Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi

"You have lost!"

Xiao Yi looked at Yang Kun with an indifferent face.

He had anticipated this scene long ago.

Yang Kun was too ruthless in his actions, betraying Xiao Yi and Liu Yi, furthermore returning Southern Ice City to the Sword Dynasty to please the Sword Emperor, poisoning his own father, plotting against his siblings, brutally killing loyal officials and their families, and so on...

Everything he did had long since alienated the court officials and the common people.

But due to his strength, everyone was angry but dared not speak.

Even the court officials, people, and soldiers felt the same.

But now...

Xiao Yi had returned.

With his current prestige, a mere call to arms would naturally draw countless powerful followers.

That is how this scene came to be!

Yang Kun, who had used underhanded tactics and schemes to ascend to the emperor's throne, now found himself abandoned by everyone in the face of Xiao Yi.

A complete and utter defeat!

"You, you treacherous officials... I am the great emperor of heaven and earth, wielding supreme authority over the Great Qian Dynasty. How dare you betray me?" Yang Kun's eyes were bloodshot as he glared at Liu Fuhai and the others, letting out a hysterical roar.

Liu Fuhai snorted coldly, his face expressionless, "Yang Kun, you've gone against the natural order, committed patricide to seize the throne, plotted against your siblings, slaughtered the loyal and good, and disregarded human lives. What right do you have to hold sway over the Great Qian Dynasty?"

"The real treacherous official is you!"

"How could a disloyal, unfilial, unrighteous, and unjust person like you be fit to sit on the imperial throne?"

Faced with the accusations and curses of the court officials.

Yang Kun's complexion grew uglier, he gritted his teeth and his eyes filled with savagery, "You... all of you traitors, should die!" Yang Kun shouted in rage, "Blood Shadow Guard, Blood Saber Guard, where are you?"

Clang Clang!

A resounding echo of bladed weapons filled the air.

Xue Feng spoke respectfully, "Your Majesty, your servant Xue Feng is here!"

Yang Kun gritted his teeth fiercely, his gaze filled with toxic resentment, "Kill all these traitors for me, kill them!"

"Yes!"

Xue Feng, with a cold and indifferent face, drew out a blood-colored longsword and shouted, "Wipe out the traitors!"

Swish Swish Swish!

A host of powerful figures sprang into action.

The Blood Saber Guard and Blood Shadow Guard only took orders from Yang Yuhuan, but now that Yang Yuhuan's token was in Yang Kun's hands, they naturally obeyed Yang Kun without question, fearlessly charging at Xiao Yi and the others.

Especially Xue Feng, his target was explicitly Xiao Yi.

Xue Asura and others had died at the hands of Xiao Yi.

As the head of the Blood Shadow Tower, Xue Feng naturally regarded Xiao Yi as a thorn in his side.

Hum!

Blood-colored light fluctuated around Xue Feng, as if he were a blood-soaked Asura.

Peak of the Sixth Nirvana Realm!

Having studied the art of killing since a young age, his combat power was enough to match that of an ordinary peak strength fighter in the Seventh Nirvana Realm. To date, over one hundred thousand had died at his hands, making the name Xue Feng send tremors across the world!

Swish!

The blood-colored light merged into his palm, transforming into a blood-colored blade, thrusting straight for Xiao Yi's heart.

However...

Facing Xue Feng's attack, Xiao Yi remained unmoved.

His hands behind his back, he stood silently.

"Seeking death!"

Xue Feng instantly felt insulted; he had never encountered someone who so blatantly disrespected him. Even when Yang Yuhuan, the unmatched War King of the past, fought against him, he never dared to be negligent.

Ding!

A crisp sound caused Xue Feng's face to reveal a look of astonishment, "How is this possible?"

No matter how much force he applied, he could not advance any further?

In his hand was a sixth-grade Yuan weapon, and his cultivation was at the peak of the Sixth Nirvana Realm. He executed a high-grade sixth-order assassination sword technique aimed at vital points. Xiao Yi didn't dodge or avoid; he couldn't possibly remain unharmed?

"You're too weak,"

Xiao Yi shook his head and casually slapped towards Xue Feng's face.

"Arrogant!"

A cold light flashed in Xue Feng's eyes as he leaped back, attempting to dodge.

But he soon discovered in horror that he no longer had control over his body and stood there foolishly. Then he heard a loud swoosh by his ear, as Xiao Yi's seemingly ordinary slap landed directly on his face.

Swoosh!

Xue Feng's head spun around on his neck like a top, completing ten full revolutions before coming to a stop.

Thud!

The formidable first master of Blood Shadow Tower, second only to the unparalleled War King, was directly slapped to death.

Hiss!

Yang Kun gasped in shock, unable to believe what he saw as Xue Feng's head turned ten full circles on his neck, with his face now firmly staring at his own back. His gaze then shifted to Huihai's Deputy Sect Master and the others, shouting angrily, "Deputy Sect Masters of Huihai, Yun Chen... why aren't you attacking?"

