Soul Emperor Martial God-Chapter 882: Good Luck?

Within the vast forest, battles were erupting everywhere.

But at some point, the sounds of battle gradually began to quiet down; the eruptions of fighting also started to diminish.

The entire forest, compared to the previous state full of slaughter, was now noticeably calmer.

Of course, the killing had not completely stopped.

Within the forest, there were still black-clothed martial artists, wielding grim sickles, reaping the lives of Martial Arts Geniuses one by one.

Long ago, the forest had been completely filled with a strong scent of blood.

These smells were, for some, pungent and nauseating.

For others, it was filled with excitement, thrill, and all the more frenzied killing amusement.

And for a certain figure constantly shuttling through the forest, it was another kind of indescribable feeling.

Perhaps it was excitement, or perhaps a surge of hot-blooded enthusiasm, but perhaps more than anything, it was an exhilarating sense of delight.

He had not, in a long time, been able to fully unleash all his known killing techniques and stealth tactics as he did now.

And this kind of exhilarating delight resulted in the silent demise of one black-clothed martial artist after another in this forest.

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Swoosh... Swoosh... Swoosh...

In a certain part of the forest.

A group of black-clothed martial artists was swiftly moving.

The black sickles in their hands were dripping blood as they rushed forward.

It’s not hard to imagine how many lives their sickles had already reaped.

Indeed, they had just harvested the lives of a group of Martial Arts Geniuses.

They were a group of young people from distant lands, yet the most outstanding of their generation in those regions.

A total of fifty people, none survived; all perished in the massacre.

"Heh heh, this time the prey seemed a bit weak," sneered one of the black-clothed martial artists.

"Stop talking nonsense," snapped the leader of the black-clothed martial artists.

"This time our Young Master is highly interested in this hunt. Let’s be quick and find some prey of sufficient value."

"If we can satisfy the Young Master, there will surely be a great reward."

"Understood," responded the dozens of black-clothed martial artists behind him in unison.

"By the way, how many prey have we killed so far?" the leader of the black-clothed martial artists asked.

One of the black-clothed martial artists behind thought for a moment and said, "Exactly 249, but not many are truly valuable."

"249," the leader of the black-clothed martial artists frowned and said, "Just one more, and we can temporarily report back to the Young Master."

"Hope we’re lucky enough to find one that’s highly valuable."

"Hmm?" The leading black-clothed martial artist suddenly stopped his swift movement.

In his line of sight, a young man appeared, dressed in Young Master’s clothes.

The young man held a sharp sword emitting a cold white glow; at his feet lay the corpses of several black-clothed martial artists.

"Damn, he actually killed one of our squads," one black-clothed martial artist said coldly.

"Get him, kill the brat."

Snap... The leading black-clothed martial artist waved his hand and said, "No rush."

"Heh heh, seems our luck is indeed good. This individual, to wipe out one of our squads, must be a prey of considerable value."

"But let’s not be careless; use the Secret Technique and then attack in groups."

"Understood," the dozens of black-clothed martial artists replied in unison, then their aura surged.

This group of black-clothed martial artists, numbering several dozen, was clearly much stronger than a typical squad.

The leader of the black-clothed martial artists had reached the Sixth Layer Cultivation; the rest were mostly at the Fourth Layer, with a few stronger ones at the Fifth Layer.

The enhancement from the Secret Technique directly raised their strength by one layer.

The leader’s aura reached the Heavenly Extreme Seventh Layer; the others were all above the Heavenly Extreme Fifth Layer, with some reaching the Heavenly Extreme Sixth Layer.

"Good luck?" The young man turned around calmly, his exceedingly handsome face filled with cold indifference.

"Heh." Xiao Yi let out a cold, indifferent laugh.

Swoosh... Xiao Yi’s figure instantly vanished from the spot.

"So fast," the black-clothed martial artist’s pupils contracted, completely unable to keep up with Xiao Yi’s speed.

All they saw was a cold white sword light flashing by.

Sword falling, dozens of black-clothed martial artists were almost instantly killed.

Except for the leader at the Heavenly Extreme Seventh Layer and a few at the Heavenly Extreme Sixth Layer, who reacted in time, wielding their grim sickles, barely blocking and narrowly surviving.

"So strong." The leader of the black-clothed martial artists was shocked and pale with fear.

However, even before he had time to think further.

In his eyes, the young man’s sword moved again.

The sharp sword, cold white like bone, exuded an incredibly cold aura, so cold it felt as though it could freeze his entire bloodstream.

The young man’s figure moved mysteriously.

The sword in his hand, with one swing and a fall that seemed simple, was filled with the intricacies of the Sword Dao.

Sword falling, a companion at the Heavenly Extreme Sixth Layer had already perished.

The young man gently sheathed his sword, its blade unstained by blood.

And the young man’s gaze was exceptionally cold, as if the end of a life was as light as a feather in his eyes.

Swoosh... The sword rose again, fell again, and another person perished.

The leader of the black-clothed martial artists stared at this ’simple’ scene of slaughter, stupefied.

It seemed like the cold aura of the Cold White Sword had frozen his Qi-Blood, leaving him immobile.

Or perhaps it was the young man’s simple slaughter that seemed like a magnificent performance, leaving him astounded and speechless.

He did not know how to describe his current feeling.

He only knew, in his eyes, this young man was cold, cautious, and calm.

With every sword rise and fall, there was a methodical rhythm, each life harvested with a fluid ease, as if performing something all too familiar, all too simple.

And all of this happened within mere seconds.

Several at the Heavenly Extreme Sixth Layer had already become cold corpses in this magnificent display.

"It’s your turn." The young man’s cold words instantly brought the leader of the black-clothed martial artists back to his senses.

"It’s you, it’s you." The leader of the black-clothed martial artists gasped, "The one who counter-hunted our companions hours ago..."

"Heh." Xiao Yi let out a faint smile, lightly slashing with the Cold Flame Sword in his hand.

The leader of the black-clothed martial artists didn’t even think twice before retreating a step and then fleeing in an instant.

Xiao Yi shook his head, did not pursue, just muttered to himself, "After all, still too weak in Cultivation."

"Relying solely on the enhancement of Ice Pattern and the enhancement of the Cold Flame Sword, it’s still impossible to instantly kill a Heavenly Extreme Seventh Layer opponent."

With that, Xiao Yi turned around.

In the distance, the escaping black-clothed martial artist sighed in relief, seeing Xiao Yi not pursuing.

However, before he had finished his sigh, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck.

When he realized it, he was already decapitated.

Beside him, a mass of white mist transformed into a hideous shape, the bloody sickle in its hand dripping with fresh blood.

"When... did..." the black-clothed martial artist managed to say his last words before losing consciousness, meeting his end.

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