Soul Emperor Martial God

Chapter 2141: Chapter 2138: Begging This Lord?

In the distance, figures upon figures appeared, densely packed like a swarm.

Auras surged one after another, fierce and sky‑piercing, in no way weaker than the Demon Hunting Three Palaces Elite from the Black Demon side earlier.

Indeed, the ones rushing over now were precisely the Demon Hunting Three Palaces Elite.

Demon Hunting Hall, Flame Hall, Medicine Venerate Hall—each hall’s elite numbered ten thousand, thirty thousand in total.

The three Demon Hunting Main Hall Masters had likewise joined the encirclement.

The Demon Hunting Main Hall Master’s face was cold—not a chill of indifference, but of grave solemnity.

The two Main Hall Masters of the Flame Hall and Medicine Venerate Hall wore complicated expressions, as if holding both helpless sighs and bitter resignation.

"You three..." The Wind Shattering Palace Master stared at them with frosty eyes, his gaze filled with disbelief.

"Saint Lord." The Demon Hunting Main Hall Master looked at the woman and said coldly, "What you promised—does it still stand?"

At this moment, the Demon Hunting Main Hall Master’s tone was chillingly cold.

Clearly they were the ones joining the siege, standing on the Holy Moon Sect’s side, yet when they looked at the Asura Hall Master and Wind Shattering Palace Master, their eyes held no coldness at all; instead, the cold in their eyes was reserved entirely for the woman.

Only, what was it that the Saint Lord had promised?

"It stands." The woman nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "So long as Asura and Wind Shattering are wiped out today and Xiao Yi dies, I guarantee not a single hair of your Demon Hunting Three Palaces’ heirs will be harmed."

"I likewise guarantee, even if the world is left without Asura and Wind Shattering, this Central Region will not fall into chaos."

"Good." The Demon Hunting Main Hall Master gave an icy nod.

The woman turned her cold gaze upon the Asura Hall Master, a hint of smugness in her tone. "Now, do you still have any confidence left?"

"With four of us striking, you can drag two down with you."

"If all seven of us strike, then? Who could you possibly drag down?"

The Asura Hall Master’s body trembled.

The aura about him, thick and deep like the ancient earth itself, suddenly collapsed in that instant.

All around, seven auras rose, like seven towering mountains—any one of them was no weaker than him.

In other words, the ones encircling them now were six Main Hall Masters.

And sealing the space here, besides the Hidden Hundred Families and the Holy Moon Sect experts, were also the elites of the Six Halls—sixty thousand elite experts, entire formations of them.

These were the elites of six Main Halls; even sweeping clean the demon beasts of the continent would be well within their power.

Yet today, they were deployed to surround and kill their mere five people?

"Demon Hunting, Heavenly Mechanism..." The Wind Shattering Palace Master clenched his teeth, sweeping his gaze over the six, "Do you even know what you are doing right now?"

"Are you truly going to trigger an internal war among the Eight Palaces?"

"Do you still remember the iron rule of the Eight Palaces—no strife within the same house?"

"Do you intend to become the sinners of the Eight Palaces?"

On the last sentence, the Wind Shattering Palace Master practically roared it out.

The feeling he radiated was not the fear of death before a battle with no hope of victory, but rather the agony of facing a betrayal too bitter to accept.

The Demon Hunting Main Hall Master took a deep breath and held his tongue.

Senior Luoo merely let out a cold laugh. "Strife within the same house?"

"The palace rules—I remember them naturally, and I understand them."

"But if you are no longer of the same house, what strife within the same house is there to speak of?"

"From this day forth, the Eight Palaces will have no Asura, no Wind Shattering."

"As for an internal war among the Eight Palaces, likewise—once the Eight Palaces are without Asura and Wind Shattering, you will no longer be part of the Eight Palaces, so where would an internal war come from?"

Senior Luoo’s eyes suddenly turned cold. "From today on, there is no Eight Palaces—Six Halls are enough."

"No more nonsense. Strike." The woman barked coldly.

Boom... boom... boom... boom... boom... boom... boom...

Seven thunderous booms in succession, seven waves of Heaven and Earth’s Power pressed down violently.

Boom... boom...

In the span of a breath, two more auras exploded forth.

These two belonged to the Asura Hall Master and the Wind Shattering Palace Master.

