Soul Emperor Martial God

Han Cang, Muu Bing, Feng Huayue, and three others joined forces to attack Xiao Yi.

The Frost Sword appeared in Xiao Yi's hands out of thin air.

Clang...Clang...Clang...

As Xiao Yi's figure flickered and shifted, he easily parried the group's encirclement with his Frost Sword.

With a thud, Han Cang's fist was covered with Ice Flame as he attacked again.

"Xiao Yi, the six of us together, even the Snowy Vajra Ape wouldn't last a few moves against us."

"Do you think you still stand a chance?"

Han Cang sneered, his Ice Flame fist mercilessly pounding toward Xiao Yi.

At the same time, Muu Bing struck with all his might.

On Muu Bing's palm lingered an extremely mystical yet shockingly powerful force, continuously swirling around it.

In less than a second, this swirling force had condensed into something compact.

An immensely huge power was instantly compressed into his palm.

It wasn't hard to imagine that once Muu Bing's palm strike landed, the power unleashed would be terrifyingly formidable.

"Xiao Yi, I wanted a fair fight with you."

"Unfortunately, I cannot defy my master's orders; I am sorry."

Muu Bing showed a hint of apology but still struck with full force.

Even among those with peak combat power, there are levels of strength.

Muu Bing and Han Cang, these two were clearly the strongest among the six.

The two, with a punch and a palm strike, attacked together.

Xiao Yi's brows furrowed slightly as he thrust the Frost Sword twice.

Clang...Clang.

The attacks from their hands dissipated, one after another.

Xiao Yi was pushed back several tens of meters.

"Hahaha, Xiao Yi, is this the extent of your strength?" Feng Huayue, along with the other three, attacked Xiao Yi from behind.

Xiao Yi turned around, swinging the Frost Sword.

Thump...Thump...

Xiao Yi was again repelled several tens of meters, shaking back to his original position.

At this rate, Xiao Yi seemed likely to be constantly worn down by the joint efforts of these six, until he was seriously injured and defeated.

By now, Muu Bing and Han Cang attacked again together.

Xiao Yi parried the attacks with his sword while frowning and asking, "All six of you are Heavenly Talents from the Extreme Cold Land."

"I can understand your teaming up."

"But it's impossible for all the Martial Artists below to join forces."

Nearly fifteen hundred Martial Artists below, the majority of them Heavenly Talents from various forces.

Were these people really teaming up with the Heavenly Talents from the Extreme Cold Land?

Impossible.

Even if the four great forces—the Ice Palace, another palace, two Sect Hierarchies—joined to apply pressure, they couldn't possibly make the various forces compromise.

At this moment, Xiao Yi was pushed back again.

From behind, Feng Huayue and the other four attacked in unison.

Feng Huayue said with a smug laugh, "Xiao Yi, someone doesn't want you to take first place, doesn't want you to have the Ice Heart Holy Fruit, so you won't get it."

"Who?" Xiao Yi asked as he parried with his sword.

Feng Huayue's face was full of smugness, about to say something.

On the other side, Han Cang snapped harshly, "Feng Huayue, do you want to die? Watch your mouth."

At his words, Feng Huayue's face changed, and he closed his mouth.

Xiao Yi's eyes narrowed.

Someone doesn't want him to take first place, doesn't want him to have the Ice Heart Holy Fruit?

And this person could make the forces compromise, uniting all the talented Martial Artists to join hands?

At this time, Han Cang attacked again, saying coldly, "Xiao Yi, the Ice Heart Holy Fruit is a rarity encountered only once every thousand years; it is a Ninth-grade Sacred Fruit."

"If we Martial Artists consume it, our Cultivation will greatly increase."

"Even Extreme Realm Experts would benefit greatly from it."

"With such treasures, everyone covets them."

"You, Genius of the Sky-splitting Sword Sect, are the strongest participant here."

"Naturally, we various forces have to join hands to defeat you first."

This year's Ice Edge Conference is particularly grand, surpassing all previous ones.

The reason is the emergence of the Ice Heart Holy Fruit.

