Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi

"From now on, you just follow me, sister! I'll take good care of you!"

The scar-faced man with a chubby face leered at Fang Qingzhu, rubbing his hands back and forth, looking sleazy.

The newcomer indeed possessed considerable strength.

Having reached the Sixth Layer of the Divine Passage Realm, he exuded an aura filled with evil qi and was clearly of a malevolent nature.

Fang Qingzhu frowned slightly, "Get out of my way!"

"Oh? Fiery temper, I like a little chili pepper like you. Come, let brother touch you..." The scar-faced man licked his lips with his crimson tongue, his large palm reaching towards Fang Qingzhu's body.

"Back off!"

Fang Qingzhu's Purple Cloud Whip lashed out fiercely, sending the scarred man's hand flailing back.

A startling bloodstain appeared on the back of his hand.

The scar-faced man's expression darkened abruptly as he licked the blood on his hand with his blood-red tongue, his eyes filled with a touch of madness and ferocity.

Smack!

The scar-faced man struck suddenly, slapping Fang Qingzhu to the ground, grinding his teeth, "You wretched woman, you dare to hit me? You ungrateful thing, I wanted to be gentle, but since you're asking for it, I'll force myself on you!"

Niu Dali stepped forward to shield Fang Qingzhu, speaking sternly, "Mate, what kind of skill is it to bully a woman? If you have the guts, come at me!"

"Who do you think you are? Dare to mess with my fun?"

The scar-faced man glared at Niu Dali with his bloodshot eyes, snorted coldly, and the evil qi surged towards him like a wind, "Step aside if you know what's good for you, or I'll throw you into the Lava Lake as well!"

"Let's see if you've got the ability!"

"You're seeking death!"

With a low roar from the scar-faced man, a violent wind whipped up around him as he threw a heavy punch.

Niu Dali snorted coldly, the longsword on his back slashing horizontally.

Boom!

As the iron fist collided with the longsword, a gust of wind erupted, and Niu Dali stumbled back several meters, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

The scar-faced man looked at him with a cold smile, taunting, "That little skill and thinking of being a hero? Wait until I've thrown you into the Lava Lake, then I'll have my fun with this beauty..."

However...

Just as the scar-faced man was about to make his move.

Suddenly, the calm Lava Lake exploded with a boom, a giant pillar of fire shooting up.

Then a second, a third...

Countless pillars of fire soared into the sky like dragons leaving their nest, causing the entire Lava Lake to boil over, with searing magma splashing everywhere, burning and melting the ground upon landing.

An incredibly terrifying Sword Intent soared up from beneath the magma.

Under the influence of this formidable Sword Intent, every sword monument within the Sword Tomb shone brightly, and from within them echoed the hum of swords.

Hum!

Humming...

The sounds of swords ringing like a dragon's roar reverberated throughout the vast Sword Tomb.

All the swords were chiming in unison!

Swish!

A hundred-meter-tall column of magma burst forth, and as the fiery molten lava fell, a figure shrouded in a blood-colored glow appeared before everyone. He leaped gracefully down from the air and landed on the ground.

The red glow was absorbed into the blood-red longsword in his hand, revealing his true face—it was Xiao Yi, who had just jumped into the Lava Lake!

"Xiao Yi? I knew you were alright!" Fang Qingzhu, disregarding the severe pain on her face, was ecstatic.

Niu Dali was also dumbfounded, "Sheesh! He's not dead?"

"Damn, he survived jumping into the Lava Lake? Wait, look at the sword in his hands..."

"Could that be a fifth-grade Yuan weapon?"

Xiao Yi, however, paid no attention to the shouts of astonishment from everyone. His gaze locked first and foremost on the red slap mark on Fang Qingzhu's face, his eyes suddenly turning ice-cold. With a flicker, he helped Fang Qingzhu up, his eyes filled with repressed anger and undisguised concern, "Who did this?"

Niu Dali wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, unable to hide the shock in his eyes, he pointed at Scarface and shouted, "This bastard is the one who hit me!"

