Soul Emperor Martial God-Chapter 732: Wind Saint Pot

Inn, inside the room.

Xiao Yi sat cross-legged, cultivating.

To Xiao Yi, a comfortable room or a humble cave were just places to stay.

Even though he had reached the Earth Extreme Fifth Layer, he still wouldn’t waste any time from his cultivation routine.

Night fell, and the moonlight was enticing.

The faint glow, penetrating through the window sill, shone in.

The light fell on that handsome and composed face, causing its owner to slightly open his eyes.

Xiao Yi momentarily ended his cultivation and walked to the window.

His gaze turned to the bright moon in the sky.

The moon tonight seemed very beautiful.

Yes, stunningly beautiful, so beautiful that Xiao Yi was lost in thought for a moment; alas, that beautiful moon was far, very far from him.

Creak creak, Xiao Yi clenched his fists so tightly that they cracked and popped.

A hint of ruthlessness surged over his face.

"Huh." He didn’t know how much time had passed when Xiao Yi suddenly took a deep breath.

He gathered his spirits.

Some things indeed required urgent action, some people indeed needed to be sought out promptly.

But, after all, one cannot rush.

The Central Region, too vast; this continent, unimaginably large.

Perhaps when he truly traversed every corner of the continent, he would have transcended this world, then he could easily pluck that moon, no matter how distant it was.

However, while things cannot be rushed, steps must be hastened, quickened.

"Speed up the pace," Xiao Yi said with a corner of his mouth lifted in a confident smile.

He was about to continue his cross-legged cultivation.

Suddenly, outside the window, streaks of hidden breaths passed by.

"Hmm?" Xiao Yi frowned.

Figures in black darted through the night.

These people were not targeting him, but...

"Gale Sect?" Xiao Yi was slightly puzzled.

The shadows headed en masse towards the room next door.

The next room was precisely where the Gale Sect was staying.

In less than a moment, there was a series of faint noises from next door.

The sounds were very weak.

Only with Xiao Yi’s astonishing Six Senses was he able to hear them clearly.

Soon after, a rustling noise came.

Seconds later, the noise ceased entirely.

Xiao Yi shook his head; he had no interest in meddling in these trifles.

Among Martial Artists, it was common to have grudges and conflicts when traveling abroad.

He neither knew what the situation was nor cared to know.

Just because he had no interest in meddling didn’t mean others were willing to let him be.

Swoosh... Swoosh... Swoosh...

This group of Martial Artists appeared out of nowhere in the room.

The Martial Artists were all clothed in wide robes, their faces unclear.

"We must cut them down to the root, this matter cannot be leaked," a middle-aged man whispered.

"Hmm?" The middle-aged man suddenly voiced his surprise, "There’s no one in the room?"

"I clearly remember that a young man booked a room here this morning."

The middle-aged man’s voice was very low.

Xiao Yi had been standing all along by the window ledge; although there was a pale moonlight shining in, the room was still quite dark.

In the darkness, Xiao Yi just stood there casually.

Yet this group of quite capable Martial Artists didn’t manage to notice him.

"Are you looking for me?" Xiao Yi walked out from the darkness.

"Hiss." The group of Martial Artists immediately gasped, taken aback.

In their eyes, Xiao Yi was like a ghost that appeared silently from the darkness.

"Kill him," the middle-aged man was the first to react and shouted coldly.

Boom...

Suddenly, an invisible Killing Intent enveloped the whole room instantly.

Thud... Thud... Thud...

A series of low sounds were heard.

The group of Martial Artists instantly turned into mist of blood.

The leader, a middle-aged man, looked at Xiao Yi with a face filled with terror.

Xiao Yi shrugged his shoulders and walked slowly toward the middle-aged man.

These people wanted to kill him; naturally, he wouldn’t hold back.

"Who are you?" Xiao Yi asked indifferently.

"I... I..." The middle-aged man began to tremble, "We just have some grievances with the Gale Sect."

"Please, sir, spare us."

Xiao Yi stared coldly at the middle-aged man, "A bunch of Earth Extreme Realm assassins trying to kill the insignificant forces of the Gale Sect?"

"Is this considered a petty grievance?"

Indeed, these Martial Artists were all from the Earth Extreme Realm.

The leader, the middle-aged man, had even reached the Earth Extreme Eighth Layer.

And the Gale Sect was merely a small force with a strong individual at the Earth Extreme First Layer.

The most talented individual in their sect was only around the Heavenly Origin Seventh Layer.

Was such a small force worth the assassination by a group of Earth Extreme Realm?

"Still not telling the truth?" Xiao Yi said coldly, glancing at the surrounding blood mist.

The middle-aged man couldn’t help but shiver.

"Sir, I advise you not to meddle in affairs that don’t concern you, you can’t handle our matter," the middle-aged man suddenly spoke with defiance.

Xiao Yi shrugged his shoulders, "If you won’t talk, then die. I have no interest in knowing anymore."

Terrifying killing intent suddenly pressed down on the middle-aged man.

"Wait." The middle-aged man’s face changed drastically, crying out urgently.

"I am a Wind Saint Guard under the command of a Grand Guardian of the Wind Saint Empire."

"Young man, in the Wind Saint Territory, daring to kill a Wind Saint Guard, your death is certain."

"Wind Saint Guard, people from the Wind Saint Empire, huh," Xiao Yi scoffed.

"What are you doing here?" Xiao Yi asked.

"A great Wind Saint Guard assassinating a Martial Artist from the Gale Sect?"

"This is none of your business. Like I said, you’d better not meddle," the middle-aged man spoke coldly.

Crack...

The next second, Xiao Yi had grasped the middle-aged man’s throat.

"Sir, please spare me." The middle-aged man struggled to speak, gasping for breath.

"We came here to take the Wind Saint Pot."

"The Wind Saint Pot?" Xiao Yi’s expression changed slightly before muttering to himself, "Well, at least I didn’t kill the wrong person." free𝑤ebnovel.com

"What do you mean, sir?" The middle-aged man’s face changed drastically.

Boom...

A cloud of blood mist burst open.

Xiao Yi took a Universe Ring from the middle-aged man’s body.

The Universe Ring had a faint smell of blood on it.

If he wasn’t mistaken, this Universe Ring originally belonged to someone from the Gale Sect.

Now, it had been snatched by these Wind Saint Guards.

Xiao Yi sensed the Universe Ring for a moment and took out an item from it.

It was a pot that looked like a wine gourd.

But it gleamed all over, exceptionally extraordinary.

An ancient aura faintly emanated from it.

"Is this the Wind Saint Pot?" Xiao Yi squeezed it; the Wind Saint Pot was extremely hard.

He had investigated the affairs of the Wind Saint Territory.

It was rumored that the first King of the Wind Saint Empire was a powerful figure with the title of "Saint" and was known as Wind Saint.

This powerful figure possessed Treasures, one of which was known as the Wind Saint Pot.

It was beyond a top-grade Elemental Artifact.

Rumors say that Wind Saint had imprinted his own Domain Power within the Wind Saint Pot.

Countless years had passed, and this power figure had long since fallen.

The Wind Saint Pot had also been lost for many years.

To this day, there was still no news of it.

It had become a legendary treasure in the Wind Saint Territory.

Unexpectedly, it appeared here today.

Without further thought, Xiao Yi took away the Universe Rings and Qiankun Bags from these Wind Saint Guards.

Boom...

A purple flame transformed into a dragon, coursing through the blood mist.

In just a few seconds, all the blood mist in the room, even the smell of blood, was completely incinerated, as if it had never existed.

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