Soul Emperor Martial God

"Is there really no way to break the formation?"

The Young Mountain Master whispered to the Black Poison Saint King beside him.

The Black Poison Saint King shook his head, "This Star Illusion Sword Formation is not an ordinary sword skill."

"I once heard that in the Ancient Times, there was a Supreme Expert who controlled the power of starlight."

"Because of this starlight power, he was able to dominate the Central Region during the Ancient Times."

"If I am not mistaken, this little thief Xiao Yi must have inherited from that Senior Xinghuan."

"Additionally, this little thief's formation is also extremely strong."

"With powerful sword skills, coupled with a strong formation, and using a Mid-grade Holy Artifact as the formation core."

"With our means, to break it in a short time is almost impossible."

The Young Mountain Master gritted his teeth.

"The most important thing," the Black Poison Saint King paused, his face looking ugly, "for some reason, I always feel like this little thief has some treasures on him."

"It is precisely this treasure that greatly amplifies the power of the formation, making it even more difficult for us to break it."

"Treasure?" The Young Mountain Master's eyes lit up, "Could it be a formation treasure? Do you know what it is?"

"I don't know." The Black Poison Saint King shook his head, "I can't sense it."

"Forget it, as long as we kill that little thief, everything will be ours." The Young Mountain Master sneered.

In the center of the formation, Xiao Yi stood with his hands behind his back, making no moves.

He knew the martial artists of Heavenly King Mountain were discussing how to deal with him, but he ignored it.

He was holding the Cold Flame Sword, maintaining the formation.

On the other side, the Young Mountain Master, Black Poison Saint King, and the elders of Heavenly King Mountain were still having discussions.

"It's a pity that wretched Qing Lin managed to get away."

"But I remember Master Qiu said that inside the formation barrier, there are definitely more than one Mid-grade Spirit Veins."

"Which means that the little thief Xiao Yi must have Mid-grade Spirit Veins on him."

"Killing him and snatching the Mid-grade Spirit Veins wouldn't be a loss."

"Indeed." The Black Poison Saint King sneered, "Moreover, although this formation is strong, this little thief Xiao Yi is only at the Heavenly Extreme Peak cultivation and can't hold on for long."

"Once the formation breaks, it will be his time of death."

The people of Heavenly King Mountain smirked coldly, their icy gazes fixated on Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi felt as if he were in an ice cellar, but he remained unfazed.

"Xiao Yi, little thief, I advise you to surrender now; maybe I will leave you with a whole corpse," the Young Mountain Master said smugly.

"No need to speak so early," Xiao Yi's face was cold.

"At least, for now, you can't do anything to me."

At this moment, Xiao Yi was at the formation core.

Unless the experts of Heavenly King Mountain could break the formation, they could not harm him.

"Still stubborn," the Young Mountain Master sneered, "When your Primordial Power is exhausted and the formation breaks, that will be your time of death."

Xiao Yi shrugged, not speaking.

He was well aware of the intentions of the people of Heavenly King Mountain.

They wanted to wait until the formation broke and then kill him.

With Xiao Yi's character, he would not sit still and wait for death.

Before the formation broke, within this sufficient time, he could figure out a way to escape.

He liked to act alone, because only this way could he act without restraint, with no worries in his heart.

However, just at this moment, a streak of blue light quickly returned from the distant sky.

Before the person arrived, a loud voice came, "Xiao Yi, are you alright?"

Xiao Yi's face changed drastically, "Damn it, Qing Lin, why are you coming back?"

"Of course, to assist you." Whoosh... a streak of blue light instantly entered the formation; it was Qing Lin.

Qing Lin was all smiles, "Well, it's good that you're not dead yet."

"Now it's really prepared for death," Xiao Yi's face was furious to the extreme.

If he were alone, he would have bigger leverage.

With Qing Lin back, he had one more concern.

Who would have thought, Qing Lin shrugged, mirroring Xiao Yi's action, "I know what you're thinking."

"You're just worried about me, right."

"But I don't care, although I don't know what backup you have, or what confidence you rely on."

"But I know, you're just gambling, not really having a hundred percent certainty."

"What if you fail?" Qing Lin stared straight at Xiao Yi.

"Instead of coming back to bury you later, it's better to fight alongside you."

"You..." Xiao Yi gritted his teeth, and the next second, he sighed, "Forget it."