Huihai's Deputy Sect Master was merely at the Seventh Nirvana Realm, and Yun Chen of Three Seas Mountain was even less, being only at the Sixth Nirvana Realm.

The remaining powers like Wendao Villa, True Martial Hall, and Feixue Temple were similar in strength to Yun Chen.

Among them, Huihai's Deputy Sect Master was the strongest, and his combat power was roughly equal to Xue Feng's. Now that Xue Feng had been killed by a single slap from Xiao Yi, how could they dare to provoke Xiao Yi?

Nevertheless, out of respect for Yang Kun as a disciple of Tianjian Sect, Huihai's Deputy Sect Master found it difficult to remain indifferent, saying sternly, "Xiao Yi, Yang Kun is a disciple of our Tianjian Sect. If you dare to lay a hand on him, you must consider whether you can withstand the wrath of the Tianjian Sect!"

"The wrath of Tianjian Sect?"

Xiao Yi grinned and looked up at Huihai's Deputy Sect Master, "You didn't remind me, and I had almost forgotten! Your Tianjian Sect still owes me a debt!"

"Huh?"

Huihai's Deputy Sect Master was taken aback, frowning, "Nonsensical, how could my Tianjian Sect owe you?"

Xiao Yi's expression gradually turned cold: "Your Huihai Sword Master pursued me time and again, plucking the scales off my brother one by one, subjecting him to excruciating torture. Do you think the debt can be settled by killing just him?"

"What are you saying? Huihai is dead?" Huihai's Deputy Sect Master looked utterly confused.

Yang Kun was also full of astonishment.

He had thought that Xiao Yi had only escaped from the trap set by Huihai Sword Master and the Sword Dynasty, not that he had actually killed Huihai Sword Master.

That was a super master of the Eight Nirvana Realm!

The experts from Three Seas Mountain, Wendao Villa, True Martial Hall, Feixue Temple, and others were struck silent with fear. They instinctively distanced themselves from Huihai's Deputy Sect Master, drawing a clear line to avoid being implicated by Xiao Yi.

Huihai's Deputy Sect Master's complexion changed uncertainly, shaking his head, "It's impossible. Huihai Sword Master had already broken through to the Eight Nirvana Realm. How could you possibly have killed him? You must be bluffing..."

Xiao Yi sneered with a look of disdain, "The Eight Nirvana Realm? In my eyes, they are mere chickens and dogs!"

"Audacious!"

Huihai's Deputy Sect Master shouted coldly, his expression icy as he threw a fierce punch.

Boom!

The punch was powerful and carried infinite destructive force.

Yang Kun clenched his fists tightly: "Huihai's Deputy Sect Master's Quaking Fist! This punch may seem ordinary, but it contains the power of vibration. Even if your defense is strong, it is impossible to protect your internal organs. Under the Quaking Fist, the internal organs will shatter, and Xiao Yi is doomed!"

"Quaking Fist?"

Xiao Yi's eyes narrowed to a slit, instantly seeing through the sophistication of the punch.

He reached out with his right hand, pointing a single finger.

As the fist and finger collided.

Thump...

A muffled sound erupted.

The face of Huihai's Deputy Sect Master turned pale with drastic color change, and with a wretched scream, a streak of silver light pierced through his fist and burst forth from the shoulder, along with his entire arm exploding into pieces.

"Damn it..."

Huihai's Deputy Sect Master turned deathly pale, casting a resentful glance at Xiao Yi before turning around and fleeing towards the distant sky without looking back, leaving a curse echoing, "Xiao Yi, just you wait. The Tianjian Sect will not let you off!"

"Did I say you could leave?"

Xiao Yi chuckled coldly.

Swoosh!

With a powerful flap of the Wind Thunder Wings, he instantly caught up with Huihai's Deputy Sect Master, a sword ray sweeping across the sky, and with a stab, he cut Huihai's Deputy Sect Master in half. Amid the spray of blood, Xiao Yi landed in front of him.

The Falling Dust Sword rested at an angle, pointed at Yang Kun's neck: "Your turn now!"

Thud!

Yang Kun, scared witless, collapsed to his knees.

During the Ancestral Worship Ceremony, Xiao Yi had already become the demon in his heart. Now, as he watched Xiao Yi kill Xue Feng and then behead Huihai, with the blood-stained Falling Dust Sword right before him, how could he dare to make the slightest move?

Where was his earlier vigor upon ascending to the imperial throne?

"Spare me... Xiao Yi, I beg you, don't kill me, I can offer you wealth and glory, I can make you a king of separate lineage, just please don't kill me..." Yang Kun begged piteously.

Xiao Yi's face remained expressionless, about to speak, but then a distant, indifferent voice came from the void: "Xiao Yi, if you don't want to die, you should kindly let go of His Majesty Yang Kun."

"Let him go?"

Xiao Yi frowned slightly, turning back to face the newcomer, and said indifferently, "Are you dreaming?"