Soul Emperor Martial God

"Tell me, who's boasting now?"

"And who is the scum?"

Wang Xinghe suddenly grabbed the Eldest Prince's throat.

The Eldest Prince's feet sank into the ground, unable to evade.

One of his arms, which had just been used for defense, was already broken.

The remaining arm angrily grasped Wang Xinghe's wrist holding his throat.

However, such resistance was clearly very weak.

The Eldest Prince, with Half-step Heavenly Extreme Cultivation, could easily unleash strength above the Heavenly Extreme Realm.

But Wang Xinghe was a Seventh Layer Heavenly Extreme powerhouse.

If he were at the Sixth Layer Heavenly Extreme, the Eldest Prince might still have the power to fight, even if he would ultimately be defeated, he wouldn't be as powerless as he was now.

Truly, a Seventh Layer Heavenly Extreme is a powerhouse of the Late Stage Heavenly Extreme, far stronger than what the Eldest Prince can contend with now.

"Who else could it be?" The Eldest Prince, his face purple, coldly stared at Wang Xinghe.

"Naturally, it's your Wang Family who's the scum."

"You seek death." Wang Xinghe's face already showed killing intent.

An inexplicable momentum gathered in his palm, and then he struck out.

This seemingly light strike, when it hit the Eldest Prince, instantly sent him flying.

Bang...

The Eldest Prince's feet were still in the ground but now were directly blasted away by this heavy strike.

The huge martial arts arena, dragged a trail nearly a hundred meters long.

When the Eldest Prince's figure stopped, his feet were already bloodied, bones shattered.

On his chest, where he was directly hit, appeared a sunken palm print.

Pff... pff... pff...

The Eldest Prince spewed mouthfuls of bloody water, his face deathly pale.

It wasn't hard to imagine that his internal organs must have suffered severe injuries.

Counting the earlier strike, this was Wang Xinghe's second strike.

And at this time, the Eldest Prince was already seriously injured, utterly without fighting strength.

Swish... Wang Xinghe appeared once more before the Eldest Prince.

A pale hand easily lifted the powerless fallen body of the Eldest Prince.

"Hmm?" Wang Xinghe suddenly frowned, "It seems I used too much force in that last strike."

"Reduced you to a dying dog, unable to even speak?"

"Oh well." Wang Xinghe shook his head, "Though you can't speak, you can still move."

"Kneel and kowtow ten times towards my Wang Family's direction, and I might spare your life, how about it?"

Wang Xinghe spoke as if granting a tremendous favor.

Releasing his grip on the Eldest Prince's hand.

Pop, a subtle sound.

The Eldest Prince collapsed powerlessly onto the ground, gasping heavily.

With his only remaining intact arm, he struggled to get up.

Crack...

A strong foot stomped heavily on his arm, causing a sound of bones breaking.

"I forgot to tell you." Wang Xinghe sneered at the Eldest Prince underfoot, "A dying dog should just lie there, no need to get up."

In the Wang Family's spectator seat, the martial artists let out mocking laughter.

In the Wind Shattering Hall's spectator seat, Lih Fengxing's eyes narrowed, "This bastard."

"Quick, admit defeat." Kuanglan Sect Master shouted loudly.

On the martial arts arena, the Eldest Prince clenched his teeth, not speaking, only glaring fiercely at Wang Xinghe.

"Looks like you're a stubborn bone, unwilling to comply." Wang Xinghe didn't mind the Eldest Prince's gaze, instead sneering.

"Oh well, I'm not interested in playing with you anymore."

Momentum gathered once more in Wang Xinghe's hand, his cold eyes disdainfully looking at the Eldest Prince.

"Remember, this is the cruel Central Region, not your leisurely ordinary realms."

"No matter what your identity, in the Central Region, only strength is recognized."

"Oh right, remember, you're just a dying dog here in the Central Region."

As he finished speaking, Wang Xinghe's hand slowly raised.

On the Wind Shattering Hall's spectator seat, Kuanglan Sect Master shouted, "Bastard, stop."

Kuanglan Sect Master abruptly surged up.

Pop, a strong arm restrained him.

