Soul Emperor Martial God

Chapter 2332: Chapter 2338: The Eerie Yuan Ruoli

"The Chief of Heavenly Hidden Academy, is he so vulnerable?"

At the edge of the Martial Arts Arena, the Dongfang Family elder shook his head.

"Oh, not good." The Dongfang Family elder suddenly reacted, waving his hand, "Quickly save him."

Whish...whish...

Two figures immediately flashed out, one leaping off the Martial Arts Arena to support Guu Feifan.

The other came to Xiao Yi’s side.

Obviously, these two were the alchemists of the Dongfang Family.

The Dongfang Family elder also approached quickly, "Master Xiao Yi, are you seriously injured?"

A trace of urgency was clearly written on the face of the Dongfang Family elder.

Xiao Yi shook his head, "It’s nothing serious, can we announce the winner now?"

"Um, yes." The Dongfang Family elder nodded, saying, "To be cautious, let me have a Venerable-level alchemist from the Dongfang Family take a look."

"There’s really no need, thank you." Xiao Yi shook his head and, saying this, walked past the alchemist and the Dongfang Family elder, flashing back to the chief seat podium.

It was obvious that as Xiao Yi walked past the two, they slightly bowed their heads, showing a respectful demeanor.

On the other side, outside the Martial Arts Arena, the alchemist shouted loudly, "Report to the elder, the Heavenly Hidden Academy Chief is not seriously injured, just lightly injured and fainted."

"Hmm." The Dongfang Family elder nodded and loudly announced, "In this match, the winner is Xiao Yi."

In the spectator seats.

Xiao Yi had just sat down.

Xia Yiming, next to him, looked at Xiao Yi’s blood-stained arm with a worried expression, "Palace Master..."

"I’m fine." Xiao Yi interrupted with a light laugh, "Do you really think that such minor injuries could have any impact on me?"

It was just an ordinary sword blade wound.

Earlier, out of carelessness, he got nicked by Guu Feifan’s Hidden Blade Heavenly Sword.

He had suppressed his cultivation, while Guu Feifan suddenly surged with the amplification of a High Grade Holy Artifact, coupled with martial technique, and only managed to injure him slightly.

But that was all there was to it.

Earlier, he had indeed suppressed his cultivation down to match Guu Feifan’s First Layer Peak of Saint Sovereign Realm.

And he was unarmed, relying solely on Sword Qi.

But Guu Feifan, even with the amplification of a High Grade Holy Artifact, was still vulnerable.

This is the strength of the Ice Storm Scripture, Ice Illusion Body, and the Twenty-four Ice Shattering Slashes.

The icy aura brought by the cultivation technique alone could counter Guu Feifan’s martial technique of the Life-devouring Sword entangling and devouring.

Relying solely on Sword Qi, the Twenty-four Ice Shattering Slashes hadn’t even fully executed, only six Sword Qis were released, and it sent Guu Feifan flying, fainting.

Within the same cultivation level, the absolute suppression brought by cultivation technique and martial technique is obvious.

It’s a pity...

Xiao Yi felt silently helpless.

Guu Feifan’s sudden surge was still a sneak attack using methods from the Baili Family; this proved Guu Feifan never listened to his words.

For the most outstanding Heavenly Talent of the Heavenly Hidden Academy today, Xiao Yi could only feel powerless.

"The next match, Lik Yuan Sect’s Yuan Ruoli vs. Liuo Family’s Liuo Shuang."

At this moment, the words of the Dongfang Family elder sounded again.

Whish...whish...

Two figures leapt onto the Martial Arts Arena.

Xiao Yi glanced over with little interest, then looked at Xia Yiming, asking, "How is the sequence of battles for this Demon Sacrifice Day decided?"

Xia Yiming replied, "Palace Master is asking, is it because you just said you went on stage so quickly?"

Xiao Yi nodded.

"It’s actually quite haphazard." Xia Yiming replied.

"Previously, the Dongfang Family had already noted down the identities of all the Heavenly Talents participating in the Demon Sacrifice Day, with all names and information."

"When the Demon Sacrifice Day begins, it’s just a simple pairing of two."

"So casual?" Xiao Yi was a bit taken aback.