As the seven savage auras bore down, the center of the encirclement instantly became a region of surging, sky‑flooding might.

Before this power, Xiao Yi, the Sky-splitting Sword Maiden, and Yiyi were like three rootless duckweed adrift at the center of a vast ocean.

While those seven auras were like towering storm‑tides—any stray wisp of them would be enough to crush the three into dust.

Standing before the three, the two elders blocked with all their strength, like two pillars of Qingtian holding up the sky, forcibly halting the seven surging waves.

Yet the waves were too fierce; bit by bit they still eroded at those mountain‑like pillars, and in the end they would surely wear them down.

When that time came, the mountains would collapse, the earth would crumble, and everything would be swallowed by the raging tide.

"Negotiations have failed." Behind the two Hall Masters, the Sky-splitting Sword Maiden knitted her brows, her face ugly with anxiety.

She knew perfectly well that no matter the opportunity, no matter the fortuitous encounter, before these true Old Monsters, faced with such absolute disparity in true strength, all of it was worthless, unable to withstand a single blow.

She did not fear death; but at her side, that hope of the Sword Sect was more precious to her than her own life.

Only today, she feared that even if she threw away her life, she would still be unable to protect him.

"Damn it, damn it." The Sky-splitting Swordswoman ground her teeth. "If only I were stronger..."

Beside her, Xiao Yi saw straight through what the Senior Swordswoman was thinking. He shook his head and cut her off. "Cultivation is never the work of a single day—only a matter of faster or slower."

The Sky-splitting Sword Maiden cast him a puzzled glance. "You brat—your face is cold, yet why do you look so unafraid?"

Xiao Yi shrugged. "I do not fear death; what is there to be afraid of?"

"Before I chose to come and keep this appointment, I had already made my preparations."

His words were light, but in his eyes, the resolve was carved in stone.

"Senior Swordswoman, remember the sound transmission I just sent you."

The Sky-splitting Sword Maiden was stunned at that.

Xiao Yi’s fingers moved.

A hand seal quietly began to form.

But at that very moment, off to the side, there was a sharp slap.

Yiyi suddenly dropped to her knees, facing in the exact direction of the woman.

"Yiyi." Xiao Yi’s face changed in shock.

"I beg Master to quell your wrath." Yiyi ignored Xiao Yi entirely, her face deathly pale as she looked up at the woman.

"Yiyi." The woman’s icy expression suddenly softened by the faintest degree.

"You are begging me?"

Yiyi knelt on both knees, nodding heavily. "So long as Master lets Young Lord and the seniors depart, Yiyi is willing to stay behind."

"Willing, heart and soul?" The aura about the woman’s body weakened by a sliver as she asked in a deep voice.

"Willing, heart and soul." Yiyi answered earnestly, though that lovely face of hers grew even paler.

Joy was clearly visible upon the woman’s face, and the aura around her weakened further.

A flash of grim resolve crossed Yiyi’s face. "So long as Master withdraws your aura now and lets Young Lord and the others leave."

"Yiyi is willing to remain in the Holy Moon Sect forever, inherit Master’s mantle, accompany Master’s side for life, and never again go against Master’s will in this lifetime."

"Good, very good." The woman’s face was already alight with delight.

Yet that aura did not retreat.

"Heh." From the center of the sealed space came a mocking snort.

"Idiot, get up."

Xiao Yi chuckled softly as he forcibly helped Yiyi to her feet.

"Young Lord..." Yiyi tried to struggle free.

Xiao Yi cut her off. "Do you believe that even if this Old Monster agrees today and lets me leave, she will still take my life one day?"

"And do you believe that even if I walk safely out of the Holy Moon Sect today, I might still die quietly some day, and you would be left completely in the dark?"

Yiyi’s pupils constricted. "Young Lord..."

"Have you forgotten Cang Yue’s words?" Xiao Yi gave a playful smile.

"From the moment this Old Monster decided to kill me, she and I could only be locked in a feud that ends with one side dead—we live only if the other falls."

"Either I step into the Holy Moon Sect and perish, or I am doomed to die regardless."

"Am I right?" Xiao Yi smiled with mocking ease as his gaze suddenly snapped toward the woman. "Sect Master of the Holy Moon Sect."

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Second update.