Soul Emperor Martial God-Chapter 881: Getting More and More Interesting

The vast forest, at the right edge.

A group of white-robed women are fiercely battling with a group of black-clad warriors.

Black and white, distinctly contrasting.

The black-clad warriors, each wielding a black scythe, exude an overwhelming, murderous aura enveloping everyone.

The white-robed women, relying solely on their bare hands, emanate a series of misty glows from their bodies, exceedingly gentle.

The air is thick with the pungent smell of blood.

The blood all comes from this group of white-robed women.

Among the dozens of them, except for the leading woman with a cold visage, all others are injured.

The leading woman, clad in white, remains unscathed to this day.

A pure white lotus flower floats in mid-air, its white glow covering the surroundings.

The white glow is gentle yet cold, with a touch of soothing comfort.

Bathing in it, the wounds on each injured white-robed woman are visibly healing at a rapid pace.

"Ice Pure Holy Lotus Martial Soul?" the dozens of black-clad warriors mutter with suppression in their tones.

"Heh heh, even though this Martial Soul’s healing is strong, how long can your Primordial Power support you healing so many people?"

"Once your Primordial Power is exhausted, you will only face death."

The dozens of black-clad warriors stare coldly at the white-robed woman.

The white-robed woman’s cold face reveals an unpleasant expression, urgency flickering in her brows.

At this moment, a cold white sword light flashes by.

An icy declaration resounds across the scene.

"What if you die first?"

"Who is it?" The faces of the dozens of black-clad warriors change.

Before they can react, as the cold white sword light fades, the dozens of black-clad warriors fall dead on the spot.

Whoosh... A figure appears out of thin air.

"Miss Bing Ning, all is well."

The newcomer is Xiao Yi, flashing a gentle smile as he looks at the white-robed woman in front of him.

"Young Master Xiao Yi?" The white-robed woman is first startled, then delighted.

This group of white-robed women is precisely the disciples of the Flower Sea Sect they encountered previously in the dangerous volcanic region.

And the leading person is naturally Miss Ning.

"Ice Pure Holy Lotus?" Xiao Yi glances at the pure white lotus floating in mid-air, slightly surprised.

The Ice Pure Holy Lotus is a ninth-grade rare Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure, a Healing Holy Medicine.

Its grade and rarity are similar to the Extreme Ice Sacred Lotus.

However, the Extreme Ice Sacred Lotus is for nurturing the mind, while the Ice Pure Lotus treats external injuries.

As a Martial Soul, the Ice Pure Holy Lotus ranks at the Purple Early Stage.

"Young Master Xiao Yi, what brings you here?" Miss Ning asks with surprise and delight.

"I’m heading to the Central Region, naturally passing through here." Xiao Yi smiles.

"Alright, enough pleasantries for now. I suppose Miss Bing Ning already knows what’s happening in this forest."

"Yes." Miss Ning nods and says, "A large number of ruthless black-clad warriors have suddenly appeared, ambushing the martial art prodigies from various regions."

"We have been battling these black-clad warriors for quite some time. If not for the proficiency of all my Flower Sea Sect disciples in Alchemist methods, some might have died by now."

"The most troublesome thing is that now the entire forest is sealed by a powerful barrier, leaving us unable to escape."

Xiao Yi nods, speaking softly, "If we can’t escape, then let’s unite and fight with abandon."

"Unite?" Miss Ning expresses a slight confusion.

"Yes." Xiao Yi replies, "Move to the left, keep moving sideways, and you’ll meet Tang Sha."

"Thank you, Young Master Xiao Yi." Miss Ning bows.

"Farewell." Xiao Yi nods and bows back.

"Farewell?" Miss Ning is taken aback, "Young Master Xiao Yi, aren’t you joining us?"

Xiao Yi shakes his head and says, "No, I have other matters to attend to."

"But..." Miss Ning furrows her brow, "With our strength, we might encounter these black-clad warriors again before meeting Young Master Tang Sha."

