Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi

"You... you..."

The young man's face turned green and red in turns, and he nearly spewed out a mouthful of old blood.

The previously imposing words had now become a vicious slap to his face.

A slap that left his cheek burning!

He was the third ranked Jian Yi of the Mingjian Manor, having reached the Peak of the Shentong Realm, just one step away from the Golden Core Realm.

Nature had endowed him with a Sword Bone. It was said that the secret technique he practiced used his own spine as the sword embryo, solidifying his backbone.

The Sword Bone fused with his body.

It gave him a power comparable to the first stage of Sword Intent, the Sword Heart Enlightenment, allowing him to—despite being at the Peak of the Shentong Realm—contend with ordinary warriors at the First Layer of the Golden Core Realm.

But even so...

He could absolutely not afford to ignore the Xiao Family!

Not to mention that the Xiao Family was the hottest family in the Great Qian Dynasty, with countless strong individuals flocking under their banner, just the three words 'Xiao Tianjiao' alone were enough to bring despair to many powerful figures.

Not to mention him...

Even if all the strong warriors of the Tianqing Kingdom were to join forces, they would not be a match for Xiao Tianjiao alone!

Behind Jian Yi, a cultivator at the Third Layer of the Shentong Realm sneered coldly, "Xiao Yi, stop pulling the tiger's beard. Who doesn't know that you've been kicked out by the Xiao Family? You're just a discarded pawn of the Xiao Family, you..."

Before he could finish speaking.

He suddenly found he couldn't make a sound, desperately opening his mouth only for blood to spurt out.

Thud!

A head fell from its neck to the ground.

Eyes wide open with disbelief.

Hisss!

Everyone couldn't help but take a sharp breath, their horrified gazes fixed on Xiao Yi, their eyes filled with disbelief: "Did anyone clearly see what just happened?"

"Good, it seemed like Xiao Yi made a move, such a fast sword..."

Jian Yi's face grew even darker, his eyes narrowed into a sliver, sharp glints shot out of those narrow gaps, staring fixedly at Xiao Yi: "No wonder that sword in the Sword Tomb acknowledged you as its master, your mastery of swordsmanship is indeed remarkable. I just wonder, how many of my swords can you take?"

Hum!

Jian Yi lightly flicked his fingers, and the jade-encrusted longsword at his waist was drawn from its sheath.

Suspended between his palm.

The sharp edge, cold Sword Qi, raised a gust of violent wind, scraping across faces like knives cutting against their skin.

"Mingjian Manor's four great Jian Yi have been famous for a long time, especially this Jian Yi, who was already within the top twenty on the Flying Tigers List three years ago. This time he takes action, I'm afraid Xiao Yi is doomed to lose!"

"How many swords do you think Jian Yi needs to kill Xiao Yi?"

"Within three swords, I guess!"

Clang!

Jian Yi flicked the jade-encrusted longsword in his hand, looking coldly at Xiao Yi: "Bring out that sword you got from the Sword Tomb, otherwise you won't even be able to take one of my swords!"

What he held was one of the top ten famous swords, the Fourth-layer Yuan Weapon Thunder Sword, forged from Thunderous Mysterious Steel, with a natural thunder paralysis effect. Coupled with his Sword Bone enhancing his sword moves and speed, it boosted his combat power by more than thirty percent!

In his view...

Unless Xiao Yi used that fifth-rank Yuan Weapon, he would stand no chance against him.

Xiao Yi walked in front of Fang Qingzhu, gently smoothed her disheveled hair, took a silver hairpin from the top of her head, and said with a light chuckle, "I'll be back in no time!"

"Mhm!"

Fang Qingzhu squinted her eyes and nodded obediently.

Xiao Yi, holding the hairpin, walked up to Jian Yi, waving it with a swooshing sound and beckoned to Jian Yi: "Come on!"

"..."

Jian Yi's face turned green, staring intently at Xiao Yi with clenched teeth, "Xiao Yi, are you humiliating me?"

"You've misunderstood!"

Xiao Yi shook his head, an innocent look on his face, "If it were humiliation, then what I'd have in my hand would be a stick!"

Jian Yi shuddered.

A stick?

This wasn't just humiliation; this was utter disregard!

Jian Yi's complexion grew so dark it seemed it could drip moisture, his fingers around the longsword turned green with strain, and with a venomous face said, "I'll chop off your head, sever your limbs, and cut you to pieces to feed the dogs!"

