Soul Emperor Martial God-Chapter 1669: Ao Donglou

Dongli Sword Palace, atop Sword Mountain.

The man stood with hands behind his back, gazing into the distance.

On Sword Mountain, the Gang Wind howled, causing his clothes to flutter and his long hair to float.

Yet, it couldn’t blow away... the sullen shade on his face and the venomous glow in his eyes.

"As soon as I heard you arrived in the Extreme East, I hurriedly came from the palace."

"You... wouldn’t even give me a chance to speak a few words..."

The man spoke through gritted teeth, not even realizing his fists were clenched so tightly they crackled.

Beside him, the elder’s face was indignant, "Her Holy Moon Sect is a Hidden Sect, our Beiyin Palace is also a Hidden Family, renowned as equals, what is there to be arrogant about."

"If not for that abominable creature Illusion Moon Heavenly Phoenix, what is a mere Xiao Yiyi..."

The elder angrily spat, but couldn’t finish his sentence.

A pair of cold eyes stopped his words.

"Young Master." The elder looked at the man, his body suddenly trembled.

The cold gaze belonged to the man.

"I almost forgot." The man’s voice was bone-chilling.

"Who gave you the right to make a move on her?"

"Just a Fourth Layer Legend at the Mid-stage, is that your confidence?"

"Young Master, I..." The elder’s face changed, even showing panic, and hurriedly bowed.

Shh...

In the air, a cold glint suddenly flashed by.

The panic solidified on the elder’s face.

Clatter...

The head fell, rolling a few meters on the ground.

In that instant, the elder’s body and head were separated.

Beside the man, a figure appeared out of thin air.

The figure was a middle-aged man, kneeling on one knee, "Young Master."

"Shadow Slave, well done." The man said, his face still icy cold.

"No one is allowed to make a move on her in front of me."

The man’s gaze turned again to the distance, a hint of Xiao Se’s face, and... suppressed jealousy.

After a while, the man lowered his head and looked at the middle-aged man.

"Shadow Slave, go bring me that kid’s head."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man, still kneeling on one knee, lifted his head slightly, frowning.

"Young Master, forgive Shadow Slave for speaking frankly."

"Young Master’s talents, why bother exhausting yourself for a mere woman, letting it disturb your focus."

"At the moment, if this causes unrest..."

"Shadow Slave." The man suddenly interrupted, "I know what you’re trying to say."

"The Eight Palaces have long been intent on balancing against our Hidden Family."

"It’s just that back in the day, the Eight Palaces were united, they could stabilize the continent, causing no unrest, no one dared to act recklessly."

"But today’s Eight Palaces have long since fallen apart, my Beiyin Palace, does not fear them."

The middle-aged man spoke in a deep voice, "That kid, after all, is a successor to the Asura and Wind Temple."

"If..."

"Forget it." The man, a flash of dissatisfaction on his face, flicked his sleeve.

"Then let him live a while longer."

"Let’s return to the palace."

The man withdrew his gaze from the distance, turned around, his face brimming with anger.

"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded.

"However, Young Master, will you not participate in tomorrow’s competition? Or the Ancient Emperor’s Tomb opening in more than a month?"

"No need." The man shook his head, "The competition is just a small matter, I came, only to see her once."

"As for the Ancient Emperor’s Tomb, ha." The man sneered.

"The Ancient Emperor’s Tomb, once in 15 years, each time it’s the same result, whether to participate or not doesn’t matter."

The middle-aged man frowned, "This generation of young Heavenly Talents is the most monstrous."

"The Ancient Emperor’s Tomb might have unexpected occurrences."

"Unlikely." The man shook his head, "No one can single-handedly break the game in the Ancient Emperor’s Tomb, no matter how outstanding."

"Let’s go."

Swoosh... swoosh... swoosh...

Led by the man, the group flew away, controlling the air.

...

Extreme East, two hours later.

Swoosh... swoosh... swoosh...

A streak of flame traversed through space.

A few minutes later.

"Dongli Sword Palace, this is it." In the sky, Xiao Yi muttered to himself.

Purple Flame Fire Wings flapped, descending from the sky.

As expected, he calculated the timing correctly, arriving at the Extreme East would take no more than ten days, leaving exactly one day of spare time.

Tomorrow begins the competition among the major forces.

Moreover, if he hadn’t encountered First Yun and the other three along the way, he could have arrived at Dongli Sword Palace more than an hour earlier.

Dongli Sword Palace is the Overlord Force here in the Extreme East.

Furthermore, the competitions among the major forces are held here.

Swoosh...

Xiao Yi descended from the sky, the flapping Purple Flame Fire Wings stirred up vast waves of fire around him.

Swoosh... swoosh... swoosh...

A dozen elders instantly leaped out from within the Sword Palace.

Following them, many martial artists of the Sword Palace came surging in.

"Who dares to be impudent at our Dongli Sword Palace?" The dozen elders in the lead drew their swords, an astonishing fierce aura surging upward.

"Thirteen Supremes." Xiao Yi glanced at these dozen elders and nodded.

Dongli Sword Palace is indeed no ordinary place.

Xiao Yi came swiftly, and upon landing stirred up a vast wave of fire, naturally attracting the attention of the people in the Sword Palace.

Xiao Yi was about to respond.

A piercing voice suddenly resounded from within the Sword Palace.

"The illustrious Purple Flame Yi Xiao, your presence graces us, forgive this old man for not welcoming you from afar."

Swoosh... a figure sword-flew out from within the Sword Palace.

"What a fierce Sword Qi." Xiao Yi’s pupils slightly contracted.

Almost instantly, Xiao Yi could discern that the newcomer’s Sword Dao attainment was unfathomable.

Swoosh... Sword Qi approached in an instant.

Xiao Yi’s hand instantly condensed the Five-Colored Ring, a Beast Hand covering out.

Boom...

A flaming heavy punch surged out.

The Sword Qi instantly dispersed.

But the flame also vanished beneath the Sword Qi.

Sword Qi and flame, both dissipated, and on the spot, an elder stood with hands behind his back, smiling faintly at Xiao Yi.

"Purple Flame Yi Xiao, indeed lives up to the name." The elder cupped his hands.

Xiao Yi also cupped his hands, "I presume, you must be the Palace Master of Dongli Sword Palace, Ao Donglou."

Dongli Sword Palace, one of the Three Great Sword Palaces of the present age.

Ao Donglou, the Palace Master of Dongli Sword Palace, had been renowned as a Supreme Sword Cultivator for hundreds of years.

He was different from Elder Yun Yuan, Hui Deacon, and other Peak Sword Cultivators.

Elder Yun Yuan, Hui Deacon, and others, were several generations younger than him.

Thus, Ao Donglou was not among the Peak Sword Cultivators of the present age, but he had been renowned for many years as a Supreme Sword Cultivator, with even greater prestige.

"Purple Flame Yi Xiao?" The surrounding Sword Palace Elders and disciples showed faces of astonishment.

Curious gazes were uniformly directed at Xiao Yi.

"Is this the supposedly elusive Purple Flame Yi Xiao?"

"The one who, over half a month ago, shattered a hundred thousand Evil Cultivators, nearly slaying Poison Robe—such a monster? He’s this young?"

"Hehe." Ao Donglou chuckled and walked slowly toward Xiao Yi.

"Vice Hall Master Yi Xiao, coming from afar, please follow this old man into the Sword Palace." Ao Donglou made a gesturing ’please’ motion.

"Thank you." Xiao Yi cupped his hands.

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First Chapter update.