Soul Emperor Martial God

The golden flames instantly engulfed Xiao Yi's body.

Below the flames, a sharp and equally terrifying aura filled the air.

It felt like being inside a furnace, while also enduring the torture of a thousand cuts.

Almost in an instant, Xiao Yi was severely injured under the flames.

The dreadful sharp aura carved numerous fierce bloodstains across his body.

At that moment, Blood River sneered coldly.

He struck out with his palm again, aiming straight for Xiao Yi's heart.

Xiao Yi's pupils constricted; if this palm hit, he would undoubtedly die.

Without a doubt, Blood River wanted his life.

Xiao Yi's reaction was incredibly fast.

Just as Blood River's palm was about to strike his heart,

his body twisted strangely, like a spiritual snake.

He narrowly dodged Blood River's lethal palm.

But Blood River's palm still hit his shoulder.

With a loud bang, Xiao Yi was sent flying by that palm.

"Phew." Xiao Yi spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

At this moment, he was still surrounded by flames.

"Disperse," Xiao Yi gritted his teeth and shouted lowly.

Extreme cold burst forth, barely extinguishing the flames on his body.

In fact, this extreme coldness was much stronger than the flames.

His Sword Dao was also far superior to those sharp auras.

However, the gap in cultivation between him and Blood River was too great.

When the flames dissipated, what was revealed was Xiao Yi's extremely disheveled figure.

Fresh blood overflowed from his mouth; his body was covered in countless bloodstains, his clothes dyed dark red.

The arm that had been hit before was now broken and hung powerlessly.

"Xiao Yi." Liu Yanran's figure flashed, instantly arriving by Xiao Yi's side.

Everything had happened too quickly.

From Blood River making his move, to Xiao Yi being engulfed by the flames, and then being sent flying and severely injured,

it was all in the blink of an eye.

Such was the power of a Heavenly Origin Ninth Layer Martial Artist, such was the terror of a peak powerhouse.

Just two palms had left Xiao Yi severely injured and almost powerless.

"Xiao Yi." Liu Yanran looked at the horrific wounds all over Xiao Yi.

Her hands wanted to lift Xiao Yi but feared hurting him.

Her face was already deathly pale; her face was already streaked with tears.

Even when she had been forced by her family to marry into Blood Mist Valley, heartbroken and helpless, she had held back her tears.

Now, seeing Xiao Yi in this state, she could no longer hold back the tears in her eyes and cried uncontrollably.

"Fool." Xiao Yi smiled gently, "Don't cry."

His other strong arm touched Liu Yanran's head.

"I'm alright, no need to cry."

"Everyone around us is an enemy, they don't deserve to see your tears."

"Rather than crying in front of the enemy, let them see your fierceness."

With that, a "clang" sounded.

Xiao Yi withdrew his hand, his Frost Sword reappearing in his grip.

Using the sword as support, Xiao Yi slowly stood up.

Elsewhere,

Blood River coldly watched Xiao Yi from a distance, feeling annoyed.

He had wanted to take Xiao Yi's life.

Previously, when he told Xiao Yi to back off, he had already anticipated that Xiao Yi would not retreat.

That way, he had an excuse to attack Xiao Yi.

In his estimation, those two palms should have been enough to kill Xiao Yi.

But he had never expected that Xiao Yi's body could twist in such a bizarre and incomprehensible manner, dodging the critical strike.

Now, Xiao Yi was clearly gravely injured and nearly powerless.

He couldn't continue to attack.

Otherwise, it would be an open provocation against the Sky-splitting Sword Sect.

Xiao Yi was the Strongest Sword Master; despite being suppressed and disregarded by the sect,

he was still one of the symbols of the Sword Dao of the Sky-splitting Sword Sect.

Just now, under the pretext of a 'misguided hand,' killing Xiao Yi could still be excused.

Now, under the watchful eyes of many, making a move again would be an intentional killing.

"Northern Mountain Sword Master, step back," Blood River said indifferently.

"This old man does not wish to harm you, but do not persist obstinately any longer."

On the other side, Xiao Yi supported himself with his sword and stood up.

He was just about to say something.

But Liu Yanran interrupted him tearfully, "Xiao Yi, just go, stop worrying about me."

"If things keep going like this, you'll die."

"Die?" Xiao Yi chuckled, "Blood River can't kill me."

Even though he looked disheveled and even quite pitiful at the moment,

his face was filled with defiance and unrestraint, along with inexplicable confidence.

He still had a chance of saving his life.

"I'll say it again, no one can force you to do what you don't want to."

"Just stay behind me."

With that, Xiao Yi pointed straight with the Frost Sword.

"Stubborn fool." Blood River said angrily, but a cold sneer echoed in his heart.

"Northern Mountain Sword Master, if you insist on being reckless and unreasonable, don't blame this old man for being impolite."

"Get him, capture Northern Mountain Sword Master and Liu Yanran."

With a wave of his hand, the Blood Mist Valley Martial Artists surged forth again.

His plan was simple; amidst the chaos, to "accidentally" kill Xiao Yi.

Blood River and hundreds of Blood Mist Valley Martial Artists instantly attacked Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi scoffed coldly.

He knew Blood River wanted him dead.

Over the months, he had destroyed numerous stations where they concocted the Blood Intent Pill.

This certainly had angered the Blood Mist Valley, secretly supporting Bai Mohan.

Blood River, naturally, wanted him dead.

But he was not afraid. He still had a chance to save himself.

"Ice… Sky Splitting Slash," Xiao Yi shouted coldly.

He swung the Frost Sword heavily.

As the sword fell, the entire world suddenly turned snow white.

A terrifying snowstorm erupted.

The coldness and the pervasive aura of destruction made people shudder with fear.

Unlike the last time when the snowstorm covered dozens of miles, this time, it only covered about a kilometer.

Though the range had shrunk, the power had significantly increased.

Xiao Yi truly was a Martial Arts genius.

This was his second time using the Ice Sky Splitting Slash.

Yet he could already control the attack range and compress the power of the snowstorm.

Almost the instant the snowstorm appeared,

hundreds of Blood Mist Valley Martial Artists turned into ice sculptures under the blizzard and then shattered into dust.

Blood River's face changed color.

"How many more bizarre tricks does this kid have?"

Blood River was appalled inwardly.

"Break it," Blood River roared.

A golden flame burst from his hand, shattering the snowstorm.

The power of a Heavenly Origin Ninth Layer Martial Artist was indeed terrifying.

These snowstorms could defeat the twin Heavenly Origin Seventh Layers, Feng and Yun.

But they definitely wouldn't harm a Heavenly Origin Ninth Layer Martial Artist.

However, he had just broken the snowstorm.

The next second, a domineering sword force descended.

"Overestimating yourself," Blood River sneered, his body trembling slightly.

He dismantled the sword force effortlessly.

But following that came the combination of the snowstorm and the sword force.

"Break… break… break..."

Blood River continuously slapped out flames, breaking the snowstorm and sword force again and again.

Although the combination of the snowstorm and the sword force couldn't harm him, it was enough to trap him.

The Ice Sky Splitting Slash could instantly severely injure Feng and Yun.

Breaking the Martial Technique jointly used by the two.

Its power was far above the Seventh Layer of the Heavenly Origin.

Perhaps it didn't reach the Ninth Layer of the Heavenly Origin, but combined with the sword force, managing to trap Blood River for a few seconds was still achievable.

"Kid, let's see how many times you can perform an attack at this level," Blood River stared coldly at Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi sneered, his hand filled with a large amount of Elixir Elixir, appearing out of thin air.

Then, he threw handfuls of Elixir Elixir into his mouth.

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The first update.