Soul Emperor Martial God-Chapter 90 - 89th - : The Name of Yi Xiao

The visitor was a middle-aged man, the City Lord of Willow Catkin City, with a Cultivation of the Sixth Layer of Mysterious Profundity.

Northern Mountain County consisted of one hundred and fifty cities, each with its own City Lord.

However, due to the presence of various forces and families of different sizes within many cities, the real power of the City Lords was significantly weakened.

Thus, the role of many City Lords was solely to collect taxes, remit them to Northern Mountain County, and ensure internal stability without having the authority to intervene in the affairs of the major powers and families.

Only those City Lords with exceptional means and strong personal Cultivation could truly control their entire city.

Lord Liu was undoubtedly one of them.

"Lord Liu, how come you are here?" a nearby Martial Artist asked.

"Nonsense," Lord Liu glanced at the two huge light screens in the distance and said sternly, "With such a commotion, do you think I am blind and deaf?"

"Those two fighting Martial Artists, are they Young Master Wuyou and Demon Hunter Yi Xiao?" Lord Liu asked.

"Exactly," replied the Martial Artist beside him, "Both of them are using Spiritual Artifacts, and their attacks have reached the level of Mysterious Profundity Realm. I’m afraid it might affect our Willow Catkin City."

"No matter," Lord Liu waved his hand and said, "The fight will be over soon."

"Oh?" The crowd looked puzzled.

Lord Liu said, "Both of them have exhausted their True Qi and are merely channeling the power of the Spiritual Artifacts to continue fighting."

"Heh," Lord Liu said indifferently, "Even though a Spiritual Artifact holds plenty of power, they are not yet at a level to fully utilize it. At most, they could only harness about twenty to thirty percent of it."

"Oh? Is that so?" The doubt on the Martial Artists’ faces deepened.

Lord Liu nodded and said, "Power aside, Cultivation aside. To fully control the power within a Spiritual Artifact, one at least needs to be in the Mysterious Profundity Realm."

"Nevermind, you don’t have Spiritual Artifacts, so discussing this will hardly make sense to you."

...

Elsewhere, Xiao Yi and Zhong Wuyou were battling.

At this time, Xiao Yi’s face had turned extremely unsightly, as if some kind of pain was tormenting him.

He realized that he might have misunderstood something.

After using twenty to thirty percent of the power in the Spiritual Artifact, he began to lose control over it.

Trying to draw power again to release the Purple Flame, he found it put great stress and strain on his body.

Each further pull of power from the Flame Gloves brought more pain to his body.

But he had no choice, as the Purple Flame could not be allowed to dissipate, otherwise, he would be in grave danger.

A while later, Zhong Wuyou’s face also suddenly changed, like Xiao Yi, seemingly enduring some kind of pain, yet still persisting in unleashing the Shadow Thousand Ridges.

...

At a distance, Lord Liu and a group of Martial Artists also noticed this.

"Lord Liu, why do both of their faces look so pained?" the Martial Artists asked in confusion.

Lord Liu gave them a look and said, "They obviously can no longer harness the power of the Spiritual Artifacts, but are still forcibly trying to do so, which is only causing harm to their bodies, of course it’s painful."

"How painful?" one Martial Artist asked.

Lord Liu said, "It’s like a force continuously slamming inside your body, breaking and destroying. It forcibly demolishes your flesh, tears your meridians, compresses your organs. How painful do you think that is?"

The Martial Artists’ faces immediately changed; they did not possess Spiritual Artifacts and didn’t understand the sensation. But even just thinking about it felt terrifying.

Over ten minutes later, the Dark Blade and Purple Flame were still fiercely clashing.

However, it was obvious that both Xiao Yi and Zhong Wuyou were in dire straits.

Their faces were pale, they were spitting blood, and even their skin was continuously oozing blood, both in extreme distress.

"The fight is about to end," Lord Liu said gravely, "Whoever first fails to withstand the backlash from the Spiritual Artifact and loses the power will be defeated."

After a moment, it was Zhong Wuyou’s Darkness Curtain that disappeared first.

He collapsed powerlessly, his hand releasing the Thousand Shadows Sword.

"Pugh." A fierce spurt of blood gushed out of Zhong Wuyou, his face terrifyingly pale.

"Hmph." At this time, Xiao Yi was still enveloped in a vast Purple Flame Sea, rapidly advancing towards Zhong Wuyou.

From a distance, the hundred-feet-wide Purple Flame Sea seemed ready to completely engulf Zhong Wuyou.

Zhong Wuyou’s pupils constricted, but he was powerless.

