Soul Emperor Martial God

"Kneel before me."

The voice of the Ice Emperor was filled with authority, as if it were an edict from a divine being.

"Kneel."

The voices of a hundred Extreme Realm Martial Artists carried a powerful pressure.

Under the dual pressures, Xiao Yi instantly felt as if a mountain bore down on him, the discomfort extreme.

Yet, his expression remained unchanged.

Seconds later, Xiao Yi's body began to bend slightly.

Bing Wuying and the others sneered in secret, "The little bastard is about to kneel."

However, the next second, Xiao Yi, who had just started to bend, stood up straight again.

"How is that possible." Faces of Bing Wuying, Han Ming, and the rest changed.

How could Xiao Yi withstand such immense pressure?

And how could a body that had already started bending stand up straight again?

"Hmm?" The Ice Emperor also frowned.

Xiao Yi spoke indifferently, "That bow just now was a gesture of respect toward an elder."

"Your Excellency has lived several hundreds of years longer than I, and thus are indeed my senior."

"Aside from that, any other status holds no special significance to me and has nothing to do with me."

The slight bow from Xiao Yi was meant as a modest salute.

It was solely because the Ice Emperor was an elder.

Nothing more.

The Ice Emperor's face suddenly turned dark.

"You impudent brat."

"Are you implying that this Emperor has merely wasted hundreds of years for nothing?"

"That beyond that, I warrant no further regard in your eyes?"

"Heh." Xiao Yi gave a faint smile, "If the elder chooses to think so, then so be it, there's no point in further discussion."

"You dare... How insolent." The two Great Commanders and the hundred elite warriors shouted in unison.

The angry shouts of the hundred Extreme Realm Experts caused the Black Sea to churn wildly and the skies to change color.

Xiao Yi remained silent, standing calmly, his expression unfazed.

However, the relentless pressure from all around, warping the air and causing the Spiritual Energy to rage wildly, indicated that Xiao Yi was indeed enduring superhuman oppression.

The sweat continuously seeping from his palms also indicated that he was far from at ease.

"Let us see how much longer you can hold on." The Ice Emperor narrowed his eyes.

Xiao Yi still kept silent.

Time slowly passed.

The pressure from the Ice Emperor became even more intense.

The pressure from the hundred Extreme Realm grew inexorably as well.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle...

The surrounding Spiritual Energy was directly crushed into nothingness.

Disciples of the Sword Master like Ling Yu had been repelled by the pressure right from the start.

Including the judge from the Demon Hunting Team, who had long since distanced himself.

The pressure bearing down on Xiao Yi now seemed not just a mountain but the entire heaven and earth themselves.

Hiss, hiss, hiss...

Xiao Yi's expression remained unchanged, his demeanor indifferent, his body still standing tall.

But his body was continuously bleeding.

"Give it up, boy," Bing Wuying sneered.

"Why stubbornly resist? Just kneel obediently, and you can avoid all this pain."

It was clear to any observer that Xiao Yi was in tremendous discomfort.

Time moved on once again.

Minutes later.

A series of 'crack, crack' sounds echoed.

The sounds were coming from Xiao Yi's body.

His bones, under such enormous pressure, were twisting, deforming, and even fracturing.

Another few minutes passed.

The cracking sounds became more frequent.

Xiao Yi's bones must have been broken in more than a dozen places.

"Sword Sect's Genius, kneel down first," the judge from the Demon Hall shouted immediately, "We can discuss other matters later."

"If you keep this up, you will die."

Xiao Yi simply smiled faintly, not saying a word.

"Stubborn to the end," Bing Wuying sneered.

It was clear that Xiao Yi would not kneel.

Behind the Ice Emperor stood the two Great Commanders, a hundred Extreme Realm Experts, and the ranks of the Mystic Ice Saint Sect.

For him to kneil now would be equivalent to kneeling before them all.

Of course, even if it were just the Ice Emperor alone, he would not kneel.

He, Xiao Yi, represented the Sky-splitting Sword Sect.

To kneel would mean the loss of the Sword Sect's honor.

Furthermore, he had his own pride.

Time passed again for several minutes.

Xiao Yi's body was covered in blood—his own blood.

He had become a blood man.

His bones and internal organs had long been severely damaged.

"Xiao Yi..." the Sword Sect group was in a rush, all of them extremely anxious.

Zhong Wuyou's face was ferocious, he even thought about taking action.

"Damn it, I don't care if you're the Ice Emperor or not..."

