Soul Emperor Martial God

Chapter 2033: Chapter 2003: Slaughter of 100 Cities

Senior Luoo, hands clasped behind his back.

Just like that, he gazed at the heavens and the earth.

That indifferent face, no matter the time or place, seemed the same for ten thousand years, never changing all year round.

At the side, Changtian Wine Demon chuckled softly.

"What are you laughing at?" Senior Luoo asked,淡漠而随意地问了一句.

Changtian Wine Demon also copied Senior Luoo, clasping his hands behind his back.

"I just remembered, in the past, Master hardly ever stayed in the Main Hall."

"Most of the time, you were over at Black Cloud Academy."

"These days though, you’re often in the Main Hall, and rarely go back to Black Cloud Academy."

Senior Luoo heard this and said nothing.

Changtian Wine Demon laughed, "Only because the information over at Black Cloud Academy is far inferior to what we have here in the Main Hall."

"Regarding that kid’s intel, this place is more precise, and faster."

"Like these past days, Master keeps waiting on report after report, carefully reading through every single one. In the past, that was something we almost never saw."

"And then?" Senior Luoo gave Changtian Wine Demon a cold glance.

"And then?" Changtian Wine Demon still just smiled.

"Nothing ’then’. I just feel that this is actually pretty good."

"What’s good about it?" Senior Luoo asked.

"I don’t know." Changtian Wine Demon shook his head. "I just feel it’s good, so it’s good."

Changtian Wine Demon continued, "In the past, Master always kept a cold face."

"I don’t even remember how many ten thousand years it’s been since Master had any other expression."

"These days—no, to be precise, ever since that kid Xiao Xun appeared..."

"I often see Master either enraged, or utterly exasperated, or brimming with confidence, or suddenly domineering for no reason."

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Senior Luoo had already narrowed his eyes, cutting him off.

Changtian Wine Demon smiled, "I just think that in this world, there’s hardly anything left that can make you care, that can make you lose your temper."

"Yet that kid Xiao Xun has managed it, and managed all of it."

"So I feel he’s pretty impressive."

"Besides, I also think this is pretty good."

"Hmph." Senior Luoo snorted coldly, flicked his sleeve, and turned to leave.

Changtian Wine Demon laughed, "Master isn’t going to ask me why I think it’s pretty good?"

Senior Luoo had just opened his mouth.

Changtian Wine Demon spoke first, "Master need not ask. My answer is still: I think it’s pretty good, so it’s pretty good."

Senior Luoo’s face suddenly darkened. "Are you seriously trying to make me angry?"

Changtian Wine Demon shrank his head back and hurriedly shut up.

...

On the other side.

Ten million miles away.

Within a certain territory.

Xiao Yi’s figure had just slaughtered an Evil Cultivation Branch, then rose up, Controlling the air, and promptly furrowed his brows tightly.

Ever since he passed through the territory around Northern Poison Sect several days ago, the density of Evil Cultivation Branches within his Heaven and Earth Perception had been rising higher and higher.

Each territory he passed, the number of Evil Cultivators would increase by a notch.

His direction of clearing them out didn’t have any particular purpose.

He just cleared one branch, then set off for the next territory.

According to his past experience, this kind of constant spike in Evil Cultivator numbers was definitely abnormal.

Put more simply, with every territory he traversed now, the rampant level of Evil Cultivators increased even more.

Another thing—he didn’t know why, but Xiao Yi kept having a certain intuition.

This surge in Evil Cultivator numbers wasn’t because the territories themselves were suddenly burgeoning; rather, it was as if the moment he stepped into a territory, that surge appeared.

Put more simply, it was as though someone was doing it deliberately—specifically along Xiao Yi’s path of clearing, stepping ahead of him and increasing the number of Evil Cultivators in advance.

It was only a conjecture.

And this conjecture clearly didn’t fit common sense.

Xiao Yi frowned.

After a while, he shook his head, no longer thinking further down that trail.

His conjecture might be wrong.

And in any case, Evil Cultivators—he would definitely kill every single one he saw.

If there were more Evil Cultivators, he’d just slaughter to his heart’s content, and incidentally the "spoils of war" he harvested would be even richer.

