Chapter 1185: Chapter 1185: A Hasty Escape
Clang...
A Cold White Sword Light pierced straight through.
Under the overwhelming Sword Intent, there was also an overwhelming killing intent.
"Impudent." Several middle-aged men behind the elder shouted.
Just now, these few did not make a move.
Besides the elder, these were the strongest among the group of Black-clothed Martial Artists, all at the Peak of Saint King Realm.
"Blood Realm Slash." One of the middle-aged men instantly attacked.
"Just a trifling Saint Realm Ninth Layer, overestimating himself, that’s all."
The middle-aged man bypassed the elder, blasting out with a palm.
In his palm, there was a fierce aura and Blood Light.
Evidently, Blood Realm Slash could be used not only with a sword but also with the palm.
However, with a swish...
The Cold White Sword Light instantly pierced through the middle-aged man’s palm.
Then, without stopping, the Sword Light pierced through the middle-aged man’s throat.
"You..." The middle-aged man widened his eyes.
Before he could speak, he felt a pain in his throat, "crack," a mouthful of blood spilled out, and he was already dead.
Xiao Yi’s eyes were ferocious and cold.
Withdrawing the sword and with a flash, he thrust forward once more.
Upon retracting the sword, he did not even glance at the middle-aged man’s corpse.
"You seek death." The elder instantly roared in anger, blasting out with a palm.
However, the result was not much different.
The Cold White Sword Light instantly pierced through his palm, thrusting towards his throat.
The elder was undoubtedly stronger and reacted faster.
Ignoring the pain in his hand, he instantly stepped back.
Just as he retreated, the sword tip grazed his face, leaving a ghastly blood scar.
"Hiss." The elder cried out in pain.
His palm was dripping with blood.
His face was covered in blood.
"How could he be this strong?" The elder’s expression changed drastically.
Almost with just an exchange of blows, he could already ascertain that Xiao Yi’s strength was definitely not something he could contend with.
"Quickly, go." The elder roared.
"Trying to leave?" Xiao Yi sneered.
With a flash, he blocked the elder.
Sword slashing out, blood spurted from the elder’s chest.
"Heavenly Nether Mansion’s Assassin? Nothing much." Xiao Yi coldly laughed as he swung another sword.
The elder’s chest received another sword, blood flowing endlessly.
"Martial Arts Emperor? Nothing much." Xiao Yi still laughed coldly.
"Quick, take the Young Master away." The elder’s expression turned panicked, no longer showing the previous insidiousness and arrogance.
Swish... Swish... Swish...
The Black-clothed Martial Artists hurriedly took the young man and flashed away.
"Humph." Xiao Yi snorted coldly, dropping the Sword Edge.
Countless starlights descended instantly.
Each starlight formed a Sword Array, instantly sealing the area of several thousand meters.
"I don’t believe he’s really that strong." The young man shouted as he flashed back.
"Blood Storm Slash."
The young man swung a bloody keen sword.
The aura emitting from the sword proved that this was clearly a Mid-grade Holy Artifact.
"Sword Cultivator? Overestimating yourself." Xiao Yi sneered, not stopping.
The Cold White Sword Light passed by, causing the young man’s bloody sword to fly from his hand instantly.
"Scram." Xiao Yi coldly shouted.
The Cold White Sword Light struck heavily, sending the young man flying, coughing blood.
"Now it’s your turn." Xiao Yi coldly gazed back at the elder.
The elder, having faced several of Xiao Yi’s swords directly, was already severely injured.
Swish... The Cold White Sword Light struck heavily.
The sharp sword tip pierced through the elder’s chest.
"Even though you’ve mistaken me for someone else, that doesn’t mean you have the right to insult my master." Xiao Yi’s words were cold as Cold Frost.
In fact, whether Hui Deacon was Hui Wushi, he did not know, nor did he care.
Hui Deacon was at most just a Martial Arts Teacher in his Academy.
His master, from beginning to end, was only one person.
"Boy, you dare to kill me?" The elder’s eyes once again showed a vicious look.
"If I die, you and your cowardly master can just wait for Heavenly Nether Mansion to hunt you down."
"I’ll wait." Xiao Yi coldly nodded.
Xiao Yi’s sword had already pierced through the elder’s chest.
He only needed a thought, and the Sword Qi would destroy the elder’s internal organs.
"Die." Xiao Yi coldly uttered two words.
In his hand, the Cold Flame Sword erupted with Sword Qi.
However, the eruption of Sword Qi disappeared just as quickly as it appeared.
In its place, a mysterious bloodthirsty intent suddenly emerged on the Sword Edge.
The elder’s complexion changed suddenly, from disbelief to immense pain, to utter panic.
He could clearly feel that the blood in his body was continuously vanishing.
It was not flowing out; instead, it seemed to be absorbed out of thin air.
His body was continuously weakening.
He knew and could predict that his Qi-Blood would be absorbed completely, leaving him to die miserably as a dry corpse.
"Hmm?" Xiao Yi frowned.
He knew that the Cold Flame Sword was absorbing the elder’s Qi-Blood.
Xiao Yi’s expression suddenly turned grim.
He clearly felt that the Blood Pill within him, which had been inactive for more than half a year, was thriving and growing.
"Quickly, save Elder Tian." Just then, the young man shouted.
The young man, along with several Saint King Realm middle-aged men, instantly took action.
While Xiao Yi was pondering something, he suddenly sensed an oncoming fierce aura, reacting swiftly by drawing out his sword.
With one sword strike, the young man blocked with all his might.
Several middle-aged men quickly lifted the elder and fled repeatedly.
"Run quickly." The young man shouted angrily, then withdrew his sword and retreated.
"Trying to escape?" Xiao Yi’s eyes were icy cold, swinging out a sword.
The fierce Cold White Sword Qi blasted straight toward the young man.
"Netherworld Sword, out." The young man coldly shouted, sending out a Sword Light.
The Sword Light blocked the Cold White Sword Qi.
The collision of the two terrifying Sword Qi burst out a tremendous explosion on the spot.
When the explosion subsided, the Martial Artists of Heavenly Nether Mansion had already fled far away.
Xiao Yi’s surrounding Star Illusion Sword Formation was broken open at a point.
"Xiao Yi, should we chase them?" Qing Lin frowned and asked.
In fact, he did not expect Xiao Yi to suddenly erupt in violence.
However, he did not care, only asked if Xiao Yi wanted to chase.
If chasing was needed, he wouldn’t care if Heavenly Nether Mansion pursued them.
"No need." Xiao Yi shook his head, frowning at the Cold Flame Sword in his hand.
The Cold Flame Sword was covered with blood at that moment.
The blood heavily coated the Sword Body, refusing to drip, as if completely absorbed.
The entire Cold Flame Sword gently vibrated, as if cheerfully, exceptionally spirited.
"Sword Spirit, is it you?" Xiao Yi frowned.
After several seconds...
The blood on the Sword Body suddenly emptied.
The Cold Flame Sword also stopped vibrating, returning to normal.
Xiao Yi’s brows furrowed tightly, suddenly feeling that the Cold Flame Sword seemed slightly stronger than before.
And the Blood Pill within him had grown a bit larger.
"How could this be?" Xiao Yi showed a face of doubt.
The Cold Flame Sword was not a damaged Holy Artifact; it was whole to begin with.
It shouldn’t have strengthened for no reason.
"Ugh." Xiao Yi suddenly groaned, gritting his teeth.
"Xiao Yi." Qing Lin, beside him, hurriedly and worriedly called out.
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The third update.
Today’s two additional updates were posted before one o’clock.
