Soul Emperor Martial God

"Peak Combat Power of Extreme Realm Third Layer," Xiao Yi looked at Bing Baifu with detached coolness.

Indeed, the current Bing Baifu only possessed the peak combat power of Earth Extreme Second Layer.

Like the other heavenly talents, he had nearly exhausted all his methods.

The only difference was that he had not yet condensed a Martial Soul Illusion.

Relying solely on the amplifications from a top-grade Primordial Artifact and secret techniques, he had attained Peak Combat Power of the Earth Extreme Second Layer.

However, even if Bing Baifu were to condense a Martial Soul Illusion, his combat power could not break through to the Extreme Realm Fourth Layer.

After all, his Martial Soul was only of Blue Rank.

The gap between Extreme Realm Third Layer and Extreme Realm Fourth Layer is like the difference between the early stage and the middle stage of the Earth Extreme.

If it were the gap between the peak of Earth Extreme First Layer and Earth Extreme Second Layer, or the peak of Earth Extreme Second Layer and Earth Extreme Third Layer, then his Martial Soul Illusion might indeed allow him to easily break through in combat power.

"How so? Do you think I'll be easily defeated by you, like those three useless ones?" Bing Baifu, looking at Xiao Yi's indifferent and contemptuous eyes, couldn't help but feel angered.

With a soft thud,

a Martial Soul Illusion appeared behind Bing Baifu.

His Martial Soul was a Cold Ice Attribute giant ape, extremely adept at power.

However, just as Xiao Yi had suspected earlier,

even after condensing a Martial Soul Illusion, Bing Baifu's combat power remained at the peak of Earth Extreme Third Layer.

Of course, with the Martial Soul Illusion, even if he still had the peak combat power of Earth Extreme Third Layer, he was more than capable of effortlessly crushing the previous three.

To make a comparison,

the current Bing Baifu should be at an invincible level within the peak of Earth Extreme Third Layer.

Boom...

Bing Baifu punched out,

the fist carrying a sky-breaking noise.

Purple Flame surged in Xiao Yi's hand, a swelling Purple Flame covering his fist.

He too punched out.

The two fists collided, creating a huge sound.

Xiao Yi was actually knocked back several meters, the Purple Flame on his fist dissipating.

While Bing Baifu stood unmovable, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"Purple Flame Yi Xiao, I told you, you're not qualified to boast in front of me," Bing Baifu said with a cold laugh.

"Heh," Xiao Yi gave a dismissive smile, "The Hundred Martial Boxing Gloves do have considerable power."

Indeed, what caused his Purple Flame to slightly disperse was the top-grade Primordial Artifact, the Hundred Martial Boxing Gloves.

The Hundred Martial Boxing Gloves looked somewhat like gloves.

But they felt much heavier and more impactful.

But obviously, the real power of the top-grade Primordial Artifact, the Hundred Martial Boxing Gloves, was not fully unleashed.

Just as the other heavenly talents who had exhausted all methods and held High-Grade Essence Weapons, they also had the Peak Combat Power of the Extreme Realm Third Layer.

Although Bing Baifu was more than capable of crushing the three from earlier,

with the top-grade Primordial Artifact on his hands, his combat power was always at the level of Peak Combat Power of Extreme Realm Third Layer.

Mainly because a top-grade Primordial Artifact was not something that could be fully controlled by a half-step Earth Extreme Cultivation.

To truly unleash the power of a top-grade Primordial Artifact, one would likely need to be at Mid-stage Earth Extreme or beyond in Cultivation.

Of course, the amplification from a top-grade Primordial Artifact was always higher than from a High-Grade one.

It's just that since Bing Baifu's current level was only Half-step Earth Extreme Cultivation, this 'higher' wasn't by much.

"Do you have any other skills?" Xiao Yi asked faintly.

"You're asking for death." Anger flared instantly within Bing Baifu at Xiao Yi's casual tone, which to him was undeniably the greatest form of contempt.

Bing Baifu punched out again.

This time, his fist suddenly carried an oppressive heaviness.

"Oh? Martial Arts Power, huh?" Xiao Yi smiled coldly, punching out as well.

This time, Xiao Yi intentionally concentrated the Purple Flame more solidly upon his fist.

Boom...

The two fists collided again, producing another thunderous boom.