...

One day later.

"White Flame Region." Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes slightly.

Clearing his way along, he’d passed through countless territories.

But for most territories, Xiao Yi didn’t even know their names before he had wiped out the Evil Cultivation Branches and then left that region.

But this particular territory, Xiao Yi knew the instant he set foot in it.

The White Flame Region, one of the well-known regions within the Central Region.

As he stepped into the bounds of this territory, he clearly sensed layer upon layer of invisible searing waves of flame aura surging down from the high skies toward him.

The White Flame Region couldn’t compare with the Six Dragon Territory or Heavenly Hidden Territory, those top-ten territories.

But it was still far stronger than the Four-direction Domain, Elephant Origin Region, Snake Origin Territory and the like, those relatively famous territories.

Overall, though this wasn’t a top-tier territory, it was still one of the renowned regions ranked quite high.

"Hm?"

Xiao Yi, as usual, released his Heaven and Earth Perception the moment he entered a territory, to see how many Evil Cultivators were within this region, along with their lairs, branch ranges, and so on.

Yet at this moment, he suddenly furrowed his brows.

"What’s going on?" Xiao Yi’s brows were tightly knitted.

Within his Heaven and Earth Perception, the Evil Cultivator density in the White Flame Region was shockingly high.

Right here at the outer edge of the territory where he had just stepped in, the evil qi was already chilling.

"How is that possible." Xiao Yi’s eyes sharpened. "Within a hundred cities, ordinary Martial Artists scarcely exist; it’s all Evil Cultivators."

Within the span of hundreds of thousands of miles ahead, nearly a hundred cities were packed to the brim with Evil Cultivators under his Heaven and Earth Perception.

This could no longer be described as Evil Cultivation Branches—it was basically an Evil Cultivator nest.

"I’ll just take the whole thing out." Xiao Yi’s eyes went cold as his figure flickered.

Whoosh...

Dozens of seconds later.

Above a certain large city.

Out of caution, Xiao Yi still deliberately sensed once more.

And this time, he didn’t expand his perception, merely covering this one large city.

Within this small range, his perception was absolutely impossible to be wrong.

The entire city—from the City Lord’s Mansion at the top down to all the major forces within the city, and even the random Martial Artists—were all Evil Cultivators.

There wasn’t even a single ordinary Martial Artist.

Hua...

Billowing, overwhelming poison dropped down.

The terrifying Poison Power swept across like rotting-dry wood being crushed.

In the span of merely a few seconds, the entire city fell utterly silent.

Xiao Yi waved his hand, collected the Universe Rings from all the Evil Cultivators in the city, and flashed away.

The next large city.

Xiao Yi again deliberately sensed once.

The result was the same.

Hua...

In a few seconds, the whole city was submerged within a field of virulent poison.

...

Xiao Yi’s figure swept along just like that.

Every city he passed, he would slaughter to the last.

His eyes grew increasingly icy.

And in his heart, the sense of wrongness grew stronger.

But he didn’t hesitate in the slightest.

Half a day later.

Xiao Yi’s figure finally came to a halt.

Exactly one hundred cities; he had wiped them completely clean.

The Evil Cultivators he’d killed were practically an astronomical number.

And at this moment, ahead of him, a young man appeared out of thin air, blocking his path.

"Black Robe, Xiao Xun." The young man spoke first.

"And you are?" Xiao Yi frowned.

"Yan Ao." The young man spat out two syllables.

"Never heard of you." Xiao Yi shook his head.

Yan Ao smiled slightly. "But my brother Feng Ziqiu—you should know him."

"Black Mage, Xiao Xun, you’re always fond of saying those four words ’Eight Palaces rules’."

"So today I’ll ask you as well: you’ve slaughtered a hundred cities, bathed countless living beings in blood—just how many of the Eight Palaces iron rules have you violated?"

"What I killed were Evil Cultivators." Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes, his heart suddenly lurching.

"Evil Cultivators? Just because you say so?" Yan Ao let out a cold laugh.

"A full hundred cities, all Evil Cultivators? If that gets out, who would believe it?"

...

The third update.

Today’s releases, done.