Soul Emperor Martial God-Chapter 1683: Atop Sword Mountain
On the spectators’ stand.
Xiao Yi looked toward the sword circle.
The outcome was something he had anticipated long ago.
The Ye Saint Six Extremes of the Ye Saint Mansion were indeed formidable.
Yuan Extreme, Formation Extreme, Medicine Extreme, Body Extreme, Hand Extreme...
Xiao Yi had witnessed them all.
Speaking of these Ye Saint Six Extremes, Xiao Yi found it hard to precisely define them; they seemed like techniques, yet also like cultivation techniques or secret techniques.
The so-called Yuan Extreme was Ye Liu’s ability to achieve a perfect eruption and control of Primordial Power.
This far surpassed the cultivation techniques of the other Seventeen Mansions.
As for the Formation Extreme, it bore the name "Formation," yet wasn’t truly a great formation, but required knowledge of formations and inscribing formations with Primordial Power.
The Primordial Power within, already perfect under the Yuan Extreme, erupted and controlled perfectly.
Then, when Primordial Power formed its own great formation, its power naturally skyrocketed.
The Medicine Extreme was the process of Ye Liu consuming the elixir just now.
Normally, martial artists could indeed temporarily amplify their strength through elixirs.
But there were limitations.
It’s impossible to ingest as much as you can digest, increasing strength accordingly.
Yet Ye Liu’s Primordial Power could perfectly digest all the medicine’s potency, turning it into his own, greatly boosting his strength temporarily.
The Body Extreme was Ye Liu’s terrifying movement technique just now, surpassing Beiyin Dong’s Hundred Split Stick, maneuvering and evading with ease.
This movement technique was perhaps the very best in the Central Region, thus called an Extreme.
The Hand Extreme was attributed to Ye Liu’s cultivation of the Palms Dao, so he didn’t like using weapons, nor did he need Holy Artifacts; his bare hands could exert power surpassing those of Holy Artifacts.
Moreover, being titled as an "Extreme" indicated that his cultivation of the Palms Dao wasn’t ordinary.
Overall, Xiao Yi couldn’t completely see through or understand these Ye Saint Six Extremes, nor did he know how to fully describe them.
They were neither cultivation techniques nor secret techniques.
Yuan Extreme, Formation Extreme, Medicine Extreme, Body Extreme, Hand Extreme...
They were simply ways, all utilized in one’s body and martial arts.
And yet, these different forms, methods, could perfectly integrate, forming seemingly a system of their own.
To comprehend or perceive them required extensive knowledge in Primordial Power control, formations, refining elixirs, movement techniques, etc.
Their creator was even more formidable.
They almost sought out the balance and commonality of these Six Extremes from the vast martial arts knowledge of Heaven and Earth and combined them.
Then they created the Ye Saint Six Extremes.
Xiao Yi could not imagine how astonishingly talented the martial arts elders who founded the Ye Saint Mansion must have been.
Another point:
Under the Ye Saint Six Extremes, Ye Liu’s Primordial Power could be fully utilized throughout his entire body.
Hence, his movement technique and hand technique were ultimately powerful.
His Hand Technique was already an Extreme, yet under the other Five Extremes, he easily broke through Beiyin Dong’s Beiyin Essence Power.
The Hundred Split Stick was the same.
His Body Extreme and Hand Extreme mutually assisted each other, easily deciphering them, learning and mastering them instantly.
However, the Ye Saint Six Extremes were indeed too exquisite.
Even among the Ye Saint Mansion, few could successfully cultivate them.
Thus, as an outsider, Xiao Yi could roughly understand these, but nothing more.
In fact, Ye Liu had not used his Sixth Extreme.
Beiyin Dong had not pushed him to that extent.
The final Sixth Extreme, the Destiny Extreme, was truly terrifying.
With these thoughts, Xiao Yi was secretly amazed, but he didn’t ponder further.
In the sword circle, Ye Liu was still standing proudly, holding the long stick.
Off to the side, the Sword Palace judge frowned slightly and said, "Young Master of the Ye Saint Mansion, you have already won this battle, why do you linger?"
