Soul Emperor Martial God-Chapter 825: Blast Them All Out

"Break."

Xiao Yi shouted in a low voice, heavily slashing out with the Blizzard Sword.

Buzz... a humming sound.

A ripple of waves formed on the barrier, but it did not shatter.

"Tsk tsk, it’s useless," the Sixth Prince said with a smug smile.

"This is a Sub-Saint Artifact bestowed by the Wind Hall Master, the strongest treasure of the Wind Shattering Hall."

"You cannot harm us."

Xiao Yi turned his gaze to the other seven people.

Among the seven, besides Lih Fengxing, the other six had all summoned Sub-Saint Artifacts, a green barrier protecting them in front.

Swoosh...

Xiao Yi’s figure flickered, and he thrust his sword towards Lih Fengxing.

"Good timing," Lih Fengxing shouted, "Let me see your strongest power..."

Before the words were finished.

Boom... a loud crash.

Lih Fengxing was directly blasted away by a sword, a hideous sword mark on his chest, blood gushing out.

"Lih Fengxing, if you don’t want to die, hurry and summon the Sub-Saint Artifact for protection," the Kuanglan Sect Master called out.

"Impossible," Lih Fengxing said with an ugly expression.

"The Sub-Saint Artifact bears the prohibition branded by the Wind Hall Master, it’s also the last means of survival."

"Once used, we will be forcibly dragged out of the Holy Land and will have no chance at these inheritances..."

Bang... another explosion sounded.

Before Lih Fengxing could finish, another sword mark appeared on his body, flung him a hundred meters away.

What Lih Fengxing said was not a secret.

Even before they entered the Holy Land, the Wind Hall Master had explained this matter.

Moreover, seven people had already summoned the Sub-Saint Artifact’s protective barrier.

"So strong," Lih Fengxing gritted his teeth.

Swoosh... Xiao Yi disappeared again from his place.

Whoosh... a fierce sword light directly aimed at Lih Fengxing’s throat.

Before the sword arrived, Lih Fengxing already felt the sharp and murderous sword light.

He knew, this sword was enough to take his life.

Just as the sword edge was about to pierce, Lih Fengxing reluctantly summoned the Sub-Saint Artifact.

A protective barrier enveloped him.

"Heh." Xiao Yi withdrew his sword, coldly watching Lih Fengxing inside the barrier.

"This time, it’s your spear that’s defeated."

Lih Fengxing said nothing, his face looking grim and full of surprise.

In his eyes, Xiao Yi’s aura was boiling and violent at this moment.

The constantly soaring aura was utterly terrifying.

"What level exactly is your strength at?" Lih Fengxing asked in a deep voice.

Xiao Yi said nothing, his figure flickering back to the Sixth Prince’s front.

The Sixth Prince’s pupils shrank immediately, but upon realizing he was within the barrier, he quickly calmed down.

"Little thief, you can’t do anything to me," the Sixth Prince said with a smug smile.

"You’d better retreat quickly and not waste the opportunity for fortune in the Holy Land."

"No rush," Xiao Yi said coldly, slashing out a sword.

"What are you trying to do?" The Sixth Prince exclaimed.

"Heh, I want to see how hard this turtle shell is," Xiao Yi sneered coldly.

The Blizzard Sword in his hand struck the barrier, buzz... a humming sound.

Ripples on the barrier continued, vibrating incessantly.

Boom... boom... boom...

Within a second, Xiao Yi slashed out dozens of times.

The vibrations on the barrier became more intense, it wouldn’t last for long before it would shatter.

"You... you..." The Sixth Prince began to shiver.

"Xiao Yi, no, Young Master Xiao Yi, let’s talk it out."

In the next second, dozens of sword shadows slashed down.

The entire barrier was already on the verge of collapse, close to shattering.

"Ice Sky Splitting Slash," Xiao Yi shouted in a low voice.

A terrifying blizzard gathered at the tip of the sword, the Sword Intent astonishing.

As the sword fell, with a soft sound, the barrier collapsed.

"How could it be..." The Sixth Prince turned pale with shock.

In the next second, an inexplicable force enveloped and pulled him.

"Begone." Xiao Yi punched forward.

At the moment this force appeared, a punch sent the Sixth Prince flying.

"Pugh." The Sixth Prince spewed a mouthful of blood, then was forcibly dragged out of the Holy Land by this force.

His figure flickered, disappearing already.