However, the credibility of Han Cang's words is questionable.

Furthermore, Xiao Yi did not believe that Han Cang would specifically explain this to him.

There must be more to it.

Xiao Yi's brows furrowed, and with a slight wave of his sword, he repelled Han Cang.

"It seems you won't speak, so be it," Xiao Yi shook his head.

"How so, you think you can defeat us?" Han Cang sneered coldly.

But that sneer suddenly froze.

Because the Xiao Yi he saw had turned into a residual image and vanished from the spot.

The next second.

When he came back to his senses, a sword brimming with killing intent and coldness was already at his throat.

Had it not been for the quick reaction of Muu Bing beside him, who with a palm strike knocked away the cold sword, he might already be a dead man.

"Such fast speed, such a terrifying strike, is this the legendary Wandering Cloud Killing Sword?" Han Cang's face turned ashen.

At this moment, Han Cang had no time for surprise.

Because Muu Bing's just-given assistance resulted in the next sword strike from Xiao Yi, which he couldn't dodge in time.

With a clang of sword ringing.

The Frost Sword, fiercely pressed against Muu Bing's expression.

Muu Bing was directly blasted away, falling outside the Martial Arts Arena.

Without Muu Bing, Han Cang alone was even less able to withstand Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi chopped out with his sword.

Han Cang, after all, had peak combat power and barely dodged, evading the vital point.

But his fate was the same as Muu Bing's, being blown to the ground and falling outside the Martial Arts Arena.

Afterward, Xiao Yi turned around and casually unleashed a few strands of Sword Qi toward Feng Huayue and his group.

In Xiao Yi's eyes, Feng Huayue and his group were mere ants.

If a few strands of Sword Qi could kill them, then kill; if not, Xiao Yi couldn't be bothered to pursue.

Bang Bang Bang Bang... four consecutive explosions.

Feng Huayue and his group were similarly blasted away, falling outside the Martial Arts Arena.

Xiao Yi didn't take another glance, his figure flashed, and he appeared beside Zhong Wuyou and others.

That siege of nearly fifteen hundred people had originally been unable to trouble Zhong Wuyou and his team.

But these people had chosen the tactic of fighting in turns, constantly depleting them, thus making Zhong Wuyou and his group repeatedly fall behind.

Xiao Yi's arrival immediately relieved everyone's disadvantage.

Outside the Martial Arts Arena.

Han Cang and others had faces that were extremely ugly.

"Damn, is that guy a monster, how could he be so strong?"

Muu Bing's face was filled with despondence.

"The same age as me, yet his strength surpasses even the Sect Hierarch's."

"How could such a monster exist in this world?"

Han Cang, Muu Bing, and the other six had complex expressions on their faces.

In mid-air, the Ice Palace Great Elder, who was also the referee of this tournament, had his face constantly changing.

His eyes filled with astonishment when he looked at Xiao Yi.

Of course, he was still quickly announcing the ranks.

"One thousand four hundred seventy-nine, Muu Bing."

"One thousand four hundred seventy-eight, Han Cang."

"One thousand four hundred seventy-seven, Feng Huayue."

"..."

Simultaneously, the number of people on the Martial Arts Arena was still rapidly decreasing.

And this was due to the elegant figure moving about upon the stage.

The steps of the figure were extremely delicate and as graceful as clouds.

As the figure flashed past, it was like white clouds dancing.

With each step, a person was blasted off the Martial Arts Arena.

In just a short time, nearly a hundred people had been defeated by his sword.

It was none other than Xiao Yi.

In mid-air, the Ice Palace Great Elder's mouth was moving quickly, his face horribly contorted.

"One thousand three hundred forty-eight, Shuang Buxiu."

"One thousand three hundred forty-seven, Hua Zijie."

"One thousand three hundred forty-six, Xu Pobing."

"..."

The Ice Palace Great Elder's mouth moved swiftly for a full ten minutes.

During this time, there was not a moment's pause.

And now, on the vast Martial Arts Arena, only seven people remained.

All from... the Sky-splitting Sword Sect!

...

The second update.