud Academy disciples?"

The man's cold words instantly changed the expressions of the Heavenly King Mountain powerhouses.

"Huh?" Xiao Yi and Qing Lin were shocked by the words, then pleasantly surprised.

They looked at the flashing Task Scroll in their arms.

The man before them turned out to be an academic disciple.

"Is it him?" Qing Lin looked at the man before them, his face startled.

"You know him?" Xiao Yi puzzledly asked.

"Of course," Qing Lin smiled joyously, "This is Senior Brother Mo Youu, I almost didn't recognize him after two years."

"Mo Youu?" Xiao Yi frowned slightly.

"Yes," Qing Lin said smilingly, "He's almost among the earliest batch of academy disciples, joined long before I did."

"Thirteen years ago, during the Hundred Schools Battle, he was just in his early twenties, yet he dominated the Chief of Heavenly Hidden Twelve Peaks, making quite the name at the time and earned great fame."

"However, for some unknown reason, he abandoned the contest, and our Black Cloud Academy eventually ended up ranked twelfth."

"He's been wandering outside for years, why did he come back today."

Qing Lin said, showing a puzzled look.

Ahead, among the Heavenly King Mountain martial artists, several elders, including the Black Poison Saint King, immediately recognized the man.

"It's you, Mo Youu?" The Black Poison Saint King's face instantly darkened.

"Oh?" The man, Mo Youu, chuckled playfully, "I've not returned for a few years, yet some still remember me."

"Though I do recognize a few of you, Black Poison Saint King, and several elders of Heavenly King Mountain."

The Young Mountain Master's eyes turned cold, "Mo Youu, I've heard of your name, but this matter is beyond you."

"Quickly retreat, otherwise don't blame us."

"Is that so?" Mo Youu mocked, "You can try."

"Seeking death," the Young Mountain Master sneered, "Attack, he's merely one person, could he possibly withstand all us powerhouses?"

"Yes," the powerhouses responded and attacked.

It was at this moment, clang... a sword ringing sounded in the air.

The man didn't make any moves, simply stood with his arms crossed.

In the air, suddenly, Sword Intent surged, the wind and clouds changed.

The garments of Heavenly King Mountain's powerhouses rustled, those wielding weapons found their weapons humming constantly.

"What a terrifying aura," Black Poison Saint King's expression changed, his pair of old palms trembled involuntarily.

The man used merely his Sword Intent to oppress the aura of many Saint King Realm powerhouses.

"Heh," the man mocked, "Since you've heard of my name, Mo Youu."

"You should know, my sword rarely unsheathes, if it does, blood must be shed."

"Think it over."

"You..." The Heavenly King Mountain powerhouses instantly halted, showing a wary expression, no longer moving.

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