Zhong Wuyou's fists were cracking with the intensity of his grip.

But just as he was about to make a move, he was stopped by a look from Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi could no longer lift his hands.

"Junior Brother Xiao Yi, just kneel down," Ye Ming bit his teeth and said unwillingly.

"If this goes on, you will be oppressed to death alive."

Xiao Yi didn't speak, nor did he make any motion.

Several minutes later, the pressure increased significantly.

Blood began to spill from Xiao Yi's mouth, dripping incessantly.

"You really won't kneel?" the Ice Emperor frowned.

"Are you truly not afraid of me?"

Xiao Yi finally opened his mouth.

"Why kneel? Why fear?"

"Martial Artists pursue the Heaven and Earth Martial Arts, a defiance of the heavens."

"Thorns and obstacles on the path of the Martial Arts Dao are inevitable."

"If the heavens and earth cannot make a Martial Artist submit; what makes you think you can?"

"You..." For the first time, the Ice Emperor's face showed an indescribable complex expression.

He even understood why Xiao Yi had been silent all along and only spoke up now.

Xiao Yi was defiant.

Only when the Ice Emperor himself spoke first, would Xiao Yi deem it worthy of a response.

"Good, arrogant enough," the Ice Emperor gritted his teeth.

He knew he could not make this Heavenly Talent kneel.

Unless he continued to press down, crushing all of Xiao Yi's bones, breaking the bones in his legs.

Or, crushing Xiao Yi to death alive.

Otherwise, Xiao Yi would not kneel, nor would he fall.

"Disperse." The Ice Emperor suddenly shouted.

The surrounding pressure dissipated instantly.

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

The sudden release of the pressure, switching between extremes, he couldn't react in time, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"This time, I will not trouble you," the Ice Emperor said coldly.

"But, the inner cores of those Deep Sea Demon Wolves will count as points for the Mystic Ice Saint Sect team."

Saying this, the Ice Emperor waved his hand and absorbed nearly a thousand of the Deep Sea Demon Wolf's inner cores into his hand, then handed them over to Han Ming.

Indeed, there were only nearly a thousand inner cores.

Deep Sea Demon Wolves, as Extreme Realm Demon Beasts, had considerable spiritual intelligence.

Most of the Deep Sea Demon Wolves had retreated quickly when the Ice Emperor made his move.

They were monsters of the Black Sea, diving into the sea in an instant, escaping and becoming untouchable.

Unless the Ice Emperor wanted to dive into the Black Sea and hunt them down.

Thus, only about a thousand corpses of Deep Sea Demon Wolves remained, the majority had escaped.

After all was done, the Ice Emperor, the two Commanders, and a hundred elites, all left.

The Mystic Ice Saint Sect Disciples, having obtained the inner cores, also turned and departed.

"Xiao Yi, are you okay?" the Sword Sect group immediately approached.

Xiao Yi waved his hand, "Don't worry, I'm not badly hurt."

The reason he could endure for so long was all thanks to the strength granted by the peak of the Fifth Layer of the Asura Battle Body.

Of course, the price he paid for enduring for so long was the inhuman torment under that incessant pressure.

"Xiao Yi, you're being too reckless," Bai Bingxue scolded angrily.

"Master always says you don't care about your own life; he's right."

Xiao Yi just smiled and waved his hand, "I knew he wouldn't dare to kill me."

"The East Sea Coast is where nearly all the Elite Martial Artists of the continent gather."

"Although he's one of the Eight Great Commanders, he wouldn't dare to publicly kill a participant of the East Sea Festival, it would be an intolerable offense."

Of course, Xiao Yi had other sources of confidence, but he didn't explain.

"Ah, what a pity," Zhong Wuyou said indignantly, "The Mystic Ice Saint Sect didn't suffer much, but they ended up with a huge advantage."

"Hehe," Xiao Yi chuckled, "Do you know why the nearly ten thousand Deep Sea Demon Wolves chased me like mad?"

"Hmm?" Everyone looked at Xiao Yi curiously.

Xiao Yi smirked and pulled out five inner cores from his chest, "Because I killed their Deep Sea Demon Wolf King, and I had already taken the inner core early."

Everyone's faces suddenly lit up with joy.

The Deep Sea Demon Wolf King was a demon beast with strength above the Extreme Realm Fourth Layer.

Killing one was worth more points than killing several hundred ordinary Deep Sea Demon Wolves.

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Third update.