Chapter 1260: Chapter 1260: Sikong Family
Bang... Bang... Bang...
Waves of rampant Primordial Power were swiftly unleashed.
This group of dozens of martial artists struck with lethal intent from the very start.
"Courting death." Xiao Yi’s eyes turned cold as a wisp of Sword Qi formed at his fingertips.
In his perception, they were merely a group of trifling Saint Realm martial artists, with only a few reaching the Saint King Realm.
Swoosh...
The Sword Qi flashed by, shattering all the surging Primordial Power into pieces.
Afterward, the power of the Sword Qi did not diminish, and its sharp aura caused the dozens of martial artists to show panic on their faces.
"Hmph." The old man snorted coldly and with a quick move, blocked the Sword Qi.
He struck heavily with his palm, dispersing the Sword Qi with ease.
"A mere Sixth Layer of the Saint King Realm and you possess such power?" The old man’s eyes narrowed, coldly glaring at Xiao Yi.
Looking at his palm again, a Sword Mark appeared vividly.
Obviously, even though he dispersed Xiao Yi’s Sword Qi, it did not come without a price.
If he knew that was just an effortless Sword Qi from Xiao Yi, one wonders if he would dare be so bold.
"Martial Arts Emperor?" Xiao Yi glanced at the old man, indifferent.
In his perception, this elder’s cultivation was about the Second Layer of the Saint Emperor Realm.
"It seems the Treasures within the relics have indeed been obtained by you." The elder stared at Xiao Yi, a sinister gaze filled with killing intent.
In the elder’s eyes, just a Sixth Layer of the Saint King Realm could exert such power, nearly injuring even him, a Saint Emperor Realm expert—he must possess Treasures.
Moreover, they were Ancient Treasures from within the relics.
"Which family of martial artists do you belong to?" Xiao Yi asked coldly, not caring about the elder’s gaze.
"Does a dead man deserve to know?" At this moment, a scornful young voice rang out.
The speaker was a young man.
Observing the young man standing beside the old man and in front of the dozens of martial artists, it was clear that this young man held a high position among them.
"I fear the answer would scare you to death." The young man said with an arrogant smile.
"Second Young Master." The elder glanced at the young man.
The young man nodded, "Great Elder, kill this kid first, then we’ll talk about reclaiming the Treasures."
"Alright." The elder nodded, his sinister gaze returning to Xiao Yi as he struck instantly.
"Overestimating yourself." Xiao Yi shook his head, and the Cold Flame Sword appeared out of thin air in his hand.
Boom...
Suddenly, there was an explosion from the sky.
This explosion was not like a thunderous crash but more like the eruption of turbulent water.
"What is that?" The elder’s face changed.
High in the sky, countless starlight cascaded down, densely packed and fast to the extreme.
In that instant of cascading, the air along the path disintegrated, and space shattered.
Boom...
In almost an instant, the starlight had descended.
Dozens of martial artists were pierced through by the starlight, dying on the spot.
The elder was also pierced by the starlight, just in greater numbers.
"How... how is this possible..." The elder looked at his body, pierced instantly, his face filled with astonishment.
Before he could finish his words, his body turned cold and collapsed with a bang.
"This..." The young man stood dumbfounded, caught in a daze.
Not until Xiao Yi’s cold gaze fell on him did he snap back to reality.
When he saw the starlight swirling and ready to erupt from Xiao Yi’s sword, panic spread across his face.
"No... no..., you can’t kill me..." The young man looked at the piercing wounds on the corpses around him and began to tremble.
If even a Martial Arts Emperor couldn’t survive a second under that starlight, how could he?
However, the starlight in Xiao Yi’s sword did not dissipate; instead, it pulsed continuously, poised to erupt.
"I... I am the Second Young Master of the Sikong Family, do you dare to kill me?" The young man spoke, suddenly regaining his composure.
"Sikong Family?" Xiao Yi frowned and then shook his head, "Never heard of it."
In fact, Xiao Yi intentionally let the starlight in his sword pulsate to find out which power the young man belonged to.
A group comprised of a Saint Emperor Realm leader, several Saint King Realm members, and a cluster of Saint Realm Peaks.
Such a force could have rivaled the former Heavenly King Mountain in the Black Cloud Region.
Of course, it was insignificant in the Central Region.
Xiao Yi was merely curious to find out, but he had never heard of the Sikong Family.
Shaking his head, Xiao Yi wielded the Cold Flame Sword.
The young man’s expression changed, "You... my brother is a Direct Disciple of the Heavenly Hidden Academy. If I so much as lose a single hair, you’d better prepare to flee for your life."
The young man spoke coldly.
In truth, the instant death of the surrounding family martial artists had shocked him.
But he believed that the words "Heavenly Hidden Academy" were enough to deter anyone, yes, anyone. Across the Central Region, who would dare to slight the Heavenly Hidden Academy?
"Direct Disciple of the Heavenly Hidden Academy? Sikong Family?" Xiao Yi frowned, seemingly deep in thought.
"Hmph." The young man, seeing Xiao Yi pause, sneered.
"Are you scared now?"
"Dare to kill martial artists of the Sikong Family? Kid, no matter which force you belong to, you won’t be able to protect yourself."
"However..." The young man smirked playfully, "If you obediently hand over the Treasures on you, perhaps I can plead for leniency for you..."
The young man spoke arrogantly.
But before he could finish, a sharp sword was already against his throat.
"You..." The young man’s expression changed dramatically, "How dare you..."
Xiao Yi’s face was icy, "Direct Disciples of the Heavenly Hidden Academy, I don’t think much of them."
The young man gritted his teeth, "You may not think much of the Direct Disciples, but how about the elders?"
"The Supreme Elder of my Sikong Family is one of the Twelve Peak Elders, the head of the Sky-reaching Peak, and a current master of formations."
The young man seemed worried that the sword might instantly pierce his throat and spoke out quickly.
"Head of the Sky-reaching Peak?" Xiao Yi frowned once more.
The head of the Sky-reaching Peak was, indeed, a Sky-reaching Peak Elder.
However, Xiao Yi did not know the name of this Sky-reaching Peak Elder.
If what this person said was true, then...
Xiao Yi furrowed his brows and pondered.
Suddenly, a surge of aura erupted in front of him.
"Hmm?" Xiao Yi’s eyes narrowed.
"Boy, die!" The young man roared, and a beam of light burst from his hand.
It was a protective measure granted by his family elders.
At such close range, and with Xiao Yi in a state of contemplation, he was confident of achieving a kill.
"Courting death." Xiao Yi’s eyes turned cold, and with a swing of the Cold Flame Sword in his hand.
The bursting light scattered instantly.
The sharp sword point swiftly ended the young man’s life.
Step...
The cold body collapsed.
Xiao Yi stood in place, looking at the corpse before him, frowning, "Second Young Master of the Sikong Family?"
At a glance, he recognized the burst of light from the young man’s hand was an attack formation.
And if he was not mistaken, this formation was the renowned Heavenly Light Formation of the Heavenly Hidden Academy, and one of the signature formations of the Sky-reaching Peak.
The ability to deploy such a formation, even to imprint it for an outsider as a protective measure, required at least a Deacon-level strength within the Sky-reaching Peak.
"Sikong Family? Sky-reaching Peak Elder?" Xiao Yi’s eyes narrowed.
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