Soul Emperor Martial God-Chapter 893: How Much Do You Want?

"Bastard."

From beyond the horizon, a thunderous roar of anger resounded.

At the same time, an overwhelming aura, as if tearing through the confines of space, struck instantaneously.

Bang... The aura hit Xiao Yi heavily.

Xiao Yi did not resist, nor did he have the strength to resist.

The Primordial Power within his Small World had been completely burned away and exhausted.

The immense Small World, containing all its Primordial Power, was fully incinerated in a mere minute.

This alone gave him an extraordinary combat power just now, crushing the Hidden Six; even Beiyin Wuxie, wearing the Heavenly Cloud Outer Robe, was severely injured under his fists.

However, the aftermath of such power was that a minute later, he had no more combat power left.

With a thud, Xiao Yi was directly blasted a hundred meters away by the aura.

When he landed on the ground, he was covered in blood, slumped to the ground.

The whole person, no, it was almost indescribable as human.

His body was riddled with severe wounds.

Some were cracks caused by fierce winds; others bore evident sunken fist marks.

These were injuries sustained during his battle with Beiyin Wuxie and the Hidden Six.

Some were skin burnt black with veins faintly visible.

These were the injuries from the self-destruction of the Hidden Six, and the backlash from previously burning the ’Ice Mountain Fire Sea’, with Primordial Power surging throughout his body.

But the most severe of all was the current sensation that his entire skin was about to melt away.

That one minute earlier, seemingly invincible and powerful.

But heaven knows the agony he endured while fighting.

The whole body, burning from within and out, felt almost constantly like being immersed in molten lava, tortured by blazing fires.

All his internal organs, limbs, and bones had suffered unimaginable injuries.

If not for the fact that the battle was still ongoing and his enemies were still present, he would have probably collapsed by now.

Under such terrifying injuries, the only thing supporting him was his steadfast Sword Heart and a deep-seated conviction in his heart.

With a ruined face, the only unchanging aspect was his cold, unwavering eyes.

His eyes fixed straight ahead.

There lay Beiyin Wuxie’s corpse; beside it, a young man knelt, his face a complex mix of grief and anger.

Xiao Yi glanced at the Cold Flame Sword still in his hand.

In truth, with just the Cold Flame Sword alone, it was impossible to pierce the similarly mid-grade Holy Artifact Heavenly Cloud Outer Robe.

At the last moment, a sharp, unparalleled gleam had flashed across the Sword Edge.

That was the ’Sword Tip’ of the Ice Phoenix Sword.

It was because of this that the impenetrable defense of the Heavenly Cloud Outer Robe was pierced through like ’thin paper’; allowing the Cold Flame Sword to penetrate Beiyin Wuxie’s throat.

Of course, at that time, it was merely borrowing the Ice Phoenix Sword’s irresistibly sharp edge, without drawing upon the power within the sword.

Otherwise, the backlash from the Ice Phoenix Sword would have been more terrifying than any backlash, and he wouldn’t have been able to persist without collapsing.

Ahead, the young man in resplendent attire, with golden trim adorning it.

The young man was only slightly older than Beiyin Wuxie.

But unlike Beiyin Wuxie’s sinister and evil charm, the young man’s face carried a lofty pride akin to that of a high mountain, exuding an aura of absolute dominance over the world.

Judging by appearance alone, it was clear this person was no ordinary figure.

However, at this moment, the young man’s body clearly exuded intense sadness and anger.

"Wuxie, we agreed to compete during this hunt, and you..."

The young man knelt on one knee, with a pale hand grasping Beiyin Wuxie’s shoulder, as if trying to shake him ’awake’.

His other hand clenched tightly onto the scorched earth, grasping extremely firmly.

After a while, the young man closed his eyes with a complex expression, then opened them.

Both hands suddenly let go and gradually stood up.

The young man, with sword eyebrows and star-like eyes, his sharp gaze staring directly at Xiao Yi.

"Did you kill Wuxie?" The young man’s fist clutched tightly with a crackling sound.

Xiao Yi remained silent, but those cold eyes met the young man’s fierce gaze without the slightest retreat.

