Soul Emperor Martial God-Chapter 17 - 16: The Terrifying Xingyi Five Extremes

Xiao Zimu swung his Fire Whirlwind Stick, and Xiao Yi immediately felt the threat, hastily stepping aside to dodge the blow.

When the Fire Whirlwind Stick slammed into the ground, it exploded with a ’boom,’ creating a huge hole in the Martial Arts Arena.

Xiao Yi’s pupils shrank, and he was inwardly shocked, "So powerful, the difference between the Mortal Realm Sixth Layer and the Fifth Layer is indeed huge."

In the Mortal Realm, the Sixth Layer was a watershed.

Although there was only one level difference between the Sixth and Fifth Layers, the True Qi inside their bodies differed by more than five or six times.

The richer the True Qi, the greater the power of the Martial Soul could be unleashed.

With a strike of his stick like that, Xiao Zimu could have severely injured Xiao Xingyang with a single blow.

Although both were Orange-rank Martial Souls, the gap in True Qi meant that the power of Xiao Zimu’s strike was more than five or six times stronger than Xiao Xingyang’s combat strength.

Below the Martial Arts Arena, Xiao Xingyang was also secretly horrified, "He truly deserves to be among the top five in the family; if I were against Xiao Zimu, I’m afraid a single swing of his stick could kill me in an instant."

Above the Martial Arts Arena, Xiao Zimu sneered and said, "Xiao Yi, you realize now how formidable I am, right? It’s not too late to beg for mercy."

"Beg for mercy?" Xiao Yi scoffed and then clenched his fist seriously, "It seems, it’s time to get serious."

Get serious?

Xiao Zimu was stunned.

The other clan members also couldn’t react, some even thought Xiao Yi was being too arrogant.

"The gap between the Mortal Realm Fifth Layer and Sixth Layer is too big; Xiao Yi might not even be able to take a few moves, let alone talk about getting serious."

"Talking about getting serious in front of someone from the Mortal Realm Sixth Layer, isn’t that just humiliating oneself?"

The clan members shook their heads in unison, as if they had already seen Xiao Yi’s impending defeat.

Xiao Zimu was more direct, launching the Fire Whirlwind Stick again to prove his strength with action.

"Xiao Yi, you’re defeated," shouted Xiao Zimu, launching an attack with his stick.

Xiao Yi scoffed coldly, utterly unfazed, and his body suddenly turned into a series of Illusions.

In that moment, flames engulfed his entire body.

Xiao Zimu’s attack with the Fire Whirlwind Stick was easily dodged by the Illusion.

"What’s going on?" Xiao Zimu was shocked, and refusing to believe it, he swung the Fire Whirlwind Stick again rapidly, creating a continuous barrage of stick shadows.

However, fast as the stick shadows were, they failed to hit the Illusion.

"What’s happening, what exactly is that? Some strange movement technique?" The clan members gaped in amazement.

In their eyes, Xiao Yi seemed to have become a nimble Fire Snake, his body blazing with fire.

"Am I seeing things?" Some clan members even rubbed their eyes vigorously, attempting to discern the Illusion clearly.

But no matter how they looked, they just couldn’t make heads or tails of it.

Indeed, Xiao Yi had exhibited one of the Xingyi Five Extremes, the Snake Formation. The subtlety of the Xingyi Five Extremes was not something outsiders could casually decipher.

Moreover, Xiao Yi had added the power of his Martial Soul Power, the Fire Control Beast’s flames.

This was one of his trump cards and something he had painstakingly learned and understood over the past half-month: combining the Xingyi Five Extremes with Martial Soul Power.

The flames themselves were explosive, and coupled with the Fire Control Beast’s mastery over controlling flames, under this explosive enhancement, his Snake Formation became even more elusive, more nimble, and harder to grasp, ethereal as mist.

At this point, Xiao Zimu kept attacking but was unable to hit Xiao Yi, which made him extremely anxious. Despite being of higher realm, he couldn’t even touch Xiao Yi, which was infuriating.

Following this, his rapid attacks drained his physical strength and True Qi immensely, leaving him sweating profusely.

"Ah... damn it, what exactly is going on?" Xiao Zimu gritted his teeth.

If even the Deacons and elders couldn’t see through the Xingyi Five Extremes, he was even less likely to understand it.

