Soul Emperor Martial God

"Is this Purple Flame Yi Xiao?"

On the Martial Arts Arena, fifteen Demon Hunters with arrogant expressions all turned their gaze toward Xiao Yi.

At that moment, an extremely disdainful voice drifted over.

"Arriving this late and still have the face to come?"

"I truly wonder if it's a matter of overbearing pride or if his skin is thicker than the walls of Heavenly Gold City."

The speaker was the heir to the Ice Martial Main Hall, Bing Baifu.

The most outstanding Heavenly Talent Demon Hunter of the Ice Martial Kingdom.

He had even been praised by the Ice Emperor as possessing Martial Arts Talent greater than his own.

As Bing Baifu's words fell,

bursts of soft laughter erupted from the spectator stands.

The Heavenly Talents beside him let cold smirks play around their lips.

Xiao Yi stood with his hands behind his back, his voice indifferent, "Yi has rushed all the way to the East Sea Coast."

"Whenever encountering demon beasts, I killed them, and whenever there was a Beast Tide, I held it back, and so my journey was significantly delayed."

"How about it, do any of you have an opinion?"

His indifferent gaze swept over those surrounding him.

The snickering from the stands immediately ceased, replaced with a dawning realization.

Since Yi Xiao had been delayed in joining the competition because he was busy slaying demon beasts and defending various places from Beast Tides, no one dared to blame him with even half a word.

For a Demon Hunter, hunting is their heavenly duty.

Any affair or grand event, including the grand East Sea Festival, must give way before this sacred duty.

"Indeed, as the rumors say, though you appear out of nowhere and vanish without a trace,"

"wherever there is a Beast Tide, there is you, Purple Flame Yi Xiao."

A faint voice, with a slightly appreciative tone, carried over.

The speaker was a woman.

The heir to the Qianmiao Kingdom's Demon Hunting Hall Main Hall, Shangguan Xiyue.

"Hmph," at this moment, a cold snort sounded.

"Whether one arrives early or late, or even not at all, what difference does it make? In the end, it is still a loss."

"The final victor will only be this young master."

Speaking was the heir to the Black Wood Kingdom Demon Hunting Hall Main Hall, Xu Xingfeng.

"Enough, cut the chatter," Xu Xingfeng said as he looked toward Bing Wuying not far away, "Now that everyone is here, let's start the competition quickly."

Bing Wuying's gaze turned to the sixteen Hall Masters in the spectator seats above.

The sixteen Hall Masters nodded their heads.

Bing Wuying saluted the sixteen Hall Masters and then turned to the sixteen Heavenly Talents.

"The competition will proceed with battles between pairs, starting with a drawing of lots…" Bing Wuying began to explain the rules to everyone.

Just at that moment, the heir from another Main Hall spoke up harshly, "Why waste words."

"We are already well aware of the rules, simply announce the start."

"You…" Bing Wuying's face darkened.

As one of the thirty-two commanders of the East Sea Fortress and a Late Stage Extreme Realm Martial Artist, he had never been spoken to in such a tone by a junior.

However, he knew all too well that the sixteen Heavenly Talents before him were no ordinary individuals.

Each one of them had an impressive list of achievements and accomplishments.

Any one of them had gone through countless battles, braved countless dangerous places, and slain countless demon beasts.

Decisive and ruthless, their fierce reputations were well known.

Naturally full of pride, sixteen such formidable individuals, he felt powerless to object.

"Then let's proceed directly with drawing lots," Bing Wuying's aged face couldn't help but twitch.

Before long, the drawing of lots concluded.

Xiao Yi drew number one, and his opponent was number two.

The competition rules were actually the same as the ones from the third round in the various Kingdoms and Martial Arts Holy Lands.

Battles between pairs, number one against number two, three against four, and so forth.

Sixteen contestants would be whittled down to eight.

With the eight progressing to four...

Until the strongest emerged as the victor.

The Demon Hunting Hall's competition did not involve any fancy tricks, just a straightforward battle to determine the winner.

Strength was the only criterion for ranking.

At this moment, there were only three people remaining on the Martial Arts Arena.

The two competing Heavenly Talents and the referee, Bing Wuying.

The two contestants, number one was Xiao Yi, and number two was… Xu Xingfeng.

"Do either of you have questions about the rules?" Bing Wuying asked.

"If not, we can start the competition right away."

"Hmm, rules?" Xu Xingfeng let out a cold laugh, "Strength is the only rule."

