Soul Emperor Martial God

In the vast forest.

With the previous outburst of two overwhelming auras, aside from Tang Sha and other Heavenly Talents being affected,

In a certain corner of the forest, a hidden prohibition also collapsed in an instant.

Inside the prohibition were Lih Fengxing and others.

"Hmm?" Lih Fengxing's face changed.

"Such terrifying aura, it actually crushed the tightly sealed barrier in an instant."

The Eldest Prince frowned, "Xiao Yi once said, this prohibition barrier, unless a powerhouse of the Heavenly Extreme Ninth Layer or above comes in person, cannot be broken."

"Just what kind of astonishing battle broke out just now?"

"Tch." A sneering voice came from the side.

Qin Hongyi sneered, "Do you believe what that little thief says?"

"Maybe anyone from the Heavenly Extreme Realm could easily break this barrier."

"No." Lih Fengxing's gaze was sharp, "Those two auras just now likely enveloped the entire forest."

"The aura still lingers in the air now."

"I recognize this aura, it's Deacon Xiao Yi's."

Chu Rou nodded, "I do believe, with the abilities and means of the little thief, erupting with such aura is not impossible."

"I'm just surprised, whose aura was the other one."

"Who could battle the little thief to such an extent."

Though Chu Rou called him the little thief, her words clearly indicated her long-standing recognition and trust in Xiao Yi's strength.

The Kuanglan Sect Master nodded, "Just by aura alone, it shattered this strong barrier."

"It's not hard to imagine the intensity of the battle."

"If Sub Hall Master Lih Fengxing, you are sure this is Xiao Yi's aura."

"I think we must go take a look."

"I think so too." Lih Fengxing nodded.

"Moreover, I have a bad feeling."

"I'm worried something might happen to Deacon Xiao Yi…"

"It won't." Chu Rou interrupted, shaking her head.

"Let's hope so." Lih Fengxing said solemnly, "In any case, half a day has passed, and Deacon Xiao Yi has yet to return, we should go and check."

"Alright." Chu Rou, the Kuanglan Sect Master, Yu Feng, and others nodded.

The Eldest Prince also stood up immediately, "Damn it, Xiao Yi must not die."

"If he dies, what will happen to my sixth brother?"

"I should have gone with him to meet those black-clothed martial artists earlier."

The entire group, except for Qin Hongyi, all stood up.

Qin Hongyi looked displeased but still stood up and followed the group away.

...

In the depths of the forest, the site of the epic battle.

The middle-aged man slowly extended his hand, gripping the air.

Xiao Yi was instantly engulfed by a cold aura, unable to resist.

"Die." The middle-aged man spat out two words dripping with killing intent.

The cold aura surrounding Xiao Yi exploded instantly.

"Stop."

At this moment, a light shout rang out.

The middle-aged man's originally gripping hand slowly loosened.

The middle-aged man puzzledly looked at the young man behind him, asking, "What's wrong, Young Palace Master?"

The one who just shouted 'stop' was this young man.

"Uncle Gu, let him go." The young man said faintly.

"Hmm?" The middle-aged man frowned, "Young Palace Master, this brat just offended you…"

"I said let him go." The young man commanded.

"Yes." Though reluctant, the middle-aged man withdrew his hand.

At the same time, the cold aura surrounding Xiao Yi disappeared instantly.

"Just now, I lost." The young man, full of bitterness, said heavily.

He knew very well that his aura and sword momentum had long been dissipated under Xiao Yi's sword.

If Uncle Gu hadn't appeared in time and blocked that earth-shattering sword momentum that dimmed even the heavens and earth,

He would now be a corpse.

"Young Palace Master, it's not that you lost." The middle-aged man said solemnly, "That brat is merely at the Earth Extreme Peak, how can he compare with you."

"If my eyes didn't deceive me just now, that brat merely borrowed all the power within his mid-grade Holy Artifact."

"Such behavior is akin to courting death."

"Though I do not know why he hasn't died yet."

"But clearly, in terms of true cultivation and strength, he couldn't withstand even one move from you, Young Palace Master."