This time, they were in a stalemate.

"Heavy Ice Martial Way," Xiao Yi murmured to himself.

Indeed, the power covering Bing Baifu's fist just now was imbued with the Martial Arts Power of the Heavy Ice Martial Way.

The Heavy Ice Martial Way, Xiao Yi had experienced it during his fight with Bing Chengtian before.

It was martial arts at a second-class level.

But that kind of momentum, heavy and profound, packed a punch that was quite impactful.

"I'm not finished yet," Bing Baifu coldly shouted, unleashing another punch.

At this moment, Bing Baifu's fist seemed to transform into a sharp blade, emitting a daunting aura.

With a hiss, the Purple Flame wrapping Xiao Yi's fist was slicely sliced open.

"Wind Ice Skill," Xiao Yi frowned slightly.

"Ha!" Bing Baifu's figure suddenly shifted.

The next second, he appeared eerily at Xiao Yi's side.

Another punch was thrown, engulfing the area in a blizzard, like a dragon made of wind and snow.

Xiao Yi quickly turned to the side, blocking the punch.

The moment his fist made contact with Bing Baifu's,

the flames covering his fist began to be covered by some Cold Frost.

"Wind Snow Way," Xiao Yi's brows furrowed a bit tighter.

"Ice Shadow Layered!" Bing Baifu suddenly bellowed.

His fist turned into an array of illusions.

The next second, the strikes rained down on Xiao Yi like a gale, relentless.

"Ice Shadow Martial Way," Xiao Yi's face showed a trace of solemnity, and the flames on his fist instantly shattered.

Even within this barrage of fists, a careless blow landed, sending Xiao Yi flying away.

"Hmph, Purple Flame Yi Xiao, you've lost," Bing Baifu sneered coldly.

A long spear suddenly condensed in the hands of Bing Baifu.

With the spear in hand, Bing Baifu darted forward, thrusting at Xiao Yi who was sent flying.

"Let's see how you defend against this spear, come take it with your life," the bloodthirstiness in Bing Baifu's eyes flashed by.

The spear aimed straight for Xiao Yi's vital point.

"Cold Ice Spear Dao," Xiao Yi uttered dispassionately.

His body, with a movement technique beyond normal comprehension, barely twisted, dodging the spear thrust.

Immediately after, with a turnaround, Xiao Yi's hand, wrapped in flame, grasped the spear.

"Disperse," he uttered in a low voice.

Flames instantly ran wild, rampaging along the spear.

In an instant, the spear melted away to nothing.

"Away," Xiao Yi commanded in a low shout, and the Purple Flame in his hand turned into a golden flame.

A massive Flame Fist was launched, blasting Bing Baifu away.

Once Xiao Yi landed and steadied on the ground, he allowed himself a slight smile.

"So that's how it is, no wonder you are Bing Baifu," Xiao Yi said, looking at Bing Baifu with a bit of seriousness.

Bing Baifu, successor to the Ice Martial Main Hall.

Not only a talented Demon Hunter but also a Martial Arts fanatic.

It was rumored that he practiced a hundred kinds of Martial Arts, each with astonishing natural talent.

However, according to what Xiao Yi knew, there were only eight kinds in which he truly excelled.

All eight of these Martial Arts were at the Half-step Earth Extreme level.

Just a hair away from reaching full mastery.

Just now, Bing Baifu's attacks, from the very beginning, were constantly shifting.

Each punch was reinforced with a different Martial Arts Power.

Eight kinds of Cold Ice Martial Arts, whether weighty, or sharp, or bizarre, or irresistibly powerful... executed in one go, making it hard for one to guard against.

"Now, do you still think you have the right to look down on me?" The bloodlust in Bing Baifu's eyes grew even more intense.

Xiao Yi's eyes remained indifferent, "Do you have any other tricks up your sleeve?"

"If not, you can admit defeat."

"Damn you, that's too much!" The bloodlust in Bing Baifu's eyes suddenly skyrocketed to the extreme.

This bloodlust was so intense it seemed like it could actually drip blood.

That bloodlust suddenly turned into a cold, indifferent killing intent.

Bing Baifu attacked with another punch.

This time, his fist changed again.

On it, a strange Blood Light mingled with Martial Arts Power, formidable in force.

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First update.