With a wave of his hand, Xiao Yi sent the Purple Flame soaring, wildly dancing around Zhong Wuyou.

With merely a thought, Xiao Yi could reduce Zhong Wuyou to ashes.

"Zhong Wuyou, you’ve lost," Xiao Yi said coldly.

"I’ve lost..." Zhong Wuyou’s body trembled, his face growing even paler.

At that moment, Xiao Yi dispersed the Purple Flame, turned around, and prepared to leave.

"Are you not killing me?" Zhong Wuyou watched Xiao Yi in surprise.

"Heh." A faint smile appeared on Xiao Yi’s pale face. "Previously, when I fought with the four from Heavenly Defect and Earth Defect, you hid in the dark and never made a move."

"If you had joined them then, the one who lost today might not have been you."

Zhong Wuyou said coldly, "I’ve told you, those four are not worth saving by this young master."

Without turning his head, Xiao Yi lightly said, "Worthy or unworthy, since you didn’t strike then, I’ll spare your life now."

"Worthy or unworthy?" Zhong Wuyou was stunned, recalling his own words from before.

He had also said, "Whether you recover or not, in an hour this young master will take your life."

Both statements were arrogant, both from the mouths of geniuses.

However, his earlier arrogance was easily shattered by Yi Xiao, forcing him to act.

This time, Yi Xiao’s arrogant words declared he would not kill him, and Zhong Wuyou was helpless.

Then came another cold statement from Xiao Yi.

"Of course, I wouldn’t mind if you seek trouble with me, nor would I mind if you employ the power of Shadow Tower."

"But next time, I will take your life; and for the people of Shadow Tower, I will kill each one I see."

With those words, Xiao Yi transformed into a firelight and in a blink, he was gone into the distance.

Zhong Wuyou collapsed on the spot, murmuring blankly, "Defeated, I, Zhong Wuyou, have actually been defeated..."

His gaze turned hollow.

He was Northern Mountain County’s most outstanding genius, the most anticipated successor of Shadow Tower, yet he was defeated so easily and had his life spared by another.

This was undoubtedly a humiliation, for him even worse than death.

He even detected the killing intent in Yi Xiao’s words just now. Yi Xiao truly didn’t care about his identity and would have killed him.

"Heh, heh."

After a long pause, he suddenly laughed, his eyes regaining their sparkle, staring straight into the distance where Yi Xiao had left.

"Yi Xiao, you are indeed an interesting person. Defeated by you, so be it. Don’t think I’ll be frightened by your warning, next time, it might not be so clear who kills whom."

After speaking, he stood up, dusted himself off, swallowed a few Healing Elixirs, and once again resumed his elegant demeanor, striding away.

....

In the distance, including Lord Liu, a group of Martial Artists were watching Zhong Wuyou leave and looking in the direction where Yi Xiao had gone.

"Young Master Wuyou has actually lost, this youngest super genius of the Northern Mountain Ranking, defeated by a peer."

"As for Yi Xiao, it truly is a joyous occasion for Northern Mountain County to have another super genius."

Lord Liu smiled contentedly.

The Martial Artists showed excitement, today’s fight could only be described as spectacular.

It even gave them some insights,

As the fight they had just witnessed belonged to the realm of Mysterious Profundity.

"The genius Demon Hunter, Yi Xiao, certainly lives up to his reputation. Though he wears a mask, by the look of his age, he must still be a youth."

"Such talent is indeed top-notch in the entire Northern Mountain County."

"Tsk tsk, from today onwards, the name Yi Xiao will likely spread across the entire Northern Mountain County, known by everyone."

....

Far away, after running dozens of miles, Xiao Yi stumbled, barely managing to stop.

"Puh."

A mouthful of bloody sputum came out, his face as pale as gold.

In reality, he was also at the end of his strength, unable to hold on much longer.

Fortunately, he had cultivated the Asura Battle Body, which granted him a far stronger physique than other Martial Artists, allowing him to endure the backlash of the Spiritual Artifact and the damage to his body.

Otherwise, the battle just now would inevitably have been his loss.

Ordinary Martial Artists’ bodies, though not weak, were not strong. In everyday cultivation, ninety-nine percent of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy would be used to transform into True Qi, with only a small portion used to automatically temper their bodies.

That’s also why Martial Artists often need to use True Qi to protect their bodies during combat, otherwise, they would easily get injured.

Xiao Yi’s body was far stronger than Zhong Wuyou’s. That’s why he could withstand the Spiritual Artifact’s backlash longer than Zhong Wuyou, winning that fight.

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