"Hm?"

The Soul Hall Master let out a startled sound.

Looking at that sword slashing toward him, he instinctively wanted to ignore it and struck out with a palm.

After all, standing before him was merely a young man who hadn’t even stepped into Legend.

Let alone a mere Supreme— even an old-established Legendary Martial Artist could not withstand a single thought in his heart.

But when the sword body truly pressed down, the Soul Hall Master’s expression suddenly changed.

The Soul Power in his palm was instantly cleaved apart by that sword and scattered into tatters.

If not for his quick reaction and hurried withdrawal, his palm would likely have already been pierced through.

At the same time, that sword had yet to retreat, continuing its direct assault.

That sword had no edge, no intent, no force.

Yet it directly ignored all the Soul Power protecting his body.

With the Soul Power coursing through him, even someone on the level of Elder Jiang Yue wouldn’t be able to shake it in the slightest.

But now, this young man before him came forward with his sword, counter-pressing, even arriving just a few steps from him.

The current situation looked more like this young man before him was the one dealing with him, the Soul Hall Master.’

"Hmph." The Soul Hall Master gave a cold snort and retreated three steps.

The Soul Hall Master was, in the end, the Soul Hall Master— a Legend of this era, the number-one Soul Master of the Central Region, one of the few top experts under the heavens.

How could his methods be taken lightly?

His three steps back happened to slip out of the sword’s range.

And with each step he retreated, the Soul Power on his body erupted once.

When the three steps landed, his Soul Power had already surged to the heavens.

Soul Power turned itself into attacks, sweeping toward Xiao Yi.

Soul Power was formless.

But under the Soul Hall Master’s absolute control, it was like a hand of pure form.

It looked as faint as air, yet every strand was enough to crush towering mountains, to blast apart the vault of heaven and the earth below.

The Soul Hall Master didn’t even need to make any movement.

With a single thought, he could unleash his full strength.

This was the terror of a Soul Master.

That hand of pure form looked weak, but Xiao Yi’s instincts told him that each one was extremely dangerous.

Each one was enough to kill an old-established Legendary Expert on the spot.

Yet at the same time, his instincts also told Xiao Yi that the sword in his hand feared none of it.

Xiao Yi held the sword in one hand. The sword had no edge, yet Sword Shadows danced.

The Sword Shadows sealed the area around him so tightly that not even wind could pass.

Though it was a defensive sword,

at the same time, it was also an offensive sword.

As the Sword Shadows danced, they also pressed step by step toward the Soul Hall Master.

Where the Sword Edge passed, those formless hands rushing in were cleaved apart by a stroke before they could even approach Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi’s sword became unstoppable, like splitting bamboo.

Yet his footsteps had not advanced even an inch.

The reason was very simple.

Even if the sword in his hand shattered the Soul Power before him, the Soul Power on the Soul Hall Master’s body still burst forth without end.

Every time Xiao Yi destroyed a formless hand, another would condense in an instant.

The two sides were locked in a stalemate in a flash.

Yet just this alone was enough for Xiao Yi to be incomparably proud.

The dignified Soul Hall Master had actually been forced to the point where he couldn’t do anything to him.

"You do have some skill." The Soul Hall Master narrowed his eyes.

In his eyes, besides surprise, the coldness only grew stronger.

The God Slaying Sword absolutely could not be lost and could only be taken into the Soul Hall.

Whoosh...

Suddenly, Kuang Feng howled.

That wind was eerie and unfathomable.

Within that wind was an invisible, extreme penetrating power.

Clearly, that too was Soul Power manifested.

Again, there was not the slightest movement from the Soul Hall Master.

Yet the hundred meters around had already become a domain of Kuang Feng.

Within Kuang Feng, the formless hands still danced.

Xiao Yi held his sword, still blocking them one by one.

A stream of Kuang Feng turned into a Wind Blade, seeming to ignore space as it slashed in.

Xiao Yi shifted the sword body; the Bladeless Sword barely managed to ride the wind and scrape past.

The wind was as thin as cicada wings.

The sword cleaved precisely along the edge of those cicada wings.

The Wind Blade instantly dissipated without a trace.

The wind grew ever more violent, ever more rampant.

Kuang Feng howled, formless hands danced.

Yet within it, Xiao Yi’s figure became ever more mysterious and unfathomable.

One man, one sword; meeting Kuang Feng head-on, clashing against countless formless hands.

The sword body would either ride the wind with precision or come cleaving down, breaking the sky.

Around them, there was nothing but Soul Power constantly dispersing.

The Soul Hall Master’s brows gradually furrowed, and they knit tighter and tighter.

