Soul Emperor Martial God-Chapter 873: Haven’t Seen for Several Months

The forest was vast and boundless.

It stretched left and right, spanning no less than a thousand miles, perhaps even more.

Unexpectedly, battles erupted within the forest.

The surges of combat energy instantly turned the seemingly peaceful and unremarkable forest into chaos.

There were not just a hundred battle auras, but a thousand... several thousand...

The entire forest was engulfed in combat from all directions.

Near the forest’s edge, a simply dressed woman stared icily at a black-clothed martial artist before her.

The black-clothed martial artist wore a mask, concealing his face.

Yet beneath the mask, his sinister eyes revealed intense mockery.

"Who are you people?" the simply dressed woman asked coldly, "Why block our path?"

"You don’t need to know. What’s the point in asking, when you’re about to die?" The black-clothed martial artist’s voice was bloodthirsty.

"Hmph." The simply dressed woman snorted coldly, "A mere Heavenly Extreme Realm, I’m not necessarily afraid of you."

A red flame suddenly condensed in the woman’s hand.

The flame burst from her palm, exuding a profound aura.

"Tsk, tsk, Red Profound Separation Fire, quite interesting." The black-clothed martial artist smiled coldly.

The simply dressed woman then flashed towards the black-clothed martial artist.

The flames in her hand surged, and she struck with her palm.

The black-clothed martial artist moved swiftly, stepping back to easily evade the woman’s attack.

"Too slow." The black-clothed martial artist’s eyes were full of disdain.

"Hmph." The simply dressed woman shouted coldly, her hands swiftly moving.

Clearly, the woman was a martial artist adept in Palms Dao and Fire Dao.

Her mysterious hand techniques were powerful, enclosing the black-clothed martial artist, leaving him with no escape.

With slender hands ablaze with red flames, she struck at the black-clothed martial artist’s chest.

The black-clothed martial artist had no room to retreat.

The woman’s face lit up with joy; she had delivered this palm strike with full effort, one of her sect’s strongest martial techniques.

She was confident that this strike could gravely injure the black-clothed martial artist.

However, she failed to notice the intense mockery in his eyes.

Suddenly, a flash of light from his hand revealed a gigantic black scythe appearing out of nowhere.

The moment the scythe appeared, a streak of cold light flashed.

Its chilling sharp aura made one’s heart tremble.

Bang... a loud explosion.

The woman’s all-out palm strike was blocked by the black scythe just before hitting the black-clothed martial artist’s chest.

He remained unmoved, coldly laughed a few times.

The simply dressed woman was jolted back, her slender hands tingling, her palms bright red; she clearly suffered a major setback.

"Too weak." The black-clothed martial artist shook his head mockingly.

"An Earth Extreme Ninth Layer little girl can at most slightly awaken my desire to fight."

"However, being able to control Red Profound Separation Fire and possessing such a fine set of hand techniques, you’re quite a valuable prey."

"Prey?" The woman frowned.

"You consider us prey?"

"Heh heh." The black-clothed martial artist sneered coldly, "No, some are prey, some are just worthless toys."

"You guys..." The woman’s face changed, "What is it you intend to do?"

"You’ll know soon enough." The martial artist’s mockery returned.

Suddenly... his figure moved.

The scythe in his hand sliced down.

"So fast." The woman’s pupils constricted.

She realized, with her strength, she couldn’t see the scythe’s path at all.

Sss... a crisp sound echoed.

A gruesome blood mark appeared on her body.

The scythe had cut down from her right shoulder, extending to her left arm.

"Ah." The woman cried out in pain.

Sss... another crisp sound could be heard.

A streak of cold light swept past.

This time, the scythe slashed horizontally across her abdomen.

The cloth was instantly torn at her abdomen, a hideous blood mark oozed blood continuously.

Along with her previous injuries, her simple clothes were immediately soaked in blood, miserably red.

"Ah." She cried out again.

"Heh, heh, scream, keep screaming." The martial artist laughed coldly, "Such sounds are beautiful."

"Bastard." The woman gritted her silvery teeth.

Sss... the black scythe struck again.

Purple radiance surged over her body, neither too deep nor too light.

Under the purple radiance, the fire in her hand surged dramatically.

Boom... narrowly blocking the scythe before it hurt her again.

Yet, amidst the roar, she was pushed back several steps.

Clearly, even as she blocked the scythe, she was still no match for the black-clothed martial artist.

At least his power far exceeded hers.

"Tsk, tsk, so you possess a Purple Middle-level Martial Soul." His bloodthirsty eyes suddenly lit up.

"Good, quite good, to happen upon such a highly valuable prey." fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

"I, now, don’t wish to kill you too quickly."

His voice was sinister and extremely detestable.

Sss... the black scythe struck again.

Just as she was about to defend, she noticed the martial artist’s figure vanish.

"Hmm?" Her expression changed.

Before she could react, she felt a chilling breeze from behind.

Sss... another sharp sound.

A gruesome scar appeared on her back.

The black-clothed martial artist had somehow appeared behind her.

The scythe now dripping with blood.

"Forgot to tell you, I’m not just Heavenly Extreme Realm, but Heavenly Extreme Third Layer." He said as he licked his lips.

To his eyes, the woman seemed the most delectable feast.

Her heart shivered with cold, her face pale.

She was merely Earth Extreme Ninth Layer, even as Heavenly Talent, her ability to fight exceeded levels, possibly only handling Heavenly Extreme First Layer.

A Heavenly Extreme Third Layer left her no chance of resistance.

Sss... sss... sss...

In a second, her back bore several more scars.

She gritted her teeth, unleashing a surge of energy.

An overwhelming flame burst forth.

"Explode." The woman’s cold shout.

The explosion couldn’t injure him, but allowed her to use its force to flee.

"Quite clever." He sneered, "But prey of mine never escapes."

Swoosh... he flashed again, quickly catching up.

The scythe in his hand cut across.

Boom... another wound added to her back, sending her flying.

"Pff." She spat out a mouthful of blood, thrown several meters away.

"Run, keep running." He said grimly, walking steadily, raising the scythe, "If you don’t escape, you die, heh."

He mocked endlessly.

Her face turned pale.

Her body soaked in her own blood, a blood-stained figure.

Loss of blood made standing difficult, let alone fleeing.

"It’s over." Weakly she spoke, closing her eyes in despair.

Just then, afar in the sky, a swift moving figure stopped abruptly.

Clang...

She heard a clang next to her ear.

In surprise, she slightly opened her eyes.

The black scythe didn’t slash down; instead, a sharp sword blocked it.

A figure stood before her, both unfamiliar and familiar.

"Miss Suyan, it’s been months, why are you in such sorry shape?" The newcomer chuckled.

"Little thief?" Her face showed shock, then joy, her eyes filled with happiness.

Indeed, the woman was Cheng Suyan who hasn’t been seen for months.

The newcomer was none other than Xiao Yi, who happened across and recognized familiar energy.

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Chapter One.

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