Chapter 1113: Chapter 112 Unparalleled (Part 1)_1
"If I let you go today, where would the honor of the Martial World of the Western Region stand? Stay!"
A gray palm print pressed down from the sky, multiplying from one to two, three, and endlessly on, layer upon layer pressing down on Shi Xiaole. The strong decaying palm force directly caused the void where Shi Xiaole was to form numerous wrinkles, as if it were a soda can trampled flat.
"Emperor Yan!"
In the Sky Water Palace camp, the Heavenly Water Great Emperor narrowed his eyes.
The attacker was none other than a legendary expert from the Daxia Martial World, the master of Wudao Xuan, ranked sixty-second on the Emperor List, Emperor Yan. Emperor Yan was originally a person of Daxia but his inheritance came from the Western Region, and he had even resided there for hundreds of years.
"Lightning Startling Swan!"
Shi Xiaole’s true attacking power was far from matching Emperor Yan’s, not even on par with that of a Heavenly Venerate Envoy, so he used the world’s fastest sword move without hesitation. With one strike, both his hand and the sword moved through the void, so fast they left no shadow.
Clang.
The sword light struck Emperor Yan but was blocked by the gray light shield on his body, not advancing an inch. Emperor Yan’s face was expressionless, "Sheer speed alone will never reach the heights of elegance. Roll back!" His right palm struck out fiercely, like a tidal wave from hell.
But the palm force did not harm Shi Xiaole. Instead, a powerful spiritual attack struck first, shaking Emperor Yan’s gray light shield and causing it to burst apart with a loud bang.
Emperor Yan felt a sharp pain in his head, unable to hide his shock.
His "Emperor Yan’s Protecting Body Light" was supposed to withstand both martial and spiritual attacks, having been tested time and again.
Previously, when Shi Xiaole had repelled Master Wisdom, Emperor Yan thought the former had employed some trickery. Only now did he realize the strength of his opponent’s spiritual attack was among the top in the world, second to none even among the peak masters of the Spiritual Path.
Of course, this wasn’t to say that Kirin’s mastery of the Spiritual Path could compare to that of a master of the Spiritual Path. The latter’s Spiritual Path combined attack, defense, evasion, and more in one, whereas Kirin’s attack was merely strong. Should he truly face off in the Spiritual Path, he would definitely not be a match for a master of the Spiritual Path.
But it was still shocking enough!
"I was wrong, so wrong. Kirin’s talent in the Spiritual Path is second to none, not even to Gao Kun’s. No, it’s even beyond that."
A peak master of the Spiritual Path said with his mouth agape.
The faces of the others changed continuously as well.
First in martial talent in the Martial World and now first in Spiritual Path talent too, was this Kirin trying to ensure none of his contemporaries could hold their heads up?
"Alas, even though the Extreme Divine Tribulation is the strongest among the Sacred Heart Four Tribulations, it still can’t fully utilize my advantage in spiritual power,"
Shi Xiaole sighed inwardly without any hint of pride after repelling Emperor Yan.
If not for the limitations of heaven and earth, he wouldn’t fear even the Forbidden Martial Emperor, given the proper distance, let alone the people before him. But at present, the extent of his spiritual attacks was at most peak Void Origin Realm.
Take note, ’peak’ is a relative term. Shi Xiaole’s ’peak’ far exceeds the common understanding of ’peak’. In the eyes of others, it might well be considered the invincible level of the Void Origin Realm.
Moreover, casting "Extreme Divine Tribulation" three times in a row had significantly drained Shi Xiaole’s spiritual strength. Every minute delayed dramatically decreased his chances of breaking out.
"Demonic Extinction!"
Just after his clash with Emperor Yan, a pitch-black sword light, utterly relentless, appeared amid the sky and earth, making all creatures shudder beneath the sword.
Behind the pitch-black sword light was the cold visage of the Soul Mountain Sword Demon.
If anyone present despised Shi Xiaole’s success, the Soul Mountain Sword Demon was certainly one of them.