"Don't be impulsive." Lih Fengxing said with an unsightly expression, "Being a disturbance during Star Swapping Day will immediately remove one's qualification."

"This..." Kuanglan Sect Master gritted his teeth, his expression extremely unsightly.

On the martial arts arena, Wang Xinghe's hand started to descend.

This was his third strike.

With the first strike, the Eldest Prince was defeated, utterly powerless.

With the second strike, the Eldest Prince was seriously injured, without fighting strength.

A third strike now, if it fell, the Eldest Prince would either be dead or crippled.

At that moment, a graceful figure suddenly leapt onto the stage.

A clear and melodious voice echoed throughout the martial arts arena.

"Fengzhi, Battle Breath."

The serene sound of the zither transformed into invisible power, surging out.

The descending hand of Wang Xinghe was instantly restrained.

Swish... Chu Rou flickered, instantly appearing beside the Eldest Prince, waving her hand, an outpour of primordial force enveloped the Eldest Prince.

With another flicker of her figure, she headed off the martial arts arena.

Once off the arena, Wang Xinghe couldn't make a move.

"Trying to escape?" Wang Xinghe sneered.

The music restraining him was instantly shattered by him.

With another flicker of his figure, he swiftly chased after Chu Rou.

"Trying to take someone right before me? You're not qualified."

Wang Xinghe lashed out with an astonishing strike, directly aimed at Chu Rou.

The Eldest Prince couldn't even withstand a strike from Wang Xinghe.

If Chu Rou were hit, the consequences would be hard to predict.

Chu Rou's pupils contracted, clearly sensing the deadly danger from this strike.

Swish...

Suddenly, a figure appeared out of thin air.

A cold sharp sword halted before Chu Rou.

Bang... Wang Xinghe's palm struck heavily on the cold sharp sword, but couldn't budge it an inch.

Behind the sword, Chu Rou remained unharmed.

"It's you?" Wang Xinghe frowned tightly, staring coldly at the person before him.

The person was none other than Xiao Yi.

"Trying to harm people before me? You're not qualified." Xiao Yi's expression was cold, his tone icy.

"Leave."

The sword shuddered and instantly sent Wang Xinghe retreating a hundred steps.

"Go down first." Xiao Yi glanced at Chu Rou and said.

"Thank you, Young Master Xiao Yi." Chu Rou nodded, waving her hand, primordial force wrapped around the Eldest Prince again, and she stepped off the martial arts arena.

A hundred steps away, Wang Xinghe glanced at Chu Rou and the Eldest Prince leaving the stage, not bothering with them.

His disdainful gaze fixed on Xiao Yi.

"Your strength is not bad." Wang Xinghe spat out a few sarcastic words.

"It's just, unfortunately, we don't have a chance to fight."

"Randomly climbing onto the stage, disrupting the fight, your qualification will be immediately revoked."

"Indeed." From the spectator seats, a Wang Family martial artist shouted.

"Star Swapping Day is the greatest event in Star Swapping City, prohibiting any disturbance in the fight."

"According to the rules, this person's qualification should be removed immediately."

On the chief seat of the spectator area, ten judges thought for a moment, then nodded.

"Thus, according to the rules, we should strip..." the ten judges were about to say something.

"Wait." Xiao Yi interrupted coldly, "Did I disrupt the fight? Based on what?"

"Nonsense." A Wang Family martial artist said coldly, "Over a thousand martial artists in the arena witnessed it, do you still want to deny it?"

On the spectator stand, Chu Rou laughed coldly, "Are Wang Family's people pig-headed or blind?"

"Look carefully, I disrupted the fight."

"Oh right, feel free to strip my competition qualification, I already have a place, didn't plan to compete anyway."

"As for me." Xiao Yi coldly looked at the Wang Family martial artist, "I only saw someone trying to strike my friend."

"This is twisting the facts." Among the Wang Family martial artists, an elder stood angrily and roared.

"What, you have an opinion?" Xiao Yi glared daggers at this martial artist.

"Of course..." The Wang Family elder was about to say something.

But before he could finish, a sharp sword was already at his throat.

"I'll let you say it again, do you have an opinion?" Xiao Yi's expression was cold, his voice filled with killing intent.

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Third chapter.