Soul Emperor Martial God

It was still that dazzling, vast ice palace square.

The Ice Palace disciples finished with registration and records, as Ice Palace Elders appeared to explain the rules of the third round.

The only difference now was that behind Xiao Yi and his group, there stood a contingent of Sword Sect experts.

The various martial artists participating in the Ice Edge Conference, aside from a small number of Independent Martial Artists,

were all accompanied by powerful figures from their own factions.

It had to be said, the Sword Sect experts stood among the other factions' powerhouses without seeming overshadowed, exuding an aura of intimidation instead.

Aside from the Everday Palace Master and the Snow Blade Sect Master—both Extreme Realm Experts—

the Sword Sect experts could be placed on the same level as those from a major sect or a great teaching.

Back to the matter at hand.

The Ice Palace Great Elder spoke loudly, "Does anyone have any doubts?"

If not, the third round of the Ice Edge Conference, the Fortune of the Holy Fruit, is about to begin."

No one spoke.

The Ice Palace Elders nodded their heads and then shouted in unison, "Begin."

As soon as the words were out, the ground trembled.

The experts from all sides quickly retreated.

Soon, a massive block of cold ice rose from the ground.

This colossal icy giant exceeded the size of the ice palace square, taking up more than half of the entire Everday Ice Palace.

The ice formed a perfect square, crystal clear and exceedingly smooth.

This was, in fact, a martial arts arena made entirely of cold ice.

At the same time, snow and wind swirled around the perimeter of the icy martial arts arena.

As the wind and snow passed, seats for the audience materialized out of nowhere.

Naturally, the spectator seats were also made of cold ice.

At a glance, this was like an astonishing masterpiece by an ice sculpting master.

The third round, entitled the Fortune of the Holy Fruit, was naturally associated with various precious and unparalleled Holy Fruits.

The third round was also the final round of the Ice Edge Conference.

This would determine the ownership of the 'Ice Heart Holy Fruit,' and also the round where participants reaped the greatest rewards.

The fortunes of this round would be decided by the strength of the martial artists themselves.

One thousand five hundred participants will battle it out in this icy martial arts arena to determine victory and defeat, and thus decide the rankings.

This will also be the final ranking for this Ice Edge Conference.

At this moment, the participants stood on the icy martial arts arena.

The viewing seats around were also filled with experts from various factions.

The Ice Palace Great Elder stood in midair above the arena and said loudly, "Does anyone have doubts or questions about the rules of the third round?"

No one asked any questions.

The Ice Palace Great Elder nodded and said, "If there are none, please prepare yourselves. The round will officially begin after the time it takes to drink a cup of tea."

The third round was a free-for-all fight, with rules that were both brutal and straightforward.

One thousand five hundred people would fight in a melee within the arena.

The battle would continue until only one person remained on the martial arts arena, which would signify the end.

The entire martial arts arena spanned tens of miles, sufficiently vast.

The rankings would be determined by the order in which the participants failed.

Death, surrender, or leaving the confines of the martial arts arena—all constituted failure.

The first to fail would be the last in the rankings, and so on in descending order.

The person who endured to the end on this martial arts arena would be the first.

He would also be the first place winner of the Ice Edge Conference.

At this point, Xiao Yi and his group were chatting leisurely on the martial arts arena.

Confident in their own strength, they saw no need for any preparation.

Han Cang, Feng Huayue, and others suddenly approached.

"Oh, you all seem quite confident," Han Cang said with a sly smile.

"With strength comes confidence," Zhong Wuyou replied with a cold laugh.

Then, he extended a finger and pointed at the people beside him.

"Xiao Yi, Bai Bingxue, Ling Yu, Lin Jin, Liu Yanran, hmm, and Ye Ming, you count too," he said.

Zhong Wuyou hesitated for a moment when he pointed at Ye Ming,

and then arrogantly proclaimed, "Together, the seven of us own the top seven rankings of the third round."

"You..." The faces of Han Cang and the others turned cold, then their expressions shifted to mockingly amused.

"Feeling proud, eh? We'll let you swagger for a moment longer."

"Top seven rankings? Hmph, believe it or not, you'll be the last seven?"

"Hahaha!" Zhong Wuyou burst into laughter, "Brat, don't bite your tongue with all that hot air."

"I'll settle the scores from the previous two rounds with you all in due time."