"You’re already gravely injured, why aren’t you the one dead." The young man’s words seemed to squeeze from his teeth, filled with extreme anger.

"Why aren’t you the one lying on the ground."

"Because he was weaker than me." Xiao Yi’s battered face spat out a few cold, detached notes.

"Weaker?" The young man muttered to himself, "In my presence, you are not qualified to use that word."

"No more unnecessary words." Xiao Yi said coldly, "If you want revenge for him, then strike."

The young man’s expression was icy to the extreme, glancing at Xiao Yi’s battered appearance, his brow furrowed.

"Though now you’re seriously injured, killing you would seem dishonorable."

"But since you killed Wuxie, you won’t live today."

"I’ll use just one sword strike, one sword is all it takes to kill you."

In the young man’s hand, a sharp sword appeared suddenly.

A golden light surged on the sword, the sharpness was overwhelming.

An immense and astonishingly powerful aura erupted from his body.

"Half-step Unlimited." Xiao Yi’s brow lightly furrowed.

Previously, whether dealing with Beiyin Wuxie or the Hidden Six, their strength surpassed half-step Unlimited.

But their actual Cultivation fell far below half-step Unlimited.

Beiyin Wuxie and the Hidden Six were all merely at the Heavenly Extreme Ninth Layer, not even reaching the Heavenly Extreme Peak.

Yet this young man, solely from Cultivation, had already reached the level of a half-step Unlimited, a super strong individual with half a foot into the Infinite Realm.

At such an age, with such Cultivation, it was terrifying.

"I also will use just one sword strike." Xiao Yi’s face was indifferent, unafraid.

He would strike only once, and could only strike once.

Given his current state, he surely wouldn’t be able to endure a second strike.

A powerful aura also erupted from his body.

The Primordial Power within him was already exhausted.

Currently, the only asset he had was the Cold Flame Sword; the only power he could borrow was the force within the Cold Flame Sword.

With a severely injured body, he was forcibly drawing out the power within the Cold Flame Sword.

The aura around him bore ever upward; simultaneously, this placed greater pressure and strain on his severely wounded body.

The two opposing auras suddenly shot skyward, churning the winds and clouds above.

One aura belonged to the young man; the other, to Xiao Yi.

Both men, without drawing their swords, were already clashing with their auras.

Crackle... crackle...

The clash of their auras sent a vibrant symphony throughout the sky, echoing across the entire forest.

"Hmm?" The young man suddenly furrowed his brow, "With such a severely injured body, you can still unleash such an aura."

"It’s no wonder Wuxie fell at your hands, and perished here."

"But today, you won’t live."

As he uttered the last word, the young man’s aura violently surged once more.

Without any visible action, the aura that was only at half-step Unlimited had instantly crossed into the Infinite Realm.

Furthermore, the aura was still expanding.

High in the air, Xiao Yi’s aura was immediately suppressed.

Xiao Yi’s brows tightened, intensifying the draw on the Cold Flame Sword’s power.

However, the speed of his drawing was clearly outpaced by the speed of the young man’s surging aura.

"Damn." Xiao Yi cursed internally, "Give me more."

Xiao Yi was fiercely determined in his heart.

But just then, the Cold Flame Sword shimmered with light, with that cold white glow becoming increasingly bright.

"How much do you want?"

An inexplicable voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

"Hm? Sword Spirit?" Xiao Yi was startled internally, but had no time to think more, he shouted in his mind, "All of it."

"All of it?" The inexplicable voice responded with surprise.

"The power within the Cold Flame Sword, even a highly cultivated late-stage Extreme Realm expert would not dare to take it all."

"Let alone someone with such minimal Cultivation as yours? Especially with your currently severely injured body, do you wish to be utterly overwhelmed?"

Xiao Yi’s heart turned cold, "Right now, I am the one controlling the Cold Flame Sword."

"And I say, all of it."

Xiao Yi’s internal voice was unbearably cold.

"Then as you wish." The inexplicable voice responded, neither warm nor cold.

Bang...

A colossal power within the Cold Flame Sword gushed forth in an instant.

Xiao Yi’s aura surged instantly, with an unstoppable momentum, suppressing the young man’s aura in an instant.

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First update.