Soul Emperor Martial God-Chapter 713: God Slaying Sword

Xiao Yi furrowed his brows as he stared at the several hundred spiritual senses before him.

Outside the Fengxu Palace, countless spiritual senses emerged and rushed over.

Densely packed, there were probably no less than ten thousand.

Xiao Yi couldn’t see the exact situation outside the Fengxu Palace, but these spiritual senses couldn’t escape his perception.

It was only those several hundred spiritual senses inside the Fengxu Palace that first appeared.

From their silent emergence to now appearing before his eyes.

Xiao Yi’s perception, however, couldn’t detect their presence in any way.

Yes, couldn’t detect.

These several hundred spiritual senses were clearly right in front of him, visible to his eyes.

Yet, his normally proud perception couldn’t sense their existence at all.

In Xiao Yi’s perception, these several hundred spiritual senses within the Fengxu Palace were like nothingness, completely undetectable.

You should know, perception is a method granted by the small world.

Its strength is related to the strength of the small world.

Xiao Yi’s small world was immensely vast, which made his perception far surpass that of Martial Artists of the same realm.

Even those at the Earth Extreme Peak could not evade his perception.

This proved that the realms of these several hundred spiritual senses before him, or rather, the levels of their spiritual senses, were above the Earth Extreme Peak.

"Heavenly Extreme Realm," Xiao Yi said with a solemn expression.

"Boy," the cold illusory elder opened his mouth at that moment.

"Although I don’t know how you came here, I advise you to obediently not resist."

"Otherwise..."

"If you damage my ’vessel,’ I will make you taste what it’s like to prefer death over life."

The voice of the illusory elder was exceedingly cold.

The moment his words fell, a chill wind surged throughout the Fengxu Palace.

"Such a strong aura," Xiao Yi’s expression changed slightly, "You are a Soul Master."

Xiao Yi doesn’t yet fully understand spiritual senses.

He only knows they are an ancient technique used by the powerful.

Especially Soul Masters, who through special means utilize their own Martial Souls to become spiritual senses.

"Hahahaha," the illusory elder laughed loudly.

"What, this place is the Wind Saint Territory, right? Even after countless years, you still recognize me as the Yin Wind Saint, don’t you?"

"Yin Wind Saint?" Xiao Yi furrowed his brows.

It was not just that it had been countless years, even if it hadn’t, Xiao Yi himself wasn’t from the Central Region, how could he recognize him?

However, this man was referred to as a Saint, possessing the title of a Saint.

It’s not hard to imagine how strong this person was in life.

"Stop wasting words with this boy," the other spiritual senses behind the illusory elder impatiently said.

These spiritual senses flashed excitement and bloodthirst in their eyes.

Their gaze toward Xiao Yi was as if they wanted to devour him.

"No rush," the illusory elder, who was also the Yin Wind Saint, said proudly.

"Take it slow, this vessel looks quite good."

"I want to perfectly seize it."

"Don’t worry," the Yin Wind Saint said, glancing at the other spiritual senses behind him.

"Once I leave this cursed place, I will bring more vessels back."

"At that time, all of us can leave here."

"Hehehehe," the several hundred spiritual senses behind laughed excitedly and coldly.

"Want to seize me? Then let’s see if you have the ability," Xiao Yi sneered.

"Overconfident," the Yin Wind Saint gave a cold smile and waved his large hand, releasing a surge of powerful Soul Power in an instant.

Chilled winds, like ghosts, ferociously pounced toward Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi’s expression turned cold, and the Blizzard Sword appeared in his hand, slashing out with a swing.

If it were a true Heavenly Extreme Realm here, Xiao Yi might have been apprehensive.

But just a bunch of dead spiritual senses for thousands of years, Xiao Yi wasn’t scared of them.

Mixed with the power of the Ice Sword Dao, his Sword Qi swung out heavily.

The approaching Yin Wind was instantly scattered.

Spiritual senses were illusions, Xiao Yi couldn’t do anything to them.

But these Yin Winds were attacks transformed by the Yin Wind Saint’s soul skills.

Soul Power, also a form of power.

