Soul Emperor Martial God

The whole Ice Mountain within his body was instantly exhausted, and Xiao Yi became extremely weak in an instant.

This was no longer just the depletion of Primordial Power.

The Ice Phoenix Sword in his hand had already disappeared.

Qing Lin dragged his extremely weak form and quickly flew up.

"I must say, Xiao Yi, your Sword Martial Soul is really monstrous."

"The last time you forcibly slashed open the formation barrier, I thought it was impressive."

"I didn't expect it to be even more terrifying now."

Qing Lin had witnessed the power of the Ice Phoenix Sword last time when it broke the formation barrier in Cloud Sea Dangerous Land.

This time, it instantly devoured many Heavenly King Mountain experts, including those in the Saint King Realm, shocking everyone to the extreme.

"Ha." Xiao Yi gasped, managing a weak smile, "This sword of mine comes at a heavy price."

"Stop talking, just run quickly."

"Don't worry." Qing Lin flew swiftly, "Whether those Heavenly King Mountain scumbags can survive your Wind Snow Sword Dance is uncertain."

"Let alone catching up to us."

Within just a few breaths, the two had already flown out of the Heavenly King Mountain range.

Just as the two were about to breathe a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, a hum exploded in the sky.

"Two young friends, coming to my Heavenly King Mountain, why leave so hurriedly?"

Bang... An old voice boomed in the sky, then spread, as if it shattered the entire sky.

The shattering sky was filled with cracks, like a net covering the heaven and earth, instantly sealing all range for the two.

"Not good." Their faces changed dramatically.

Before they could respond, a monstrous force had forcibly pulled them back.

Boom... The two crashed heavily back onto the Mountain Gate Square, creating a loud impact on the ground.

"So strong." Xiao Yi's face changed drastically, vomiting large mouthfuls of blood.

Qing Lin also spat large mouthfuls of blood, his body covered in blood.

That old voice had easily inflicted severe injuries on the two.

"Disperse."

In mid-air, the old voice sounded again.

The Ice Sword Dance that had been raging on the Mountain Gate Square instantly dissipated.

Inside, the Young Mountain Master, Black Poison Saint King, and others were in a sorry state, covered in sword wounds.

"It's the Old Mountain Master." Everyone showed joy, looking towards the back of Heavenly King Mountain.

Swish... A figure flew through the air, then gracefully landed.

The newcomer was an old man.

"Greetings, Old Mountain Master." The Heavenly King Mountain experts saluted.

"Grandfather." The Young Mountain Master exclaimed.

"Hmm." The old man nodded, glanced at the mess on the Mountain Gate Square around him, and frowned with displeasure.

"I merely went into seclusion for a while, and Heavenly King Mountain ended up like this."

"Old Mountain Master, please calm your anger." Everyone's face changed.

The old man waved his hand, ignoring them, but focused his gaze on Xiao Yi and Qing Lin.

No, more accurately, he focused solely on Xiao Yi.

"Young friend's methods truly amaze me."

"Just at the Heavenly Extreme Peak cultivation, yet able to give my Heavenly King Mountain experts a hard time and even leave them helpless."

"Your Ice Sword Dance earlier, though it seemed like snowflakes drifting, each snowflake contained your overwhelming sword intent."

"Countless snowflakes, yet they contain such precise, sharp sword intent."

"Impressive, truly impressive; the words supreme sword cultivator may not be enough to describe you, this monster."

The old man admired Xiao Yi several times.

Xiao Yi remained silent because he knew it was useless to speak.

The old man seemed to admire him, seemed calm, but his words were filled with killing intent.

With each compliment, the killing intent in his tone grew stronger.

Sure enough, the old man stared directly at Xiao Yi, smirking coldly, "A supreme monster like you, a genius sword cultivator."

"You have offended my Heavenly King Mountain, and if I don't eliminate you today, there will be endless troubles in the future."

"You destroyed my Heavenly King Mountain's Mountain Gate Square, injured my experts, and blood-washed many forces under my mountain."

"Young friend, even if you die a hundred times, it would be hard to compensate the old man."

"However." The old man paused, sneering, "The treasures on you, and those mid-grade spirit veins, are quite nice things."

"Old thing." Qing Lin shouted angrily, "If you want our stuff, just come and get it if you can."

Xiao Yi squinted his eyes, already prepared for battle.

"Still want to resist?" The old man shook his head with disdain.

Swish... The old man's figure suddenly disappeared from where he stood.

When he reappeared, he was already in front of Xiao Yi and Qing Lin.

Pa... Pa...

The two old palms, seemingly weak and fragile, were dry and eerie, extremely terrifying.

They gently pressed on Xiao Yi and Qing Lin's chests, but it felt like a thunderclap to them.

"Pfft."

"Pfft."

The two spat out blood simultaneously.

When they reacted, the old man was already back where he stood.

Everything happened in an instant.

"Is this the power of a Martial Arts Emperor?" Xiao Yi held himself up with one hand, clutching his chest with the other.

Qing Lin was the same.

Without using their hands to support themselves, they would have already fallen down.

"Are we going to die?" Qing Lin weakly said, blood in his mouth.

His eyes had glazed over.

With a simple palm, the old man had instantly rendered the two incapable of fighting back.

In front, the old man sneered, "Capture these two."

"Yes." The Heavenly King Mountain experts responded with sinister smiles.

The Black Poison Saint King, Young Mountain Master, and others sneered as they walked towards Xiao Yi and Qing Lin.

Xiao Yi gritted his teeth, struggling to stay conscious as his body was about to faint from weakness.

Next to him, Qing Lin gritted his teeth, "Xiao Yi, as I said before, I'm not afraid of death."

"However, before I die, I want to take a few with me."

"When I self-destruct, find a chance to run."

"No." Xiao Yi said in a low voice, "Trust me, we'll make it out alive today."

Xiao Yi's mind was already connected to the Ice Phoenix Sword.

Though heavily injured, he wasn't sure of the consequences of using the Ice Phoenix Sword again.

But he clearly knew that if he didn't use it, he would surely die today.

"Bring it on." Xiao Yi glared at the approaching Heavenly King Mountain experts and shouted fiercely.

Just as he was about to strike.

Suddenly, clang... A resonant clang echoed throughout the Mountain Gate Square.

The clang sounded like a sword's cry, as if a mountain were exploding.

The next moment, boom...

A terrifying force shot in from a distance.

A figure landed steadily on the Mountain Gate Square.

A dark iron staff struck heavily.

The entire Mountain Gate Square instantly cracked and crumbled into dust.

Yet the three-span area around Xiao Yi and Qing Lin remained untouched.

The Heavenly King Mountain experts who were sneering as they approached were sent flying hundreds of meters away, their expressions changing drastically.

"Who is it?" Qing Lin, struggling with dizzy eyes, looked at the figure.

Xiao Yi also slightly moved his head to look at the figure.

"Hui Deacon." Xiao Yi's face showed joy, his whole being instantly relaxed.

With a relaxed mind, his heavily injured body could no longer sustain him, and he fainted instantly.

Pa... Pa... The two bodies fell powerlessly to the ground.

But before they fainted, a relieved smile crept across their faces.

"Bastard, who are you?" The Heavenly King Mountain experts looked angrily at the broken Mountain Gate Square and angrily at the newcomer.

"Hehe." Hui Deacon chuckled coldly, "Captured 56 of my Black Cloud Academy disciples, now wanting to kill two more, and you still ask who I am?"

"A Martial Arts Teacher from Black Cloud Academy?" The Heavenly King Mountain expert's eyes turned cold.

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Chapter one.