"Either be blasted off the stage and defeated, or admit inferior skill and suffer grievous defeat, or meet death and be defeated."

"Do you have any other doubts?"

Bing Wuying curled his lip, deciding not to say anything more to avoid getting infuriated by these 16 ruthless people to the point of coughing up blood.

He simply shouted 'Begin the match' and then directly flew up into the sky by controlling the air.

"Purple Flame, one of the twins," said Xu Xingfeng, his face full of mockery as he stared at Xiao Yi.

"I heard that the other twin defeated my good friend Wan Zuolang previously."

Xu Xingfeng, the successor to the Main Hall of the Black Wood Demon Hunting Hall.

He was also an Alchemist and a Poison Refiner.

His Cultivation level was a Half-step Earth Extreme.

"How many moves do you think you can take from me?" Xu Xingfeng said coldly.

With a bang, a thick black gas condensed in Xu Xingfeng's hand.

Almost the moment the black gas appeared,

Xiao Yi suddenly felt his mind become chaotic.

"Soul Devouring Poison?" Xiao Yi said coldly. "It seems your Martial Soul is the Soul Devouring Spider King."

"You do have a good eye," Xu Xingfeng sneered.

The Soul Devouring Spider King, a Level 8 demon beast.

It had a fragile body but excelled at controlling poison.

Its poison was not as potent as that of the Poisonous Spider King,

but it could damage the mind.

If one was even slightly careless and overwhelmed by the poison, one would lose all consciousness and resistance, leaving nothing but bones in the toxic residue, never to recover.

Hence, the danger of the Soul Devouring Spider King was even greater than that of the Poisonous Spider King.

As a Martial Soul, its tier was Blue Peak.

"Heh," Xiao Yi chuckled coldly.

He had sensed the Cultivation levels of the 15 other people just now.

All 15 Heavenly Talents had a Cultivation level of at least Half-step Earth Extreme.

In terms of Cultivation level, they were slightly stronger than Feng Jueqing and slightly weaker than Dugu Kuang.

But in terms of actual combat power, Xiao Yi estimated that any of these 15 could thrash Feng Jueqing.

If Dugu Kuang were among these 15, he would probably only rank in the lower middle.

The Demon Hunting Hall, historically, had its Main Hall successors ultimately achieving at least Late Stage Earth Extreme.

Generally, they could step into the ranks of the Supreme Strong.

Just like the current 15 Main Hall Masters.

Naturally, these 15 individuals had astonishing combat abilities.

But in Xiao Yi's eyes, especially after consolidating the 'Ice Mountain Fire Sea', they were not worth mentioning.

Xu Xingfeng's eyes narrowed as he stared at Xiao Yi, "Laughing? Soon I will make you unable to laugh."

As his voice fell,

the black gas in Xu Xingfeng's hand collided violently.

The sky was filled with black gas, as if it had turned into a layer of Sky Covering curtain.

No, perhaps more accurately, it was like a surging wave of deadly poison that seemed capable of casting people into an abyss.

"There it is, the Soul Devouring Sky, the strongest Martial Technique of the Black Wood Demon Hunting Hall at present."

"With this move, Xu Xingfeng once devoured an entire Demon Beast Forest."

"In a single breath, he corroded hundreds of thousands of demon beasts, leaving nothing but bones."

"Purple Flame is in trouble now."

In the spectator stands, many powerful figures gasped in surprise when they saw Xu Xingfeng take the initiative to attack.

"Hmph," Xiao Yi sneered.

With a wave of his hand, a torrent of Purple Flame poured out.

The terrifying Purple Flame Sea, with the momentum of destroying everything, rushed toward the deadly poison wave.

Purple and black, two lights, collided in an instant.

At the moment of contact,

a soaring heat wave swept across the entire venue.

Even through the barriers around the Martial Arts Arena, there was no avoiding the waves of scorching heat.

Boom...a loud roar.

The sky filled with Purple Flame instantly devoured the deadly poison wave.

Swallowing it so swiftly, so completely, as if the deadly poison wave had never been there.

"What?" Xu Xingfeng's pupils constricted.

The next second, Xiao Yi's figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.

When he appeared again, his wrist was clenched around Xu Xingfeng's throat.

On his arm, the Purple Flame surged, one thought away from burning Xu Xingfeng to ashes.

"Xu Xingfeng, you've lost," Xiao Yi said indifferently.

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The second update.