Soul Emperor Martial God-Chapter 714: The Powerful Yin Wind Saint

Xiao Yi had just flown a few hundred meters out of the Fengxu Palace.

An overwhelming barrage of soul skills was already hurtling toward him.

"Damn it," Xiao Yi slashed with his sword.

The black sword in his hand barely managed to block most of the soul skills attacks around him.

However, as a result, he was forcibly blasted back to the ground.

Just as he landed,

Tens of thousands of Spiritual Senses swarmed around him like a tide.

The hundreds of Spiritual Senses he had encountered in the Fengxu Palace had arrived in an instant.

The Spiritual Senses of the Yin Wind Saint and the other hundreds of souls were clearly of a much higher level and realm than the tens of thousands outside.

"Kid, are you really unwilling to surrender quietly?" the Yin Wind Saint stared at Xiao Yi coldly.

"Do you insist on enduring torment worse than death?"

Xiao Yi couldn’t be bothered to waste words with them, took a step back, and swept his sword, forcefully carving a path.

The tens of thousands of Spiritual Senses hesitated because of the black sword in Xiao Yi’s hand,

The second reason was their fear of harming Xiao Yi’s body.

So they all stepped aside.

"You can’t escape," the Yin Wind Saint shouted loudly.

Swoosh...

His figure turned into a gust of Yin Wind, shooting straight towards Xiao Yi.

Swoosh...

Xiao Yi’s vision blurred for a moment, and the Yin Wind Saint had already blocked his way.

Looking at the Yin Wind Saint again, he now had a Yin Wind Longsword in his hand.

It was a sword condensed from Soul Power.

The Yin Wind Longsword slashed out.

Xiao Yi didn’t even have time to react, and the Yin Wind Longsword had already cleaved across his chest.

Hiss...

A streak of blood instantly appeared on Xiao Yi’s chest.

Blood sprayed out from his chest in an instant.

The blood, in less than half a second, turned black.

Drip...

A faint sound.

Large patches of blood fell to the ground, emitting a sizzling corrosive noise.

"Puh." By the time Xiao Yi reacted, he had spat out a mouthful of blood and his figure was directly blasted away.

He couldn’t withstand even a fraction of the force from the Yin Wind Longsword.

Once he steadied himself, he glanced at the bloodstain on his chest and his complexion immediately changed.

The injury on his chest was fiercely ravaged by a gust of Yin Wind.

As the blood touched this Yin Wind, it instantly became a toxic liquid.

He tried to heal with Primordial Power.

But the Primordial Power was completely blocked by the Yin Wind.

The wound on his chest kept bleeding.

"Damn it." Xiao Yi gritted his teeth, forced to endure the pain of his injuries.

In the distance, the Yin Wind Saint walked over coldly.

"Kid, do you really think I, the Yin Wind Saint, am famous for nothing?"

Swoosh...

The figure of the Yin Wind Saint disappeared from the spot in an instant.

Swish...

Another slash came.

Xiao Yi’s chest felt as if struck by lightning, then he was severely blasted away.

"Puh." Another mouthful of blood spat out.

The blood flowing out of his chest increased; the Yin Wind circling the wound became even more chilling.

"This is bad." For the first time, Xiao Yi’s face showed urgency.

A sense of helplessness arose in his heart for the first time.

The Yin Wind Saint, although dead for many years,

was a Soul Master, fully capable of employing Soul Power to unleash astonishing battle strength.

Soul Power added to the Spiritual Sense enabled an incredibly fast spectral body.

The Soul Power condensed into the Yin Wind Longsword, granting it terrifying power.

The speed at which the Yin Wind Saint had moved and the two slashes he had made were decidedly well beyond the Earth Extreme Peak.

That meant, the Yin Wind Saint’s current strength was that of the Heavenly Extreme Realm.

Probably not much weaker than his strength in life.

Heavenly Extreme Realm strength, Xiao Yi had no confidence in resisting.

He realized that he had always underestimated the Martial Artists from the Central Region.

The Central Region held splendor not inferior to the Ancient Times, not something he could afford to underestimate.

Swoosh...

At that moment, the Yin Wind Saint flashed again, appearing in front of Xiao Yi.

The Yin Wind Longsword in his hand slashed down.

Xiao Yi hastily raised the black sword in his hand, intending to defend.

But the speed of the Yin Wind Saint was too fast.

So fast that Xiao Yi couldn’t even react.

Swish...

There was another bloody mark on Xiao Yi’s chest.

His body was sent flying once again.

Three bloody grooves on his chest were entwined with Yin Wind, which was continuously corroding his flesh.