Primordial Power can break it.

It’s just a matter of whose is stronger.

However, Soul Power is formless and shadowless, extremely peculiar and quite troublesome.

"Hmm? Boy, you have some skills, no wonder you could come here," the Yin Wind Saint’s piercing gaze turned increasingly cold.

"However, a mere Earth Extreme Third Layer is no different from an ant in front of this old man."

Yin Wind Saint saw through Xiao Yi’s cultivation level in one glance.

The next second, the fierce yin wind blew again inside Fengxu Palace.

The chilling ghosts launched themselves at Xiao Yi once more.

Not only was its force astonishing, but it also devoured the minds of men.

Xiao Yi’s mind trembled, and startled, he immediately steadied his mind.

Several more Sword Qi were released.

This time, however, the Sword Qi was scattered by the yin wind.

The terrifying yin wind intended to consume Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi reacted swiftly, cleaving heavily with his sword, breaking open a path and darting through.

The yin wind, having lost its target, struck directly onto the throne behind Xiao Yi.

The throne was completely undamaged.

The bones on the throne were also unaffected.

Rather, these yin winds dissipated completely when they encountered the eerie black sword piercing through the bones.

Like ice meeting fire, they melted instantly.

"Uh?" Xiao Yi immediately reacted.

That sword could suppress Soul Power.

At the same time, Yin Wind Saint and other spirits’ complexions greatly changed.

"God Slaying Sword? Damn it, how could such a supreme treasure be here?"

Xiao Yi had just been in front of the throne.

Thus, his silhouette perfectly blocked the bones behind him and the eerie long sword.

"God Slaying Sword?" Xiao Yi looked puzzled, and the next second, his figure flashed.

The spirits, including Yin Wind Saint, were instantly startled, "Boy, you want to take the God Slaying Sword? Dream on."

The terrifying yin wind, now with a dark radiance, surged in strength.

Its sinister aura, like a deep abyss’s cold wind, petrified minds.

Xiao Yi’s mind was instantly lost.

It felt as though he was about to be dragged into the Endless Abyss, never to return.

"This is bad." Xiao Yi bit his tongue tip, barely steadying his mind.

With a grand wave of his hand, a surge of Purple Flame burst forth.

A Flame Barrier with surging Purple Radiance instantly blocked the yin wind.

Xiao Yi’s figure flashed, returning to the front of the throne, and he pulled out the black sword.

On the other hand, the Purple Flame Barrier had only blocked the yin wind for a second before it collapsed.

This proved that the force of the yin wind far exceeded Xiao Yi’s realm.

"Not good," Yin Wind Saint’s face looked extremely ugly.

"You little brat, you’ve hidden your true strength."

"It’s really Purple Crystal Spirit Flame, possessing the strongest flame in the world."

"Even if you took the God Slaying Sword, I will claim your body."

As the words fell, Yin Wind Saint’s spirit burst out a weird black aura.

The black aura shot straight towards Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi, holding the black sword, cleaved.

The black aura almost instantly dissipated by a large amount.

"Indeed," Xiao Yi’s face brightened.

This black long sword had the effect of suppressing Soul Power.

However, it seemed he hadn’t fully unleashed the sword’s power yet.

Thus, the black aura was only scattered by a large margin.

Xiao Yi, relying on the sword, cleaved a path. With one strike, hundreds of spirits, including Yin Wind Saint, showed shocked expressions and reluctantly stepped back.

Whoosh... With a flash, Xiao Yi instantly left Fengxu Palace.

This Third Layer was definitely a place of trouble.

Apart from these spirits, who knew what other dangers there might be.

Regardless, he had to escape first.

As soon as Xiao Yi exited Fengxu Palace, he immediately took to Sky-controlling Flight, speeding to the extreme, heading back towards the barrier of the second layer.

"Boy, don’t even think of escaping."

Yin Wind Saint shouted, as a boundless yin wind chased after him.

Outside Fengxu Palace, tens of thousands of spirits also wore ferocious expressions.

Countless mysterious and eerie attacks blanketed the sky towards Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi’s face changed instantly, "How could this be, they are all Soul Masters?"

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