This is, after all, a competition amongst all Supreme Heavenly Talents and Monsters in the Central Region.

Xia Yiming nodded, answering, "As mentioned before, the Dongfang Family doesn’t really care about the Demon Sacrifice Day anymore."

"Holding it is going through the motions, ensuring that no one is offended, concluding smoothly and amicably is the best result."

"The Demon Sacrifice Day 15 years ago made the Dongfang Family fret for a long time, now they’re in no mood to stir up trouble again."

Xia Yiming continued, "In the past, there would be mutual drawing lots among Heavenly Talents, and a series of complicated, no, for the strong, rather interesting competitions."

"It used to be a grand and formal event."

"But now, the Dongfang Family can’t wait for it to end quickly, so everything is simplified."

"The drawing lots and such are all randomly paired by the Dongfang Family based on Heavenly Talents’ information."

"However, the Dongfang Family elder is observant; looking at the spectator seats, Heavenly Talents generally sitting together who have relationships won’t be paired together."

"If by chance they’re drawn together, they will draw again."

"Take us for instance, I could never face off with the Palace Master, nor could the Palace Master’s two friends face off with me or the Palace Master."

"Ha." Xiao Yi chuckled, "They are well-versed in worldly affairs, offending no one, not even damaging relationships among the Heavenly Talents."

"Yes." Xia Yiming nodded, "Those who take the stage to fight each other either have no relationship or a very shallow one."

"Or they’re those who everyone knows are very close friends, where competition is just like a spar, not leaving any real animosity."

"Oh?" Next to him, Qing Lin responded, saying, "Then Ran Qi and I also have a chance to face each other?"

Ran Qi rolled his eyes, "Who said we are very close friends? At best, you’re just an opponent I find worthy."

Xia Yiming interrupted the two’s argument, saying, "Even if you are, outsiders don’t know, the Dongfang Family doesn’t know, so they won’t let you face off."

"After that, after all the pairings and competitions are done, winners and qualifiers are determined."

"Among the present Heavenly Talents and Monsters, only about half, at most 60 people will continue to participate in the Demon Sacrifice Day and enter the Demon Domain."

"If the losers want to seize one of these 60 spots, they can challenge anyone themselves; challenge whoever you want, but the Dongfang Family won’t intervene further, the winner automatically seizes the spot."

Xiao Yi finally understood, "The Dongfang Family, are they afraid too many people will enter the Demon Domain and they can’t protect them all?"

"Yes." Xia Yiming answered, "Those who win on the Demon Sacrifice Day are strong."

"Their strength makes them easier to protect."

"Moreover, the Dongfang Family’s elite can’t be entirely dispatched just to protect a group of young Heavenly Talents and Monsters."

"Naturally, the fewer the numbers, the easier it is to ensure their safety."

"In simple terms, the Dongfang Family doesn’t want to bear the blame for that inexplicable mess, nor does anyone want to see the tragedy 15 years ago happen again."

Xiao Yi nodded.

Suddenly, from the Martial Arts Arena, a scream was heard.

"Hmm?" Xiao Yi turned his head, glancing at the Martial Arts Arena.

He saw Yuan Ruoli standing with hands behind his back, and in front of him, his opponent, Liuo Family’s Liuo Shuang, was already on his knees, showing a look of pain, tightly gripping his throat.

Liuo Shuang’s eyes were filled with fear, as if he had seen something terrifying and horrifying.

"What a bizarre technique." Qing Lin remarked with a look of astonishment.

"What happened?" Xiao Yi asked, having been disinterested in the battle and not paying attention.

Ran Qi answered, "From the moment he got on stage until now, Yuan Ruoli hasn’t made a move, hasn’t even shifted a foot."

"Liuo Shuang, for some reason, is gripping his own throat; if this continues, he’ll strangle himself to death."

"Haha." On the Martial Arts Arena, Yuan Ruoli laughed coldly and eerily.

"Blame only your bad luck for facing me."

"Of course." Yuan Ruoli’s cold eyes swept over the surrounding spectator seats, "You should be glad you didn’t face me."

Under the sweep of the cold gaze, anyone who met this gaze showed a hint of dread, not daring to meet it.

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