Boom!

The Mysterious Sword plunged towards him, moving as fast as an arrow released from a bowstring, leaving behind only a trail of afterimages where he once was. Even as the afterimages overlapped without fading, a golden sword gleam had already appeared in front of Xiao Yi.

"One of the four great sword techniques of Mingjian Manor, the 'Thunderous Lightning Sword Skill,' and this technique places utmost emphasis on speed!"

"With his spine as his sword and the art refined into his bones, the Mysterious Sword is on par with those who have mastered Sword Intent. Coupled with the profound intricacies of the 'Thunderous Lightning Sword Skill,' Xiao Yi stands no chance against him!"

Within the crowd, a middle-aged man donning a wide-brimmed hat and Embracing a sword confidently declared, "The outcome was decided the moment Xiao Yi chose his weapon! The fight will be over in one strike!"

The crowd turned to look at the man, all exclaiming in awe, "That's the renowned Rain Listening Swordsman, Xue Ming; he is a master of swordcraft said to have grasped the power of Sword Intent!"

"If even he says Xiao Yi is bound to lose, then there is no suspense about the outcome of this battle!"

Rain Listening Swordsman Xue Ming.

A Loose Cultivator and an expert with the sword.

With the cultivation of the Second Layer of the Golden Elixir Realm and command over Sword Intent, his combat power is no weaker than that of an average practitioner of the Four Layer of the Golden Elixir Realm.

His attainments in the way of the sword are publicly acknowledged as those of a grandmaster.

However...

Beneath the onslaught of that lightning-fast fierce sword play, Xiao Yi, with a mere hairpin in hand, simply leaped aside, narrowly avoiding each strike.

The golden sword gleam whooshed past, nearly grazing the clothes on his chest.

Just one more inch, and it would have pierced his chest and shattered his viscera.

"Wasn't it said the fight would be resolved in one strike?"

Everyone turned to look at Xue Ming as Xue Ming blandly responded, "He just got lucky!"

The second strike followed close behind, also dodged by Xiao Yi.

Xue Ming frowned deeply, "The Mysterious Sword is holding back; he must be trying to humiliate Xiao Yi!"

The crowd suddenly understood, "So that's how it is!"

Then...

The third strike.

The fourth strike...

After more than a dozen strikes, the Mysterious Sword was drenched in sweat, whereas Xiao Yi remained graceful, effortlessly crushing the formidable sword strikes with a slight force from his hairpin.

"Avoiding over a dozen strikes and shattering four with a hairpin, all by chance?"

"Did the Mysterious Sword hold back with each of these strikes?"

"Just who is humiliating whom here?"

The staring crowd made Xue Ming squirm uncomfortably, his forehead slick with sweat as he said in frustration, "What are you all staring at me for? I'm not a damn fortune-teller; how could I know this kid's sword skill would completely overpower the Mysterious Sword, making his sword seem as feeble as a child's in comparison..."

That's right!

Just as Xue Ming said...

Xiao Yi's swordsmanship totally overwhelmed the Mysterious Sword.

No matter how the Mysterious Sword varied his attacks, he couldn't escape Xiao Yi's control, as if a hand that covered the sky was obstructing everything.

Xiao Yi utterly toyed with the Mysterious Sword as if he were clapping his hands in amusement.

Xue Ming saw it, and everyone else did too.

The Mysterious Sword was clearly aware of this as well!n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

He was drenched with cold sweat, having exceeded his best performance today, yet he still could not breach the defense of Xiao Yi's hairpin. The Mysterious Sword stared fiercely and yelled, "I'm going all in against you!"

Buzz!

From his spine, a world-shaking sword shadow coalesced, and his body merged with his sword.

This was the Mysterious Sword's Innate Divine Ability, the integration of Sword and Bone!

Whoosh!

Both sword speed and might increased by fifty percent.

A deadly strike headed straight for Xiao Yi.

In the face of this swift strike, Xiao Yi's expression of indifference vanished, and his Innate Divine Ability transformed, becoming one with his hairpin, as he pointed his sword: "Wicked Python Entwines the Tree!"

Whoosh!

The sword took an unpredictable course!

The two passed by each other.

Xiao Yi, holding his hairpin, gently flicked it, and a drop of blood fell to the ground.

Behind him...

The Mysterious Sword's form softened, and with a thud, he fell to the ground, a spot of red gleaming bloodily on his forehead...