Soul Emperor Martial God

"Xiao Yi..."

"Junior Brother Xiao Yi."

Everyone gasped.

"It's nothing," Xiao Yi waved his hand, his eyes cold and tightly fixed on Bing Wuying.

Bing Wuying's previous palm strike was evidently heavy.

Had it not been for his Ice Armor and superior Physical Strength, he would have been gravely injured by now and lost his fighting ability.

"Hmph, clueless," Bing Wuying, hovering in mid-air, also watched Xiao Yi and snorted coldly, though a flicker of surprise passed through his eyes.

The next second, his gaze shifted to Han Ming and others.

"So, you are Han Ming," Bing Wuying said with a satisfied smile.

"Although I've been stationed at the East Sea Coast for many years, I still revisit the Ice Martial Kingdom from time to time."

"My grandson Wujiang often mentions you."

"Seeing you today, you truly are extraordinary."

"You flatter me too much," Han Ming responded with a bow, respectfully.

"Not at all, it's not an exaggeration, you are indeed impressive," Bing Wuying stated earnestly.

"A few days ago, I returned to the Ice Martial Kingdom and heard quite a few rumors."

"I became more aware that some overconfident fools were challenging the dignity of our Ice Martial Kingdom."

"Now that I see them, they are nothing much."

"But you, on the other hand, have brought pride to our Ice Martial Kingdom, hahaha, very good, very good."

The rumors Bing Wuying mentioned naturally referred to Xiao Yi's act of killing Bing Chengtian half a year ago, which made him famous.

Speaking of which, Bing Wuying glanced at Xiao Yi playfully and said, "Violating the festival's rules, attacking another team forcefully."

"This matter was witnessed by two Demon Hunter Hall judges."

"Young man, how do you think this should be handled?"

"Bing Wuying, you are overstepping," the two Demon Hunter Hall judges interjected.

"Xiao Yi, the genius of the Sword Sect, after all, didn't really strike and injure a disciple of the Ice Flame Saint Sect."

"There wasn't even a fight started."

"It's hardly a violation."

The two Demon Hunter Hall judges appeared fairly impartial.

"How so?" Bing Wuying immediately said coldly, "Just because I appeared in time to block his attack, it doesn't count as a violation?"

"Do I need to wait for my Mystic Ice Saint Sect disciple to get injured before I act?"

The two Demon Hunter Hall judges responded gravely, "The rules are as they are, judgment has its standards."

"We merely spoke frankly."

"If Xiao Yi's attack had truly hit an Ice Flame Saint Sect disciple earlier, we would judge him for violating the rules."

"And proceed with recording the incident and deducting points."

"Standards?" Bing Wuying scoffed, "What are these standards?"

"Standards are set jointly by the commanders of all 16 fortresses."

"You Demon Hunter Hall in this round just act as judges; how can you discuss standards with me?"

"This..." The two judges hesitated, then nodded.

"If Commander Bing Wuying wishes for stricter standards, we have no objections."

"Hold on," just then, a figure swiftly flew in from afar.

It was none other than Senior Shuofeng.

Upon arriving, Shuofeng immediately appeared beside Xiao Yi and the others.

"Are you all right?" Senior Shuofeng asked.

Xiao Yi shook his head.

Shuofeng nodded, then turned to Bing Wuying, "Commander Bing Wuying, the rules of the East Sea Festival were set by all the commanders together."

"I am also one of the commanders, and I won't allow you to change it just like that."

"Hahaha," Bing Wuying laughed aloud.

"Shuofeng, you have the nerve to come?"

"From the 16 fortresses of the East Sea, each fortress with two commanders, making a total of 32 commanders."

"Every commander is at the Late-stage Extreme Realm. You alone, merely at the Third Layer, not even reaching Mid-stage Extreme Realm."

"What right do you have to oppose my decision? Or to act recklessly in front of me?"

"To put it bluntly, any Mid-stage Extreme Realm under me calling you a commander would be ashamed."

Every fortress, each with two commanders, altogether 32.

Commanding hundreds of thousands of human warriors at the East Sea Coast, their position and power are substantial.