In the blink of an eye, the time it took to drink a cup of tea had passed.

"The Martial Arts battle, begin!" the Ice Palace Great Elder shouted loudly.

As his voice faded.

The battle ignited in an instant.

"Xiao Yi, do you dare to fight?" Han Cang and Feng Huayue snorted coldly.

Han Cang, Muu Bing, Feng Huayue, along with three other Heavenly Talents from the Extreme Cold Land, a total of six people, joined forces to attack Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi had already anticipated this and, with a flash, ascended by Controlling the Air.

Though he did not fear these six, Xiao Yi did not want his own battle to affect Zhong Wuyou and the others.

They had their own battles to fight.

Swoosh... swoosh... swoosh...

It was just as Xiao Yi hovered in the air.

The six people had already immediately surrounded him.

Ice Flame, Sword Energy, Cold Ice Palm Wind... A series of attacks rapidly struck towards him.

Xiao Yi did not take them seriously and casually sent out Sword Qi.

With his strength, killing these six was as easy as turning his hand.

But, unexpectedly, something surprising happened.

Xiao Yi's Sword Qi was instantly shattered by the attacks of the six people.

Then, the Ice Flame, Sword Energy, and other attacks landed on Xiao Yi's body without any hindrance.

Boom... boom... boom... six consecutive loud impacts.

Xiao Yi was engulfed in a burst of energy explosion.

"Hahaha..." Han Cang laughed loudly, "Xiao Yi, today this young master will have you dead."

After the explosion, the figure of Xiao Yi inside was revealed.

At that moment, Xiao Yi, unscathed, his gentlemanly attire fluttering in the snow, exuded an unrivaled elegance.

"Peak Combat Power?" Xiao Yi frowned slightly.

Correct, at this moment, Han Cang and the six were actually at Peak Combat Power.

This was why the Sword Qi that he had casually released was shattered by their attacks.

However, this place was certainly not the Extreme Cold Ice Sea.

The secret technique of these six people couldn't possibly have such a huge boost.

"Cold Ice Marrow," Xiao Yi's eyes narrowed as he realized.

He clearly felt the pure aura of Cold Ice Marrow on these six people,

and concurrently, it carried an astonishing Extreme Cold power.

"So that's it," Xiao Yi instantly understood.

These six people had absorbed a great amount of Cold Ice Marrow.

However, they did not use it to transform into Primordial Power to increase their Cultivation.

Instead, they used the pure force of the Cold Ice Marrow directly as a source of power for their 'Secret Technique.'

The pure power of the Cold Ice Marrow, in a momentary burst, allowed their 'Secret Technique' to be maximally effective.

This allowed them to possess temporary Peak Combat Power.

But such a method was too extravagant.

Once their 'Secret Technique' had exhausted the Cold Ice Marrow, their combat power would return to its original state,

and their Cultivation would not have increased at all.

"It seems that a hundred pounds of Cold Ice Marrow would still not be enough," Xiao Yi's eyes turned cold.

"Hehe," Han Cang sneered, "Xiao Yi, I said before, this round, the last seven, would belong to you guys."

"Eh?" Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows.

His gaze shifted downward.

There, among the one thousand five hundred Martial Artists, there was, in fact, no battle between them.

Instead, they were ganging up on Zhong Wuyou and the other six.

"You all teamed up?" Xiao Yi's expression turned icy.

"It's too late to realize it now," the resentment in Han Cang's eyes flickered and vanished.

The six, all six Peak Combat Power experts, struck out simultaneously.

From afar, around the spectators' seats.

The experts from various forces seem to have anticipated the situation unfolding on the Martial Arts Arena.

One after another, they smiled with amusement.

A multitude of mocking gazes converged on the Sky-splitting Sword Sect warriors.

It was clear that everyone was waiting for the Sky-splitting Sword Sect to embarrass themselves.

Waiting to see this Martial Arts Holy Land rank at the bottom in this Ice Edge Conference.

Over at the Sky-splitting Sword Sect's spectators' area.

The Sect Leader and the elders remained silent, their faces indifferent.

The Great Elder scornfully glanced at the mocking crowd and sneered.

"A bunch of fools, not to mention these mere one thousand five hundred Martial Artists on the stage."

"Even if all of you renowned experts all went up together, you wouldn't be enough for Xiao Yi to kill in one go."

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First release.