Soul Emperor Martial God

Xiao Yi suddenly became the target of public criticism.

"That guy is just an Innate Fifth Layer Martial Artist, but he managed to defeat Young Master Changfeng and Young Master Bu Qun."

"It must be because he possesses an Earth Rank Martial Technique."

Some martial artists murmured to themselves, stirring restlessly.

"I heard this Xiao Yi has no background, nor any power behind him."

"Even if we..."

This martial artist didn't finish his sentence, but everyone understood what he meant.

Xiao Yi furrowed his brows; he knew how tempting an Earth Rank Martial Technique was to martial artists.

"Hahaha." Gu Changfeng laughed triumphantly next to him. "Xiao Yi, I know I'm no match for you."

"But, what about it?"

"I can't beat you, but can you survive the siege of these thousands of martial artists?"

Gu Changfeng looked like a schemer who succeeded, as if he could already see the scene of Xiao Yi struggling to death under the siege of thousands of martial artists.

"Do you feel proud?" Xiao Yi looked at him coldly.

"So what if I do?" Gu Changfeng sneered. "I can hardly wait to see you trembling in fear."

"I'm afraid you won't have that chance." Xiao Yi's face turned cold as he grabbed Gu Changfeng by the neck.

Then, with a flash, he disappeared on the spot.

"Hm?" Thousands of martial artists became anxious. "Don't let him get away."

Thousands of martial artists spontaneously closed in, encircling the area within a hundred meters so tightly that not even a fly could escape.

The next second, Xiao Yi's figure appeared.

He didn't flee but instead went to Zhao Buqun's side.

"What do you want to do?" Zhao Buqun was instantly alarmed, his face showing panic.

Xiao Yi snatched away the Tokens from him and Gu Changfeng, emptying both of their scores.

Seeing his score taken away, Zhao Buqun seemed to foresee what Xiao Yi was going to do next.

"Don't... don't kill me." Zhao Buqun begged for mercy, putting on a tearful face.

He knew very well that he couldn't withstand a single move from Xiao Yi; Xiao Yi could easily kill him if he wanted to.

Moreover, now that the Token was in Xiao Yi's hand, he couldn't even release the Prohibition to save his life.

The Young Master of one of Baiwu City's major families, a genius ranked 14th on the Northern Mountain Ranking, was now kneeling and begging for mercy.

But to Xiao Yi, his pleas for mercy seemed insincere.

At that moment, Gu Changfeng, still grasped by the neck by Xiao Yi, said coldly, "Zhao Buqun, why beg him? He wouldn't dare kill us."

"Is that so?" Xiao Yi's voice suddenly became extremely cold.

His eyes, which were once clear, now overflowed with murderous intent.

In almost an instant, a terrifying surge of killing intent rapidly condensed in the air.

Even the martial artists who surrounded him couldn't help but shiver.

"Such a terrifying murderous aura; how many has this guy killed?" Some martial artists unconsciously swallowed.

Gu Changfeng and Zhao Buqun, standing right beside Xiao Yi, felt the murderous aura even more clearly and directly.

For a moment, they seemed to see the youth in front of them transformed into a bloody executioner, chilling them to the bone.

"Don't... don't kill me." Zhao Buqun hadn't noticed that his voice was trembling.

Tears and snot flowed from Gu Changfeng's face.

These two, though they seemed ruthlessly cruel, were actually mentally weak, just pus-filled blisters.

"You... you monster, die!" Gu Changfeng, seemingly having lost his sanity, thrust out his Wind Singing Sword with all his might.

Xiao Yi frowned slightly and effortlessly took the Wind Singing Sword.

And seeing Gu Changfeng's ugly face and pathetic state, with snot nearly dripping onto him, disgust flashed across Xiao Yi's face.

"Scram." Xiao Yi barked, flinging him away.

"And you, scram." Xiao Yi also kicked Zhao Buqun away.

He casually placed the Wind Singing Sword into his Qiankun Bag and cast a cold glance at the martial artists surrounding him.

Then, he moved his feet and muttered to himself, "Better not force me to kill. The lives on my hands are already plenty enough; I don't need thousands more."

Some martial artists began to retreat, their faces filled with hesitation.

On one hand was the fervent desire for an Earth Rank Martial Technique; on the other, the fear of the intense killing intent they'd just experienced.

But, after a few seconds, human greed overcame their panic.

"Don't let him get away," shouted a Martial Artist as he stepped forward.

That's how people are, when one takes the lead, others promptly follow suit.

"Leave either the treasure on you or your life, it's your choice."

Thousands of Martial Artists immediately raised their weapons, uniformly pointing them at Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi stopped in his tracks and murmured to himself, "Do you really want to force me to embark on a killing spree?"