A massive amount of Yin Wind had already invaded his internal organs.

A strange power was assaulting his heart and mind.

He knew that once his heart and mind were breached, the Yin Wind would completely corrode his body.

At that time, he would become a mere chopping block in the hands of the Yin Wind Saint, ready to be seized by force.

"Boy, still want to resist?" the Yin Wind Saint came over, both proud and excited.

"I want to kill you, it’s hardly more difficult than crushing an ant."

"My sword, imbued with Yin Wind Soul Power, ensures that every slash on your body is as if the Yin Wind itself has engulfed you, flaying you with endless cuts."

"Can you continue to endure such agonizing torture?"

Xiao Yi remained silent, his face looking extremely grim.

The black longsword in his hand had been lowered.

Although this sword was effective in restraining Soul Power, the gap in strength between him and the Yin Wind Saint was too vast. It was of no use.

He realized the function of the three barriers within the Secret Realm.

Even more, he understood why the Ancient Fengxu Royal Family, rather than leaving behind even a single record for their descendants, would prefer their inheritances lost.

Each layer of the barrier was essentially meant to trap this group of Spiritual Senses. No, to be accurate, these had become monsters.

If these malicious Spiritual Senses were to escape, the entire continent might descend into chaos.

Only, by some rotten luck, he had stumbled into this place.

"Boy, have you given up?" Seeing Xiao Yi lower his black sword, the Yin Wind Saint couldn’t help but smile with satisfaction.

"Go all out," Xiao Yi’s expression hardened.

There was no way he would just give up and die here.

Xiao Yi gripped the black longsword once again, his heart and mind already connected to the Eight Dragons Burning Fire Furnace.

However, just as he moved, an intense pain surged within him.

The pain in his internal organs was worse than being sliced by a thousand blades, as if countless needles were cruelly jabbing into him.

"Ah." Even someone as determined as Xiao Yi couldn’t help but let out a light gasp.

"Ha ha ha ha." The Yin Wind Saint laughed triumphantly.

"Boy, I’ve long known that a Martial Arts genius like you is always cautious and never willing to give up easily."

"Even that you would have many aces up your sleeve."

"But, my Yin Wind has already completely eroded inside you."

"With just a thought, I can take your life."

"No matter how many aces you have or how many methods you possess, what use are they if you cannot use them?"

The Yin Wind Saint was a renowned power figure even in the Ancient Times.

Such an Old Monster was naturally crafty and farsighted.

The Yin Wind Saint had approached Xiao Yi, looking down on him from a superior position.

"Boy, I’ll unceremonious take your body."

"Rest assured, in the future, I will use your body to become famous across the continent, no, to dominate the entire continent."

"Ha ha ha ha."

The Yin Wind Saint laughed out loud.

A transparent palm reached out towards Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi gritted his teeth, wanting to resist, but his body wouldn’t respond as if it was no longer under his control.

The Yin Wind had thoroughly eroded his body.

The Yin Wind Soul Power enveloped his Small World, even infiltrating inside.

"Hm? What a vast Small World," the Yin Wind Saint exclaimed in surprise.

Through the Yin Wind Soul Power, he could see everything inside Xiao Yi.

His palm had already landed on Xiao Yi’s heart.

A dense Yin Wind power erupted from him and invaded Xiao Yi’s body, beginning to take control.

"Damn it, damn it," Xiao Yi clenched his teeth tightly.

The Yin Wind Soul Power was already spread throughout his Small World.

"Keke, boy, first your Martial Soul, then your Qi Spring and Small World, followed by your organs."

"In the end, your entire body will be under my control..."

The Saint sneered, but his words suddenly stopped abruptly.

"What... what is that..."

For the first time, a look of fear appeared on the Yin Wind Saint’s face.

He widened his eyes, but failed to notice that the face of Xiao Yi in front of him had become terrifyingly fierce at some point.

"You want to take over my body? Then let’s see who dies first," Xiao Yi’s voice squeezed through his clenched teeth.

He had too much left undone; he could not possibly fall here.

His cold face bore a determination incomparable to ordinary people.

In his heart, he called out unyieldingly.

He must take back control of his body.

While the Yin Wind Saint was manipulating the Yin Wind, intending to touch everything within Xiao Yi’s Small World,

When his Yin Wind came into contact with that cold sword emitting a deep, purple glow...

The Yin Wind instantly dissipated.

The long-silent Ice Phoenix Sword, as if hearing its master’s unyielding call, suddenly burst forth with radiant light.

Xiao Yi’s eyes suddenly changed.

A scorching flame, a profound black hole, burst forth from his pupils.

An invisible vortex suddenly appeared.

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