Soul Emperor Martial God

On the Martial Arts Arena, the referee explained the rules to the two competitors.

When the explanations were concluded,

the referee asked, "Any doubts? If not, we can now begin this competition."

Xiao Yi and Bing Wujiang shook their heads simultaneously.

The referee nodded then, with a flash, rose to the sky by Controlling the Air.

This signified that the battle could now commence.

Xiao Yi's expression remained indifferent; he made no move.

Bing Wujiang, similarly indifferent in expression, carried a trace of bitterness.

"To be honest, I am not confident in defeating you," Bing Wujiang said calmly.

"In the second round of the battle, it was not surprising to me that you could defeat 25 squads."

"But to have defeated Jin Bupo, a Heavenly Talent on par with me, that truly surprised me."

"Especially to have defeated him with the cooperation of those 25 squads."

While speaking, Bing Wujiang looked over at Xiao Yi, "You do not seem to be in a rush to make a move."

Xiao Yi remained expressionless and silent.

"Indeed," Bing Wujiang mocked himself, "with your strength, you must be fully confident now."

"After all, you are the one who could kill the Grand Guardian of my Ice Martial Kingdom."

"Defeating me would hardly be a difficult task."

Bing Wujiang stood with his hands behind his back, speaking calmly yet leisurely. It was as if he was mocking himself or simply stating something very ordinary.

"But no matter what, I still have to give it my best."

"As a Martial Artist, one must always possess an unyielding spirit for battle."

"Heh," Xiao Yi finally opened his mouth, a faint smile appearing.

"Are you done talking? If not, you can keep talking," he said.

"After all, the move you are hiding behind your back, the attack in your hands, seems not yet fully formed."

"Uh?" Bing Wujiang's expression suddenly changed.

"You've already noticed," Bing Wujiang's calm expression turned cold, as he coldly stared at Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi gave a detached smile.

He had long noticed that Bing Wujiang's constant chatter was just a preparation for his attack.

But he did not mind.

To be honest, he had not taken this round seriously.

Even this kind of battle could not make him exert his full effort.

He merely did not want to win too easily.

At this moment, Bing Wujiang went silent.

The hands behind his back, in the palms, a small white vortex spun incessantly and grew slowly.

The white vortex emitted an extremely cold aura.

Within the vortex, countless fine particles, like smoke or dust, sparkled and dazzled.

That was 'Ice Dust.'

Ice Dust, a supreme type of Cold Ice substance, does not appear in common places.

Even in the Ice Martial Kingdom, where ice and snow covered everything, it was rare.

Only in certain extremely cold and dangerous places would it appear.

A tiny particle of Ice Dust, the size of a grain of sand, contained the power of a small ice storm.

If there were enough particles of Ice Dust, it would form Endless Ice Dust.

Bing Wujiang's Martial Soul was the 'Endless Ice Dust.'

Endless Ice Dust, as a Martial Soul, ranked among the Blue Peak Stage, very powerful.

Additionally, it was a unique type of Martial Soul.

If speaking purely of strength, Bing Wujiang was definitely above Jin Bupo.

Although Jin Bupo's Martial Soul was also of the Blue Peak Stage, it was slightly inferior to Endless Ice Dust.

According to historical records, there was once a severe Ice Dust Storm attack in the history of the Ice Martial Kingdom.

More than half of the kingdom was 'submerged.'

The overwhelming might from that storm, not even the Extreme Realm Experts of the Ice Martial Kingdom could withstand.

One could imagine its terrifying power.

Of course, Bing Wujiang's current strength and power were far from that level.

But as a Heavenly Talent in this grand event, his strength definitely ranked among the top five.

Back to the matter at hand.

Several minutes later, Bing Wujiang extended his right hand.

In his hand, the Ice Dust Vortex was now emitting a terrifying aura.

"Xiao Yi, you will regret giving me enough preparation time," Bing Wujiang said coldly.

"Make your move," Xiao Yi replied indifferently.

"Hmph, arrogant," Bing Wujiang snorted coldly.