In place, only a vicious declaration was left, "Xiao Yi, you little thief, remember this."

Xiao Yi shrugged, his face indifferent, and walked beside the other six people.

Boom... Boom... Boom...

Terrifying Sword Light fell again and again.

The icy blizzard raged incessantly.

One barrier after another dissipated.

Qin Hongyi, Yu Feng, and others, as soon as their barriers dissipated, were forcibly pulled out of the Holy Land by an inexplicable force.

Of course, just before being pulled out, they were all punched by Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi’s gaze turned to the Kuanglan Sect Master.

"You... you... little thief..." the Kuanglan Sect Master said urgently, "Let’s talk this over."

"Our Kuanglan Sect has no grievance or enmity with you."

"Why don’t we let this matter go?"

Although the Protective Barrier was activated, as long as it was not forcibly shattered, they could remain in the Holy Land.

The Prohibition set by the Wind Hall Master marked the creation of the Protective Barrier as their final life-saving card.

Once the Protective Barrier was forcibly shattered, it meant they had encountered an irresistible crisis within the Holy Land.

Thus, the force on the Prohibition would forcibly pull them out of the Holy Land to save their lives.

"I said this before." Xiao Yi’s face was indifferent.

"There’s no grievance or enmity between us. If you don’t provoke me, I can pretend I’ve never seen you."

"The path is wide open; each will go their own way."

"Saying it now, it’s too late." Xiao Yi shook his head and swung the Blizzard Sword continuously.

Boom... The Kuanglan Sect Master’s Protective Barrier only persisted for a few seconds before being shattered.

Likewise, the Kuanglan Sect Master was punched away, then pulled out of the Holy Land by the forces of the Prohibition.

The next second, Xiao Yi was in front of Chu Rou.

Chu Rou said nothing, just stared at Xiao Yi with her beautiful eyes.

Boom... A few seconds later, her barrier was shattered under Xiao Yi’s sword.

"Hoo." Chu Rou took a deep breath, recalling the previous few people who had been punched away, and her face couldn’t help but turn a little pale.

"Young Master Thief, truly impressive."

"Come on, I’m ready."

Chu Rou closed her eyes, waiting to be punched away.

However, the anticipated punch did not happen.

In her ear, a casual laugh was heard.

"Miss Chu Rou, your tune earlier was nice."

"Although it wasn’t out of goodwill, at least it calmed my Mental State for a moment."

"I’ll spare you this punch, thanks."

"Ah?" Chu Rou was stunned and opened her eyes.

Before she could say anything, the forces on the Prohibition gently pulled her out of the Holy Land.

The whole place was left with only the barriers of the Eldest Prince and Lih Fengxing.

Swish... Xiao Yi arrived in front of the Eldest Prince.

A few seconds later, he broke through the barrier and then slashed several times, crippling the Eldest Prince’s limbs.

"You... bastard... Xiao Yi, remember this. Our Wind Saint Empire will never rest with you..."

Before he could finish, he was pulled out of the Holy Land.

...

Outside the Holy Land.

Around the Desolate Land, tens of thousands of Martial Artists sat cross-legged in training.

Within the Desolate Land, the Wind Hall Master and several Sub Hall Masters stood with hands clasped, staring at the air ahead.

"I wonder how Fengxing and the others are doing now," one Sub Hall Master inquired.

"Hehe." Another Sub Hall Master laughed, "Fengxing and the other 8 were the strongest who emerged from this Wind Silence Conference. They won’t disappoint us."

"By now, they might already be comprehending the Inheritance."

At the same time, Lvu Zheng and others paused their training slightly.

"Where on earth has the Deacon gone?" Lvu Zheng looked puzzled.

"Sigh, in fact, I always felt the Deacon’s strength was formidable."

"Earlier, if the Deacon had been willing to step in, he might have secured a spot."

Several teammates beside him sneered, "I guess that Deacon was ordered to participate in the Wind Silence Conference."

"But, all those who stepped in earlier were famous Heavenly Talents."

"The Deacon probably thought he had no chance of winning, so he didn’t plan to come forward to avoid bringing shame to the First Main Hall if he lost."

"And now, he’s sneaked away."

Just then, in the distance within the Desolate Land, the air suddenly distorted.

A figure was violently expelled.

"Hmm?" The Wind Hall Master and others were startled.

"The Sixth Prince?"

...

Chapter One.

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