"Oh?" Ye Liu, who had maintained his proud stance, suddenly moved a bit.
"It’s rare to steal the spotlight; I just want to wait until the surrounding exclamations die down before leaving."
"All right then, I’m leaving. The stick is yours again." Ye Liu glanced outside the sword circle, where several Beiyin Sect martial artists were supporting the fainted Beiyin Dong, and with a wave of his hand,
the Black Rock Golden Rod in his hand traced a beautiful arc in the air, landing steadily in front of the Beiyin Sect martial artists.
The Beiyin Sect martial artists were filled with anger as they retrieved the Black Rock Golden Rod and supported Beiyin Dong away.
Ye Liu, with a flash of his figure, returned to the spectators’ stand.
At this time, the Sword Palace judge looked toward Ao Donglou at the chief’s office seat.
Ao Donglou nodded, slowly stood up, and announced loudly, "The sky has turned dark, and the Martial Arts Arena has been destroyed. The competition will be temporarily halted."
"Our Dongli Sword Palace will rebuild a Martial Arts Arena overnight."
"The competition will continue tomorrow."
All these days, the competition had been ongoing without pause.
Today, since the Martial Arts Arena was destroyed, it would halt temporarily.
He glanced at the distant sky; the sunset had long since faded, leaving a touch of darkness spreading quietly across the horizon.
...
As night fell.
On Sword Mountain.
Xiao Yi stood on the peak of Sword Mountain, at the cliff’s edge.
The Gang Wind blew persistently, causing his clothes to flutter.
His arms were exposed under his combat attire, feeling the cold Gang Wind.
He was unfazed.
With his cultivation and strength, this Gang Wind was nothing.
His typically cold eyes had softened considerably under the night sky.
They remained as clear, bright, and slightly profound as always.
Stars dotted the night sky, reflecting in his eyes.
If he were to remove his mask at this moment, anyone seeing his face would be astonished.
What a face it was.
Incredibly handsome, white as jade; indeed, an incomparable gentleman.
Yet, what to make of the complex expressions on that face?
Free-spirited, unruly, defiant, yet also silent, melancholy, desolate, lonely.
The clear eyes, though reflecting starlight, clearly conveyed a deep yearning, longing, and even a hint of darkness and distraction.
How could eyes so clear and bright also be so complex?
The Gang Wind blew persistently; this seemingly otherworldly gentleman likely carried countless stories on his shoulders.
The night was so silent that only the whispering of the wind could be heard.
The starlight spread across the high sky, though perhaps too distantly, illuminating the earth only dimly.
Step...
Suddenly, a sound of footsteps shattered the rare tranquility.
At the cliff’s edge, the eyes visible from behind the mask instantly reverted to their usual coldness.
"Do you have business with me?" Xiao Yi asked indifferently.
He didn’t need to turn his head, for he knew who approached.
The visitor was Ran Qi.
"After days of competition, today is a rare calm, with martial artists from different factions and various Heavenly Talents exchanging insights on martial arts."
"Yet you stand here alone," Ran Qi remarked.
"I just prefer the quiet," Xiao Yi replied coldly.
Ran Qi slowly walked up beside Xiao Yi, "Tomorrow, it should be our turn to duel."
"I’ve been waiting for this day for a long time too."
Ran Qi’s eyes were suddenly ablaze with fighting spirit.
"Ever since my defeat outside Fangcun City, I’ve been training intensively at home."
"Every time I achieve a breakthrough in seclusion, I can’t help but seek you out for another duel."
"But every time I emerge from seclusion, the feats of your Purple Flame Yi Xiao become even more astonishing."
"Again and again, over and over."
"Just released, but compelled to return to seclusion, because I doubt I can defeat you."
"Until a month ago, when I finally broke through to Supreme; I... couldn’t hold back any longer."
Ran Qi, gritting his teeth, stared directly at Xiao Yi.
Xiao Yi’s tone remained unexpectedly indifferent, "Then as you wish."
...
The third update.
Today’s updates are complete.
I intended to deliver more updates today, but time is insufficient, so it can’t be helped.
However, don’t worry, tomorrow, Xiao Ba will make up for it.