"Tired, are you?" At that moment, Xiao Yi scoffed coldly, "If you’re tired, then it’s my turn."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Yi moved, turning into a streak of flame-shrouded illusions, vanishing from the spot.

With a swoosh, Xiao Zimu couldn’t react at all, let alone understand how Xiao Yi disappeared.

"Such incredible speed," the clanspeople exclaimed in surprise.

Moreover, what astonished them even more was that, in their eyes, Xiao Yi had transformed into a cheetah engulfed in flames.

The cheetah charged, its speed was freakishly fast.

"Now it’s your turn to taste my attack," Xiao Yi shouted, suddenly appearing behind Xiao Zimu and launching a palm strike.

From Xiao Yi’s palm surged a fierce wind, as if the roar of a tiger filled the forest, ’roar’!

"This..." The clanspeople were extremely shocked; in their eyes, Xiao Yi had transformed once again, this time into a ferocious tiger.

The tiger descended the mountain, its force grand and mighty.

With a single palm strike, it was as if the forest trembled and the earth shook.

With a ’boom’, Xiao Zimu had no chance to react and was directly sent flying by Xiao Yi’s palm strike.

The Xingyi Five Extremes, combined with Martial Soul Power, was just that formidable.

’Pfft’, Xiao Zimu spat out blood, flying off the stage.

By the time he hit the ground, he had completely passed out, the clothing on his back torn to shreds.

The sharp-eyed clanspeople could clearly see an eye-catching, severely burned palm print on his back.

"The top-five ranked Xiao Zimu... was defeated?"

"And Xiao Yi only used two moves, that’s a total victory, right?"

The expressions of the clanspeople could no longer be described as surprised, but rather, they were shocked to the extreme.

In a corner, the Third Elder, Xiao Chong, shed a tear, "Good, very good, Yii’er, you’ve finally grown up."

Initially, he was merely entrusted by the Family Head to take care of Xiao Yi, but with the Family Head missing for many years and not returning, Xiao Yi had been raised by his hand alone, and he had long regarded Xiao Yi as his own child.

Over the years, he had been busy with the family’s affairs, had to deal with hidden troubles from people like the Fifth Elder, and was full of worry for Xiao Yi, working tirelessly for his future.

Especially since the former Xiao Yi was a timid character who had awakened a Wasted Martial Soul.

Who could know how much pressure he had borne over the years, how many hearts had been broken over Xiao Yi.

Now, seeing Xiao Yi achieving complete victory over the most outstanding youth of the family, his emotions were simply indescribable.

Ecstasy? Relief? Pride? Satisfaction? He didn’t know, he only managed to uncontrollably shed a tear.

On the other side, the Fifth Elder’s hand clenched, and with a ’crack’, he crushed the teacup in his grasp, his face filled with cold fury.

Xiao Ruohan’s expression was also frosty, "When did this little waste become so powerful? Damn it!"

.....

On the Martial Arts Arena, Xiao Yi stood with his hands behind his back, gazing indifferently at the other disciples, "Who else wants to step up and spar with me?"

The disciples swept by his calm gaze all turned their heads away, not daring to meet his eyes.

Even those ranked higher in the Mortal Realm Sixth Layer had nothing to say. They were very clear that they absolutely could not achieve a total victory over Xiao Zimu. But Xiao Yi did, proving that his strength was definitely above theirs.

To still go up and spar with Xiao Yi would only be to humiliate oneself.

The referee glanced around, saw that no one responded, and loudly declared, "This battle, Young Master Xiao Yi wins."

The referee had even changed his address, spontaneously calling him ’Young Master’.

You should know, it had been many years since anyone in the Xiao Family willingly addressed Xiao Yi with such respect.

This world is such, where martial prowess is revered. Xiao Yi had shown enough strength, enough talent, and thus he was respected by others.

"Xiao Yi, you may step down now," the referee said cheerfully.

Xiao Yi shook his head, "No rush."

He then turned his gaze toward the Elder’s Seat not far away, where elders and deacons watched the martial arts competitions.

Xiao Ruohan was also sitting there, below the Fifth Elder.

"Xiao Ruohan," Xiao Yi said proudly, "you remember our bet, right? You lost!"

Losing, Xiao Ruohan had lost the bet! In this public setting, with all the clan members present, the most prominent figure of the young generation heard the word ’lose’ for the first time.

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