One Move to Defeat a Soul Emperor

One of the black-clad burly men stepped forward and stared at Si Tingxuan. "The Long Family Patriarch is from Wind Descent Valley. Wasn't it inappropriate for you to strike so heavily, sir?"

"Wind Descent Valley?"

Si Tingxuan thought about it. There did not seem to be such a sect faction mentioned in the original story!

He was a straightforward person, so he coldly replied, "Never heard of it."

"You—"

The man was thoroughly angered, but he was much stronger than the Long Family Patriarch. He took a deep breath.

He actually managed to calm down.

He cupped his hands toward Si Tingxuan. "I am Feng Yuan of Wind Descent Valley. Please teach me, sir!"

"Huh?"

Si Tingxuan was somewhat surprised and muttered, "At least you have some of a sect's bearing."

Then he turned around, his face filled with arrogance. "You saw me defeat that whatever Long Family Patriarch with one palm, yet you still decided to act. I assume you have some skill. Come! Let me see whether you are worthy of making me remember the words 'Wind Descent Valley,' as well as your name."

At that moment, the other person standing to the side could no longer endure Si Tingxuan's "arrogance."!

He frowned and coldly said, "Feng Yuan, stop wasting words with him. Make him understand that Wind Descent Valley is destined to become the number one power in the Baroque Kingdom."

"It is not something a fellow like him, who becomes boundlessly arrogant just because he has a little strength, can provoke."

Clearly, this man held a higher position than Feng Yuan.

Upon hearing this, Feng Yuan immediately replied, "Yes!"

Then, he released his Martial Soul. A Wind Wolf appeared behind him. "Martial Soul Possession!"

Immediately afterward, six soul rings—two yellow, three purple, and one black—rose from his body.

"A Soul Emperor?"

Hua Wufeng could not help crying out. He had never expected to encounter a Soul Emperor in such a small town.

No.

He looked at the other man again. Judging from their earlier conversation, that man's status was even higher.

Naturally, his strength was greater as well.

So there were two Soul Emperors!

Si Tingxuan narrowed his eyes and thought, A Soul Emperor? Perfect. I can test just how powerful several martial arts techniques are! That Long Family Patriarch was too weak to test them properly.

At that moment, Feng Yuan's fourth soul ring lit up. "Fourth Soul Ring Skill - Twin Wolves Assault!"

Two wolf heads condensed from Soul Power around Feng Yuan's hands.

Then he kicked off the ground and charged toward Si Tingxuan!

"Close combat? Then... Icy Palm!"

Si Tingxuan remained where he was. Unlike last time, however, he raised both hands and struck out with both palms, swinging them toward the charging Feng Yuan.

"Do you think I am the Long Family Patriarch? You still refuse to release your Martial Soul. Who are you looking down on?"

Clearly, Si Tingxuan's actions had completely enraged him.

The force behind the fists wrapped in wolf heads increased by several degrees.

If he had only intended to probe him before, then now he truly wanted to clash head-on.

Feng Yuan's two wolf heads and Si Tingxuan's palms crashed together viciously.

The instant his fists met those palms, Feng Yuan felt an overwhelming force surge from Si Tingxuan's hands, a force he could not resist.

Of course. Si Tingxuan had activated the Dragon Elephant Dragon Strength Art. Every move he made carried unmatched power.

Bang!

Feng Yuan flew backward at an even greater speed.

This time, he flew farther than the Long Family Patriarch—roughly fifteen or sixteen meters.

"Hiss—"

Everyone present could not help drawing a sharp breath.

This was unbelievable.

This was a Soul Emperor stronger than the Long Family Patriarch!

A Soul Emperor!

The Long Family group was already dumbfounded!

When they looked at Si Tingxuan now, their eyes were filled with awe. No... more accurately, fear.

At this point, they no longer had the slightest intention of causing trouble for Si Tingxuan.

They desperately wished they could leave this place at once.

If their patriarch were not still lying there, they would have turned around and run long ago.

The other man from Wind Descent Valley also underwent a drastic change in expression.

His status was higher than Feng Yuan's, and he was stronger.

But not by much!

After all, he too was only a Soul Emperor.

Yet the man before him had defeated Feng Yuan in a single move and still looked as calm as ever.

It was as though there was no difference between a Soul King and a Soul Emperor in his eyes.

"Gulp."

He swallowed involuntarily, and fear appeared in his eyes as well.

After all, before such a powerful expert, he seemed no different from the Long Family's minor lackeys beside him.

Even Si Tingxuan himself was somewhat surprised.

He could not help looking at his hands and muttered, "This power is truly terrifying. One punch, one Soul Emperor... this isn't a dream! I'm invincible in close combat! I'd even dare to clash head-on with a Soul Sage one ring higher."

But if the opponent chose long-range combat, he would be in trouble.

Still, no matter what, this was an enormous advantage and a terrifying trump card.

A Soul Emperor was still a Soul Emperor, far beyond what a Soul King could compare to. Even someone like the Long Family Patriarch, who was only one step away from becoming a Soul Emperor, was the same.

The Long Family Patriarch's fate was unknown, but Feng Yuan staggered back to his feet.

Yet everyone could not help drawing another sharp breath.

Even Hua Wufeng, who stood on Si Tingxuan's side, was no exception.

Because although Feng Yuan had risen, he looked utterly miserable.

It was bad enough that both his palms had been frozen over; his arms were bent at bizarre angles.

They had clearly been broken by the tremendous force.

His face was deathly pale.

Not merely because of his injuries, but because a thin layer of frost covered his face.

The breath leaving his nose and mouth was visible white mist.

His entire body shook uncontrollably.

Even his lips had turned purple. He was clearly freezing.

Si Tingxuan nodded in satisfaction. "The power of Icy Palm is quite impressive!"

Even without the immense force of the Dragon Elephant Divine Art, as long as it landed, it could severely injure a Soul Emperor in one strike.

"You... you... who exactly are you?"

After exchanging that move, Feng Yuan could tell that, in terms of Soul Power alone, he was not much weaker than his opponent.

He had lost because of that strength, as well as those strange and powerful soul skills.

But there was no doubt that this person, like him, was a Soul Emperor.

Yet even at the same rank, he had been defeated in a single move. Someone Invincible at the Same Rank like this could not possibly be an unknown figure.

It had been a long time since such a formidable Soul Emperor had appeared.

Many years ago, there had been one: Zhao Wuji, who, as a Soul Emperor, had broken through the joint encirclement of sixteen Soul Emperors from Spirit Hall after severely injuring six of them.

Although he had been seriously wounded as well, Zhao Wuji's strength had made his name resound across the entire continent.

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