"Since you're back, prepare to take me away."

"What do you intend to do?" Qing Lin frowned and asked.

"You'll know in a bit." Xiao Yi replied irritably, "Remember, be ready, and escape with me at the fastest speed later."

"Alright." Qing Lin nodded.

The two conversed in low voices, and Xiao Yi also put up a barrier to block the sound.

The experts of Heavenly King Mountain could not hear Xiao Yi and Qing Lin's conversation, but they were confident.

Time gradually passed.

Another hour later, Xiao Yi's face gradually turned pale.

"The formation is about to break," Xiao Yi said in a deep voice.

In front, the Young Mountain Master's face lit up with joy, "Prepare ourselves, that little thief's Primordial Power can't hold on anymore, this formation will naturally break any moment now."

Ten seconds later.

Bang... with a slight sound, the formation instantly shattered.

"Now's the time, seize those two little thieves," the Young Mountain Master shouted violently.

"Yes." The experts of Heavenly King Mountain accepted the command and instantly took action.

At the same time, Xiao Yi also shouted violently, "Now, Qing Lin, be ready."

As the words fell, Xiao Yi grasped the Cold Flame Sword, drawing a beautiful sword flower in front of him.

The blooming of the sword flower, the sword tip pointed towards the experts of Heavenly King Mountain.

Grasping the sword, the strike was smooth and fluid, well-prepared.

"Cold Ice, Sword Dance," Xiao Yi roared.

Countless snowflakes fell from the sky instantly.

The experts of Heavenly King Mountain were first surprised, then their faces turned cold.

"Thought this little thief had some trick again, but it's nothing much."

"These snowflakes seem mighty, but they can't hurt us at the Saint King Realm."

The experts of Heavenly King Mountain hesitated for a second, then took action again.

However, the next second, their expressions drastically changed.

Hiss... hiss... hiss...

As the snowflakes fell, landing on them, it emitted a hissing sound.

Their shoulders, chests, and faces, wherever touched by the snowflakes, oozed blood immediately.

Each snowflake was like a sharp blade.

The sword dance within the snow was elegant and beautiful, yet the most lethal and sharp attack.

"How is this possible, such terrifying Sword Intent." The Black Poison Saint King was the first to react.

An aged pair of eyes stared straight at Xiao Yi.

At this moment, the Cold Flame Sword in Xiao Yi's hand had long disappeared.

Replaced by a sharp sword with an ice-blue body, exuding a purple martial soul.

"Heh." Xiao Yi let out a cold laugh, "Die, Ice Sword Dance."

Xiao Yi slashed with his sword, the sky full of snow and ice went on a rampage.

The pieces of snowflakes unleashed their power and upon touching everyone, drew blood.

All shoulders, chests, and faces bled the moment they came into contact with the snowflakes.

The seemingly harmless snowflakes unleashed hell, an attack with supreme Sword Intent.

"How could this be, such terrifying sword intent." The Black Poison Saint King's aged eyes stared straight at Xiao Yi.

At this moment, the Cold Flame Sword in Xiao Yi's hand was long gone.

It was replaced by the Illusion Sword.

"Hah," Xiao Yi sneered coldly, "die, Ice Sword Dance."

Xiao Yi let out a roar, and the boundless snowstorm went berserk in an instant.

The pieces of snowflakes fell, grazing and slicing through everyone, producing a continuous hissing sound.

Their skin bled the moment the snowflakes touched them.

"How could this be, such terrifying Sword Intent," the Black Poison Saint King exclaimed as he realized the truth.

What he saw now was a Supreme Sword Cultivator.

"Haha," Xiao Yi laughed coldly, "perish, Cold Ice Sword Dance."

With a loud slash, Xiao Yi sent the entire field of snow and ice surging wildly.

Once before, he used the Ice Phoenix Sword to perform the Cold Ice Sea Covering Slash, and that once cost him the entire Ice Mountain within him.

This time, he used the Ice Phoenix Sword as well, performing the Ice Sword Dance.

He glanced introspectively, and the Ice Mountain inside him had already vanished.

All this, for this one sword strike.

The power, Xiao Yi had already witnessed.

Enough, it's time to run.

"All right, Qing Lin, let's go." Xiao Yi, face as pale as paper, said weakly.

"Alright." Qing Lin was already prepared, instantly pulling Xiao Yi to flee.

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