The stronger Shi Xiaole became, the more unsettled he felt. That was the situation now, and if the other were allowed more time to grow, he would be utterly powerless to retaliate. So he took this opportunity to either take Shi Xiaole’s life or at least cripple him!
Facing the deadly sword strike from the Soul Mountain Sword Demon, Shi Xiaole did not retreat as he had two years ago; swinging the Cleansing Evil Sword, he countered with a "Lightning Startling Swan."
The invisible sword light was faster than the black sword light by a step. Amidst the zapping sound, the Soul Mountain Sword Demon incredulously watched his bloodstained sleeve and the two-inch deep wound on his arm.
In the span of two years, Shi Xiaole’s inhuman progress instilled true horror in him for the first time.
While unleashing his sword move, Shi Xiaole still managed to leap into the high sky, missing death by a fraction of a blink. Where he had stood was inundated by more than a dozen streams of Vigorous Air, and the void shattered inch by inch, as if a boulder had smashed into a lake.
"I refuse to believe that I can’t keep you, this fiend, here today. Heaven and earth are limitless!"
Three grand envoys from the Sky Wolf Palace, who had somehow formed a battle array, acted.
With a spear, a blade, and a halberd, they combined into a force as powerful as a surging Yangtze River, its power so immense that those standing at the base of Endless Risky Peak felt as though they couldn’t breathe.
"Kirin, no one can save you today!"
The Six Great Evil Stars, the four great masters, and two Protectors each unleashed their killing moves, blocking all directions of the heavens and earth. The emitted Vigorous Air turned the colors of the sky, as if day turned to night and night to day.
"I Shi Xiaole need no one’s rescue. If I wish to leave, who among you can stop me?"
Shi Xiaole’s right arm moved like a flash, delivering thirty-two sword strokes to create an interwoven sword net, moving through the gaps in the Vigorous Air from all directions. His left hand flicked out sword fingers like scattered flowing light, seemingly dense, but in reality precisely filling the gaps in the sword net.
Under such extreme sword speed and pervasive attacks, the heroes of the Western Region were forced to halt, even if just for a moment.
But who in the world, apart from the Kirin, could compel such an array of masters not to dare to come forward with their own strength, under such circumstances?
Only the Kirin!
"How could this kid, how could he possibly..."
The Wind Thunder Blade Queen’s eyes bulged, almost to the point of madness.
The strength that Shi Xiaole displayed had far exceeded the category of freaks, no, this realm was not within human reach. Forget about having heard or seen, even if you scoured the ancient texts, you would definitely not find such a battle, not find such a person.
Elder Pu was silently speechless, glanced at Wudao Xuan beside him, and heaved a sigh of defeat.
Emperor Yan was one of Wudao Xuan’s targets, yet it was a goal he would need a long time to surpass. But now, alongside many of the same level masters, the emperor was attacking another peer, and not gaining the upper hand!
Wudao Xuan couldn’t help but his pupils constrict, his expression grim. Shi Xiaole’s presence had shown him what was called despair, something unattainable.
Yan Jicheng’s face was ashen.
In those years, he seemed disdainful of competing with Shi Xiaole in Mist Rain Town. But in actuality, he harbored certain worries, fearing that he might be capsized in a gutter. Now, he couldn’t even catch a single sword finger from the Kirin.
"I am not his equal."
On the side of the Holy Wood Tower, Mu Ling’er, hailed as the number one proud daughter of the Daxia dynasty, watching the lone figure fighting against all in the sky, fearlessly in his green shirt, candidly breathed out and her beautiful eyes sparkled.
The Wood Empress glanced at her disciple; in her memory, this was the first time her proud disciple was subdued by someone. But the Wood Empress didn’t find it strange. Anybody, even if biased, could hardly resist being captivated by such a Shi Xiaole.
As for the other people present, they had long been dumbfounded, speechless.