"No." The young man shook his head, "The immense power within a mid-grade Holy Artifact, dare anyone, even you Uncle Gu, harness it instantly and bear it?"

"That's just because there's something peculiar about that brat." The middle-aged man rebuffed.

"Shut up." The young man scolded, his expression icy cold, "Defeat is defeat, can Beiyin Wudi not even bear this?"

The young man's tone grew even colder, "Wuxie was killed by his own hand."

"His life is mine to take personally."

"No one else is allowed to touch him, understand?"

The young man's domineering gaze fixed on the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man nodded, "Everything will be as the Young Palace Master commands."

"Let's go." The young man knelt on one knee and picked up Beiyin Wuxie's corpse.

Before leaving, his domineering and arrogant gaze fixed on the battered Xiao Yi.

"Kid, leave your name."

Not far away, Xiao Yi, barely supporting his heavily injured body, held the Cold Flame Sword, using it as a support, and coldly said, "Xiao Yi."

"You are worthy to know my name."

Without a doubt, this is the strongest Heavenly Talent among the younger generation Xiao Yi has encountered since his debut.

Therefore, even if he is an enemy, Xiao Yi was willing to acknowledge him and leave his name.

"Heh." The young man sneered arrogantly, "You are also worthy to know my name."

"Remember, my name is Beiyin Wudi."

"Also, Xiao Yi, live well, don't die halfway."

"I will personally come to take your life one day."

"If you have the ability, come as you please." Xiao Yi sneered coldly.

Whoosh...

The young man and the middle-aged man instantly controlling the air, left.

At the original spot, only Xiao Yi remained.

At this moment, Xiao Yi still stared directly at the direction where they left, without relaxing.

Those cold eyes were as clear as always.

Suddenly, whoosh… whoosh… whoosh…

Figures suddenly leaped quickly from afar.

"Brother Xiao Yi."

"Young Master Xiao Yi."

Several concerned voices came from afar, it was Tang Sha, Miss Ning, and others.

"Deacon Xiao Yi, little thief..."

From another direction, figures also came leaping.

It was Lih Fengxing, Chu Rou, and others.

Tang Sha arrived beside Xiao Yi first after a few blinks.

His gaze cautiously looked at the rapidly approaching Lih Fengxing and others, "Who are you?"

As he spoke, a long spear instantly formed in his hand, guarding in front of Xiao Yi.

"Who are you?" Lih Fengxing's expression turned cold, and he formed a long spear in his hand, urgently rushing towards Xiao Yi.

"Friends." At this moment, Xiao Yi said lightly.

"Friends?"

Xiao Yi said only one sentence, but both Tang Sha and Lih Fengxing were clever enough to naturally understand that Xiao Yi was telling them both sides were his friends.

The two immediately put away their weapons and relaxed their vigilance.

However, after seeing Xiao Yi's current appearance, both couldn't help but gasp, their expressions changed drastically.

"Brother Xiao Yi, you..." Tang Sha looked at Xiao Yi dumbfounded.

"Deacon Xiao Yi..." Lih Fengxing's expression was extremely complex.

The state of Xiao Yi now was beyond description by merely calling him battered or miserable.

The wounds covering his body, those shocking scars, that skin burned beyond recognition.

That... that...

"Young Master Xiao Yi."

"Little thief."

"..."

Anyone seeing Xiao Yi's extremely miserable appearance couldn't help but be moved, yet they remained speechless.

Because they didn't know what to say.

No one knew what Xiao Yi had gone through in this short half-day.

But they were clear, it was by no means easy.

They rushed all the way, witnessing the corpses of black-clothed Martial Artists scattered across the forest.

They rushed all the way, witnessing the frightening battle scars covering a hundred miles.

They couldn't imagine how many fierce battles Xiao Yi had gone through and how many injuries he had sustained in these few hours.

"What's with this look?" Xiao Yi glanced at everyone, letting out a bitter smile.

"Brother Xiao Yi, you..." Tang Sha's expression was complex, wanting to say something.

Xiao Yi's bitter smile interrupted, "I am fine, not dead yet."

...

Third update.