As for Xiao Yi, the more he fought, the braver he became, the sword in his hand growing ever more unstoppable.

Xiao Yi’s foot finally stepped forward by one step.

A dozen or so seconds later.

The figure once again forced its way toward the second step.

One more step, and his sword would be able to drive straight at the Soul Hall Master.

The Soul Hall Master narrowed his eyes.

In Xiao Yi’s hand, all finesse of the sword was gone; in its place, there remained only a single, pure chop, a single, pure cleave.

The moves looked simple, like a child swinging a sword, yet every strike was precise.

Each sword strike that fell grew heavier and heavier.

Each sword cleave that swept out grew ever more fierce.

It was not the sword that changed, but the heart that moved.

In Xiao Yi’s heart at this moment, only fury remained.

That fury gathered in full into the sword in his hand.

He had never imagined that this trip to the Black Demon Hall Main Hall, which he had come to with such expectations, would end in disappointment.

And not only disappointment; he was to be forcibly detained, his life threatened.

Senior Luoo had toyed with him, using a single light, careless sentence to play him, to turn all his efforts into nothing.

Yet between him and Senior Luoo, there was neither debt nor obligation.

Though unwilling in his heart, he could still have walked away with ease.

But for the Soul Hall Master to bully him—that was something he would not accept.

"If you all want to bully me, then come at me." Through gritted teeth, Xiao Yi squeezed out an icy sentence.

His unwillingness, his rage, in that instant erupted in full.

This final sword of his was utterly wild and violent.

As the sword came down, all Soul Power in the surroundings collapsed and dissolved.

The third step—Xiao Yi stepped out.

This sword thrust straight for the Soul Hall Master.

"To use the God Slaying Sword’s restraint over Soul Power to fight me—what a sly brat." The Soul Hall Master narrowed his eyes, his gaze growing even colder.

"Without Soul Power, what are you?" Xiao Yi let out a cold laugh, the sword body slashing straight down.

"Heh." At the corner of the Soul Hall Master’s mouth, a scornful smile tugged.

"Even without Soul Power, killing you is still as easy as lifting a finger."

Boom...

A surge of aura exploded from the Soul Hall Master’s body.

That was not Soul Power, but the thick Primordial Power of his Martial Arts Cultivation.

Xiao Yi’s sword was violently shaken aside.

The Soul Hall Master was a Legend of this era.

Aside from his Soul Master Soul Power, he was also a Martial Artist, possessing his own Cultivation and Primordial Power.

Primordial Power was not something the God Slaying Sword could restrain.

Even with only his Cultivation and Primordial Power alone, the Soul Hall Master was enough to instantly kill veteran Legendary Experts.

Let alone Xiao Yi?

Yet this time, Xiao Yi felt no fear, no panic, no disorder; instead, he gave a cold laugh.

"Suppress."

A cold shout rang out.

The Soul Hall Master’s expression changed drastically in an instant.

Within his Small World, his Soul Power suddenly went berserk, out of control.

With the Small World rampaging out of control, even the Primordial Power in his body became difficult to command.

He, the foremost Soul Master of the age, actually could not control the Soul Power within his own body?

That sounded like a joke.

Yet now, it was reality.

He knew that all of this came from that Bladeless Sword, the God Slaying Sword.

"Hmph." The Soul Hall Master snorted coldly again.

And Xiao Yi, who had just been blasted back, once more strode forth with his sword.

"Suppress." The Soul Hall Master likewise shouted in his heart.

The Soul Power that had run wild out of control exploded out once more.

Kuang Feng, the formless hands, surged forth again.

"Suppress." Xiao Yi bellowed once more.

The Soul Power that had only just been stabilized went out of control again.

Of course, the loss of control lasted only an instant before it was suppressed once more.

From losing control, to rampaging, to being pressed down and calmed.

The two of them clashed in this way without cease.

Xiao Yi again advanced with his sword, facing the Kuang Feng head-on.

The sword was like wild dance in the wind, never pausing for even a fraction of a moment.

The sword was like cleaving waves and hacking thorns, forcing its way forward step by step.

The sword had no edge; yet with Xiao Yi’s grip, he too held no conscious intent.

And precisely because of that, it became incomparably compatible.

This Bladeless Sword was almost useless in battle.

But today, in Xiao Yi’s hand, it truly revealed its rugged side, displaying its true might and radiance.

The sword in the end was like a startling rainbow.

The sword tip pressed against the Soul Hall Master’s throat.

"You’ve lost."

That icy voice was coldly spat out from the mouth of the young man wrapped in a wide Black Robe.

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