On the side of the Flame Martial Fortress, one of the commanders is Senior Shuofeng.

The other is the predecessor of the Flame Martial King, a Late-stage Extreme Realm powerhouse.

"If it weren't for your Sky-splitting Sword Sect being one of the Martial Arts Holy Lands, do you think you could hold the position of commander at the East Sea Fortress?"

Bing Wuying scoffed disdainfully.

Senior Shuofeng narrowed his eyes and said, "Bing Wuying, would you dare to say those words to the Senior Swordswoman?"

"Sky-splitting Sword Maiden?" A flicker of apprehension crossed Bing Wuying's originally disdainful eyes.

But a second later, that flicker of apprehension disappeared.

"Hmph, that woman, though strong, I, myself, admit I am no match for her."

"However, this place is the East Sea Coast, and it's not her turn to cause a mess."

"She is not one of the stationed powerhouses of the East Sea Fortress, nor does she hold any position here."

"If I want to change the rules, she has no right to intervene."

"You..." Senior Shuofeng's face turned extremely ugly.

Two Demon Hunting Hall judges beside them spoke up, "Both commanders, this kind of dispute is pointless."

"It will only delay the time for both teams."

"The first round of competition, to slay demon beasts, lasts only seven days."

"Are you sure you want to keep bickering endlessly?"

"That's…" Bing Wuying frowned, "Well, I can't be bothered to argue with you."

Saying this, Bing Wuying waved his large hand, collecting the inner cores of four Black Sea Ghost Pythons that Xiao Yi had killed.

He handed the inner cores to Han Ming.

"These four inner cores, consider them your Sword Sect disciples' apology."

"Judges, please record the score."

"Agreed." One judge nodded and said, "Let us put this matter to rest."

"The Mystic Ice Saint Sect team can leave, and you may leave as well, Commander Bing Wuying."

"Fine." Bing Wuying sneered, eyeing the Sword Sect group.

"Sky-splitting Sword Sect, now it's just that woman holding you up."

"It won't be long before you become a mob less than a second-class force."

"I wonder how you, Shuofeng, will still have the face to sit in your position then."

With those words, Bing Wuying vanished completely.

"Outrageous." Senior Shuofeng clenched his teeth in anger.

Bai Bingxue and the others had equally ugly expressions.

"Black Sea Ghost Python, being a Level 8 demon beast, is normally unkillable by any team."

"The score for obtaining one inner core is much more than killing a hundred Black Sea Giant Demons."

"The score for four, damn it..."

Lingg Yu's eyes filled with anger.

On the other side, Han Ming's group smiled triumphantly and also turned to leave.

However, just before Han Ming left, he sent a message that clearly reached Xiao Yi and the others.

"Xiao Yi, is it? I didn't expect you to be an Alchemist and manage to save those sorry lives."

"But you won't be so lucky next time."

"My brother Han Cang died because of you."

"You Sky-splitting Sword Sect disciples won't leave the Endless Black Sea alive."

"Ha ha ha ha."

The Mystic Ice Saint Sect group finally left.

Bai Bingxue and the others looked even more troubled.

Han Ming's words had essentially admitted that the issue with the Black Sea Ghost Python had been premeditated and lured.

Moreover, their scheming and plotting were not going to stop there.

"Pfft." Just then, Ye Ming and a dozen Sword Masters simultaneously spat out a mouthful of black blood.

Their faces turned even darker.

Dozens of people even fainted instantly.

"Ye Ming." Xiao Yi was shocked and after sensing it, he said with a pale face, "Damn, the Black Poison, it's as tenacious as ever."

The Black Poison continued to erode their bodies.

"What do we do?" The three Lingg Yus showed urgency.

"Don't worry." Xiao Yi shook his head, "I'll treat them, it won't be a big issue, just a bit strenuous."

Relieved, the three Lingg Yus said, "Han Ming's bunch of villains are unpredictable and troublesome."

"They won't have another chance." Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes, his gaze towards the departing backs of the Mystic Ice Saint Sect filled with murderous intent.

"Well, rules, huh?"

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Third update.