Counting carefully, Master Wisdom, Emperor Yan, Heavenly Venerate Envoy, Soul Mountain Sword Demon—all had a minimum rank of sixty-eighth on the Emperor List. Along with thirteen other masters helping, they were still no match for Shi Xiaole, who was also holding up the bodies of Ling’er and Beigong Jue, yet he made sure to protect them from harm.
In such a waxing and waning battle, he still persisted till now, this was simply an unreplicable miracle.
"Emperor Yan’s Divine Palm!"
Unable to break the stalemate, Emperor Yan’s anger exploded, his eyebrows knitted together as he unleashed a soul-devouring palm at Shi Xiaole with all his might.
Having learned from the previous example, Master Wisdom did not dare to get close to Shi Xiaole. He only guarded the perimeter with the "Gate of Wisdom" to prevent Shi Xiaole from escaping.
The remaining people formed a sphere, not daring to engage closely with Shi Xiaole, and simply bombarded him with killing moves. It was the dumbest method, but also the most effective one.
In this way, even though Shi Xiaole possessed astonishing combat power, he could only collide head-on with them, ultimately leading to a dead end.
"Brother Shi, don’t worry about me, I want to keep Grandpa company."
Somehow, Ling’er had come to, and upon seeing the situation around her, she revealed a sorrowful and poignant smile.
Before, she dreamed of coming to the outside world. Now looking back, she realized that the days spent in the Colorless Realm were actually her happiest. There was Grandpa, Wooden Grandpa, the beautiful grandma seeking trouble from time to time, the lovesick ugly Grandpa, and Grandpa Golden Silkworm who kept to himself.
"Ling’er, do you know what Beigong Senior’s biggest regret was?"
Hearing the resolve of death in Ling’er’s tone, Shi Xiaole quickly spoke up.
Under the relentless attacks, he was already injured, and to protect Ling’er and the body of Beigong Jue, he had been hampered many times. As he spoke, blood frothed from his mouth, his complexion pale as paper.
Ling’er didn’t respond, unsure if it was because she lacked the strength or didn’t want to answer.
"His biggest regret was that he couldn’t kill the nemesis of the Beigong Clan with his own hands, and couldn’t uproot the Six Lotus Sect. He took this regret to his grave, and now no one else in the world can make up for it except you, Ling’er. Ling’er, are you willing to let Beigong Senior die with such unwillingness?"
If he could, Shi Xiaole wouldn’t want to implant the concept of vengeance into Ling’er’s mind, let the naïve and innocent girl grow up with a shadow. But at the moment, only the thought of revenge could motivate Ling’er to keep on living.
Shi Xiaole could clearly feel that, after he finished speaking, the little person on his back moved, and her breathing became more forceful.
"Grandpa, did you really die with such regret?"
"It was the Six Lotus Sect that caused the demise of Beigong Senior, killing his relatives one by one. He failed to destroy the Six Lotus Sect, did not avenge his family. Even after death, Beigong Senior must be filled with regret, and yet you think of joining him in death, adding yet another layer to Beigong Senior’s regrets!"
While he spoke, Shi Xiaole’s body swayed, still struck by Emperor Yan’s palm force, all his internal organs felt displaced. Lucky for him, he had comprehended the martial path of life and death, and had reached the peak of eighty percent; otherwise, that hit could have left him gravely wounded.
But what concerned Shi Xiaole more was that Ling’er behind him was grasping his shoulders firmly, and after several breaths, suddenly stretched out her hand and clutched his neck tightly.
"Brother Shi is right; Ling’er cannot let Grandpa’s regret continue, Ling’er must be strong and fulfill Grandpa’s wish for vengeance. Brother Shi, please, take Ling’er away from this place."
Ling’er murmured.
She did not know how difficult it was to fulfill this request, how unattainable, she only knew that she could not die now.
"Alright!"
Shi Xiaole set aside one of his worries, and his entire focus returned to the fight. Years of confidence made him adept at handling life-and-death crises, and nurtured sufficient belief, along with the power to turn the tide.
He believed that he would certainly make it, defeat everyone before him, and fulfill Beigong Jue’s request!