"Don’t worry." Xiao Yi says in a deep voice, "As long as you keep moving sideways and don’t advance, you won’t encounter those black-clad warriors."

"This..." Miss Ning hesitates.

"Rest assured and proceed, farewell." Xiao Yi bows slightly, his figure flickering, disappearing from where he stood.

In place, Miss Ning frowns.

After a while, she calls to the disciples behind her, "Let’s go, we’ll keep moving to the left."

A few disciples show signs of fear, saying, "Sister Bing Ning, what if we encounter those black-clad warriors again, wouldn’t it be dangerous?"

"We have no choice." Bing Ning says in a deep voice, "Staying here, we’ll soon be hunted again."

"Instead, going to meet Young Master Tang Sha offers a sliver of hope."

"Moreover..."

Miss Ning pauses, falling into deep thought.

"What’s wrong, Sister?" some disciples ask, puzzled.

"I don’t know, it feels a little strange." Bing Ning says solemnly, "When Young Master Xiao Yi mentioned moving sideways and not encountering any enemies, he was quite confident."

"Also, even if moving sideways means no enemies, what about the enemies in the forward direction?"

"Furthermore, fierce battles are erupting throughout this vast forest, proving that there must be an incredible number of black-clad warriors."

"If we can’t break the barrier, where is our way out?"

"Ah, then, Sister Bing Ning, doesn’t that mean we’re doomed?" a few disciples exclaim in shock.

"No." Miss Ning shakes her head, puzzled, "I just said, Young Master Xiao Yi’s words seemed full of confidence."

"It’s just unclear what exactly he intends to do."

"Forget it, no more pondering, let’s hurry on our way."

The group moves grandly sideways.

After some ten-odd minutes, the group finally understands the meaning behind Xiao Yi’s earlier words.

Because as they move sideways, almost every few minutes along the way, they see scattered corpses of the black-clad warriors.

Each of these corpses has a frost blood scar on the throat.

As they move sideways, the sight of corpses littered everywhere, blood flowing all around, fills their view.

"Hiss... Could it be that these people were all killed by Young Master Xiao Yi?" a few disciples are horrified and frightened.

"If so, just how many has Young Master Xiao Yi killed?"

Miss Ning glances at the corpses on the ground, also showing amazement, "Such strength, such speed of the sword, no, precise and ruthless, all killed with one strike."

"The corpses bear expressions of bewilderment."

"Proving that these black-clad warriors died before they could react, unaware of their death."

"How could it be, normal warriors wouldn’t fight like this, unless..."

"Unless what?" some disciples ask, puzzled.

Miss Ning says solemnly, "Unless this is the work of an assassin, and not just any, but a ruthless, experienced assassin of terrifying strength."

...

Deep within the forest, inside a pavilion.

Six ghostly figures kneel on one knee before the young master, expressions gray with defeat.

"Young master, we are incompetent and were unable to find this person."

"Can’t find him?" The young master’s brows furrow, and the teacup in his hand shatters with a crunch.

"Six at the Heavenly Extreme Ninth Layer, all together, yet unable to find one person in this tiny forest?"

The young master’s tone suddenly turns icy cold.

"Good, very good." A hint of a wicked smile crosses the young master’s face.

"Truly capable, it was worth it for me to personally make an appearance before him before."

"If you can’t find him, then force him to show himself."

"Hmm?" The six look puzzled.

The young master asks in a deep voice, "Every time he strikes, it’s always him alone, is that correct?"

The six think for a moment, nodding, "According to the prodigies we captured, indeed, it’s just one indistinct figure passing by, without others."

The young master nods, "I recall he has some other useless companions, which means they’ve hidden themselves."

"Go drag these little rats out."

As the words fall, several illusions gather in mid-air.

Looking closely, the faces on the illusions are those of Lih Fengxing and others.

"Yes." The six answer in unison, transforming once more into ghostly figures and vanishing from sight.

The young master rises leisurely, his wicked gaze directed toward the distant forest.

"This hunt is getting increasingly interesting."

"But I said, next time, you won’t be able to protect those useless companions of yours."

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