His hands rapidly growing the Ice Dust Vortex, it soared to a length and width of ten meters.

"Die," Bing Wujiang charged towards Xiao Yi.

The Blizzard Sword appeared out of nowhere in Xiao Yi's hands.

He lightly blocked it.

A hissing sound heard.

The clash between the Ice Dust Vortex and the Blizzard Sword emitted a piercing hiss.

"Such strong force," Xiao Yi murmured softly.

Within the Ice Dust Vortex, the accumulation of countless ice particles amounted to a surprising weight.

"Xiao Yi, you're not even using Martial Techniques, are you being too reckless?" Bing Wujiang's eyes went cold.

"Good, very good. If you choose to merely block with the sword, then be devoured by my Ice Dust Vortex."

Bing Wujiang shouted loudly as he forcefully pushed with his right hand.

The ten-meter-wide Ice Dust Vortex passed through the Blizzard Sword and completely enveloped Xiao Yi.

"Hmph," a flash of killing intent appeared in Bing Wujiang's eyes.

"Even the Grand Guardian, an Extreme Realm Third Layer Martial Artist, dares not be enveloped by my Ice Dust Vortex..."

Before Bing Wujiang could finish his words, he suddenly winced in pain.

For his Ice Dust Vortex had suddenly dissipated.

A cold, tide-like sword sound attacked him in an instant.

"Not good," Bing Wujiang was startled and hurriedly defended.

Step... Step... Step...

Bing Wujiang took nine steps back to stabilize his figure, his mouth leaking a trace of fresh blood.

Ahead, Xiao Yi's expression was icy.

"Truly powerful," Bing Wujiang said coldly, yet his fighting spirit was undiminished.

The next second, he struck with both hands.

Two Ice Dust Vortexes converged together.

His hands, clad in gloves, carried an astonishing momentum.

Those were the "Ice Storm Gloves," treasures of the Ice Martial Kingdom's inheritance, ranked as High Grade Peak Primordial Artifacts.

Their power was much stronger than the "Unbreakable Golden Spear."

With the aid of the Primordial Artifact, the two vortexes' growth was extremely rapid.

In just one minute, each of the vortexes had grown to over several tens of meters.

"Combine," Bing Wujiang commanded in a low voice, as he made his move.

The two vortexes, floating in mid-air, then merged.

Several minutes later, the merged Ice Dust Vortex suddenly grew to hundreds of meters.

"Has it reached its limit?" Xiao Yi mutterer to himself as he looked at the Ice Dust Vortex.

The Ice Dust Vortex stopped growing when it reached three hundred meters.

Throughout this time, Xiao Yi maintained a composed expression.

But to Bing Wujiang, this was the utmost contempt.

"Go," Bing Wujiang floated in mid-air, supporting the gigantic Ice Dust Vortex with one hand, he commanded sharply.

"Xiao Yi, stop looking down on people."

Bing Wujiang's figure, moving swiftly, rapidly attacked Xiao Yi.

Behind him, the gigantic Ice Dust Vortex covered the sky as it fell.

As it fell, the vortex was still growing.

"When I reach the peak of Ice Martial might, you are but an ant trembling at the feet of this prince,"

Bing Wujiang gritted his teeth as the huge vortex ultimately grew to five hundred meters, unable to grow any further.

Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes and swung the Blizzard Sword heavily.

"Ice Sky Splitting Slash."

A stormy snow vortex condensed at his sword tip.

The next second, the sword tip collided with the Ice Dust Vortex.

A loud bang erupted.

The Ice Dust Vortex was instantly shattered.

Ice Dust filled the Martial Arts Arena's skies.

As all the Ice Dust settled, it spread over an area of several kilometers.

The previous Ice Dust Vortex had obviously been compressed to its limit by Bing Wujiang.

The Ice Dust, scattered all over the ground, sparkled brilliantly, lingering much after.

On the Martial Arts Arena, Xiao Yi stood with his sword, slightly disheveled, but uninjured.

In the distance, Bing Wujiang's blood-spitting body lay on the ground, no longer capable of fighting.

...

Third release.