Xiao Yi's icy gaze turned toward Scarface.

However, Scarface's eyes were shining, seemingly indifferent to Xiao Yi's frosty stare, fixated on the blood-red longsword in his hand, "Is this the sword you retrieved from under the lava? Hahaha, I'll take this sword!"

Whoosh!

Scarface's palm shot forward, grasping for the longsword in Xiao Yi's hand with the swiftness of a hawk snatching a rabbit.

"Seeking death!"

Xiao Yi's face was expressionless as he swiftly drew his longsword, a fiery red sword light flashed past, plunging into Scarface's body. Scarface's speed plummeted, and he thudded to his knees, eyes fixated on Xiao Yi, "Such, such a fast sword..."

Spurt!

A jet of blood sprayed out wildly.

Scarface's head soared high into the air, and a fountain-like gush of blood spurted from the severed neck.

Hiss!

The onlookers all gasped in astonishment.

This Scarface was in the Sixth Layer of Divine Skill Realm, yet he couldn't even take a single sword strike from Xiao Yi?

"That, that sword is a fifth-grade Yuan weapon!"

"Right, it must be a fifth-grade Yuan weapon, otherwise how could he, with just the strength of the First Layer of the Divine Passage Realm, so easily kill a strong man from the Sixth Layer of the Divine Passage Realm?"

"Quick, grab it!"

The horde of strong men all stepped forward, their eyes blazing with heat and greed as they looked at the longsword in Xiao Yi's hand, "Boy, hand over that famous sword and spare yourself!"

"If you remain stubborn, you and your companion will both die!"

Surrounding Xiao Yi were no less than a hundred strong men, among whom the strongest was a Seventh Layer powerhouse from the Yan Family of the royal capital, Yan Ying. Yan Ying's face was colored with greed, staring intently at the blood-red longsword in Xiao Yi's hand, "I am Yan Ying from the royal capital's Yan Family. Offer up the famous sword to me, and I'll spare your life!"

Xiao Yi looked coldly at the hundred or so men in front of him, with even more strong men watching silently around them.

If he lacked the strength to keep this sword.

The onlooking strong men would certainly swarm like hungry wolves.

Fang Qingzhu remained silent, holding the Purple Cloud Whip, standing by his side.

Niu Dali hesitated for a moment, sighed lightly and also stood shoulder to shoulder with him, looking at Xiao Yi askance, "Don't look at me like that. I'm just honoring a bet! Since you've earned this famous sword's recognition, from now on, you're my brother. How can a younger brother stand by and watch you get mobbed?"

Even with Fang Qingzhu and Niu Dali's help, they were still three against a hundred.

Completely at a disadvantage!

Yan Ying sneered ominously, "Are you still not ready to give me the famous sword?"

"Enough with the nonsense. The sword is in my hand, if you have the guts, come and take it!" Xiao Yi said coldly.

"Seeking death!"

Yan Ying's eyes turned fierce, and he suddenly vanished from the spot, appearing in front of Xiao Yi with a whoosh. Clutching a third-grade Yuan longsword with a silvery gleam and dragon patterns coiling around it, he proclaimed, "According to the Pavilion, Listen to the Rain and Wind!"

Rustle rustle!

The sword chant sounded as if a sudden rainstorm was descending, straining straight for Xiao Yi's heart.

Faced with such a cunning thrust, Xiao Yi showed no expression as the power of Sword Intent enveloped him. The invisible and intangible force of Sword Intent was terrifying. As it surged, Yan Ying's body shook, feeling as if the man before him had transformed into an invincible sword sovereign!

Unmatched!

"Not good..."

It was this moment of distraction that allowed Yan Ying to regain his senses, his pupils constricting as he felt the aura of death envelop him.

Thud!

A sword stroke passed.

Yan Ying screamed as Xiao Yi cleaved him in two!

The astonishing Sword Intent soared into the heavens, causing all swords within the Sword Tomb to resonate in unison.

Xiao Yi stood like a king among swords, stepping on Yan Ying's corpse, and looked coldly at the crowd, "Who else?"