As soon as his words fell, he adjusted his somewhat disheveled clothes. Clearly, he was ready to kill; he meant business now.

Just at that moment, four shadows darted out from the crowd.

"Seeking death," Xiao Yi snorted coldly.

When he saw that the newcomers were Lin Jin and the other three, a flash of disappointment crossed his eyes.

But in the next second, the disappointment in his eyes quickly faded away.

Because Qin Feiyang, Lin Jin, Tie Niu, and Liu Yanran came to him and, without any hesitation, turned around to with their backs to him.

They had actually exposed their defenseless backs to Xiao Yi.

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"You guys," Xiao Yi fondly cursed with a laugh from his heart.

The four of them stood with their backs to Xiao Yi, their weapons coldly directed at the thousands of Martial Artists surrounding them.

"Haha," Lin Jin also jested with a laugh, "Stingy guy, did you think we were also going to snatch your Martial Technique?"

Xiao Yi replied with a smile, "I thought about it, but I also trust that you wouldn't do that. I hesitated for a while, thankfully, you didn't let me down. Otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?" Lin Jin asked.

Xiao Yi replied with a light smile, "Otherwise, if even you three oddballs turned out to be such people, I would lose hope in the whole world."

"You bastard," Lin Jin almost laughed out of breath.

Tie Niu chuckled, "Brother Xiao Yi, I thought you were about to say something frightening. You gave me quite the scare."

Liu Yanran's beautiful eyes sparkled as she feigned anger, "Xiao Yi, you actually doubted me, I'm very hurt."

Qin Feiyang flicked his hair, arrogantly saying, "What kind of person am I to covet your stuff? Pff! If you were a beauty, I might consider robbing...for affection."

"Hehe," everyone laughed together.

"That's enough," Xiao Yi chuckled, "You don't need to get involved in this. I appreciate your goodwill, but I can handle this."

"No, you go first," Lin Jin, Tie Niu, and Liu Yanran all said in unison.

After speaking, the three of them looked at each other and laughed.

All three seemed confident in themselves, each believing they could take on the thousands of Martial Artists.

Xiao Yi chuckled; he had always known that these three were concealing their strength and still hadn't figured each other out.

"Since none of you are willing to leave, let's have an enjoyable fight with them," Xiao Yi said as he stood shoulder to shoulder with the four, watching the thousands of Martial Artists with a cold gaze.

"Qin Feiyang, at the first sign of trouble, carry everyone off immediately. I'll hold them back and let you all leave safely," Xiao Yi instructed.

By this time, the thousands of Martial Artists had slowly started to close in, shrinking the encirclement.

"Have you given your last words?"

"Killing one is the same as killing five, there's no difference."

Five against three thousand, it was easy to imagine that the battle would be incredibly intense.

However, the next moment, the situation took another turn.

Dozens, nearly a hundred shadows quickly leaped out from among the three thousand Martial Artists, arriving next to Xiao Yi.

It was the small teams of Hua Jian, Burrowing Rat, Vulture, and Demon Hunter Wang Hu, among others.

All were from the small teams that Xiao Yi and his comrades had earlier robbed of points but had spared without forcing them to admit defeat.

"Xiao Yi, I don't know if you truly possess an Earth Rank Martial Technique, but I don't like owing favors to others. This time, take it as repaying the favor from half a month ago," declared Hua Jian pridefully.

"Xiao Yi, you spared me half a month ago; now, amidst this chaotic battle, I've already seized back quite a few points, enough to pass the assessment, thanks," Burrowing Rat Hee Cang said.

Vulture added, "Although I've managed to seize back a fair share of points now, I don't mind continuing to grab more. Thankfully, it seems you, Xiao Yi, have quite a few enemies, enough for me to take advantage of."

"....."

People half-jokingly but without hesitation made their stance clear.

Whether it was Hua Jian, Burrowing Rat, Vulture, Wang Hu, or other Martial Artists in the team, they were all proud and uncontrollable.

They were proud, which was why they did not join any large groups, even if it could mean failing the assessment and losing the chance to become disciples of the Sky-splitting Sword Sect.

And now, it was because of their pride that, although unsure whether Xiao Yi truly had an Earth Rank Martial Technique, they refused to engage in such despicable actions.

Xiao Yi, Qin Feiyang, Lin Jin, Tie Niu, Liu Yanran, Hua Jian, Vulture...

These nearly one hundred people were the top-ranked Martial Artists with the strongest Cultivation in the assessment, and united, they no doubt formed the strongest team.

Xiao Yi stepped forward, his cold eyes fixed on the three thousand Martial Artists as he asked indifferently, "Are you ready to battle with me?"