Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi
Chapter 842 - 840 A Punch is Enough!

Yuelai Pavilion.

This was an unremarkable little tavern in the Imperial City, frequented generally by penniless travelers seeking refuge.

As a measure to conceal his presence, Ye Qingyu had secretly taken Little Lin to hide here.

"Why has there been no word from that useless Jin Buhuan? Could it be that Xiao Yi has already compromised?" Ye Qingyu sat on the Taishi Chair, his legs crossed, an evil gleam in his eyes as he scanned the corner where Tong Zhan and Little Lin had been bound, their cultivation sealed.

Little Lin was covered in blood, barely clinging to life.

Tied to a rack.

Beneath the rack was an iron bowl, the ticking sound resulting from the blood dripping from Little Lin's chest where a scale had been gouged out. Given the bloodstains around the edges of the bowl, it was clearly not the first bowlful!

"Oh, filled up again?"

Ye Qingyu came forward with a smirk, picked up the bowl, and downed its contents in one gulp, immediately causing a red light to surge through his body.

A series of cracking sounds came from his body.

With his crimson tongue licking his lips, Ye Qingyu looked at Little Lin with a face full of greed and let out a sinister laugh, "Xiao Yi really is a waste, having such a treasure as you, a being full of valuables. Instead of using you as a mobile elixir, he treats you like a brother."

Little Lin was an Ancient Sky-Devouring Dragon!

Now merely in his juvenile phase, should he reach adulthood, he might even devour the heavens and the earth, swallow the sun, the moon, and the stars.

Indeed, Little Lin's whole body was a treasure!

His blood was comparable to precious elixirs of immortality. Even the strong within the Longevity Secret Realm, upon consumption, could fortify their flesh and congeal innate divine power with significant benefits.

Ye Qingyu had inadvertently discovered the effects of Little Lin's blood during the extraction of the scales. This was already the eighth bowl of blood he had consumed today.

"I now somewhat regret the idea of killing you! Merely eight bowls of your blood equate to a year of my arduous cultivation!" Ye Qingyu chuckled sinisterly, placing the bowl back under Little Lin. Seeing that the dripping blood was too slow, he reached out and grabbed Little Lin's body.

Roar!

The nearly lifeless Little Lin stiffened and suddenly opened his half-closed eyes, which burst forth with despair and hatred, screaming hysterically, "Ye Qingyu, you will not die a good death, my boss will not let you go..."

"Humph, Xiao Yi? You dare threaten me with him?"

Ye Qingyu snorted coldly, his thumb 'plop' into Little Lin's wound, and savagely twisted, brutally tearing the wound open.

Blood gushed out like a small spring.

Roar...

Little Lin convulsed and let out a series of screams.

Ye Qingyu withdrew his hand, his crimson tongue licking the blood stained on his palm, his face full of triumph, "Your revered Xiao Yi is already in no position to protect himself, yet you think he'll avenge you? Hahaha, keep calling him out, let's see if you can bring him here…"

Right at this moment.

Suddenly, a roar infused with boundless rage and murderous intent came from the void, "Ye Qingyu, you're fucking seeking death!"

Boom!

The entire Yuelai Pavilion violently quaked, and its buildings collapsed thunderously.

Countless figures, wrapped in spiritual power, flew out from the ruins and landed in the distance, their faces in dismay as they stared at the now-flattened Yuelai Pavilion, "What the fuck just happened? Who dares to cause such chaos in the Imperial City?"

"That, that seems to be our Daqian Dynasty's Xiao Yi!"

"Xiao Zhenguo? He is our Daqian Dynasty's guardian deity. Since he has appeared here, there must be some unforgivable villain…"

Among the debris.

Ye Qingyu, disheveled, also emerged, still clutching Little Lin, his eyes icy cold. He looked up at Xiao Yi, "I didn't expect you could find this place. Jin Buhuan really is useless!"

Xiao Yi's blood-red eyes fixed intently on Little Lin, who was in Ye Qingyu's grip.

Little Lin was at his last gasp.

Ye Qingyu's fingers were still inside his wound, blood rolling down along his fingers.

He didn't even have the strength to speak!

A vein throbbed on Xiao Yi's forehead, his eyes a blazing red, like two red lanterns, "Release Little Lin immediately, and I'll leave you a whole corpse!"

"Hmm?"

Ye Qingyu blinked then lifted Little Lin up, his face a mix of mockery and scorn, "You want me to release him? That's easy. Kneel down and beg me, and I'll let him go right away…"

"Boss… don't… don't worry about me…" Little Lin roared with the last of his strength.

With a whoosh!

Expending his last bit of energy, Little Lin fiercely twisted his head. Just as Xiao Yi had collapsed the Yuelai Pavilion, Little Lin had regained a bit of mobility. Caught off guard, Little Lin's sharp fangs pierced into Ye Qingyu's hand with a pop.

Ow!

Ye Qingyu let out a harsh scream and instinctively flung his hand away.

Whoosh!

Little Lin was thrown out by the force of the swing.

"Little Lin!"

Xiao Yi leaped forward, crossing through the space and securely caught Little Lin. He scanned Little Lin with his spiritual power; his condition was terrible, but fortunately, his life was not in danger for the time being.

"Boss…" Little Lin weakly muttered, feeling feeble throughout his body.

Xiao Yi rubbed his head. "Get some good sleep!"

"Okay!"

Little Lin let Xiao Yi carefully hold him, and he deeply fell asleep.

Xiao Yi then looked up at Ye Qingyu. "Ye Qingyu, I really didn't want to make things difficult for you considering Qingzhu, but you shouldn't have, under any circumstances, endangered my brother's life…"

"Hmph!"

Ye Qingyu scoffed, obviously not taking Xiao Yi's words to heart, "I am a prominent disciple of Baiyu. Why should I care about your opinions? Xiao Yi, this day next year will be your anniversary!"

"Idiot!"

Xiao Yi chuckled and shook his head. He could tell that Ye Qingyu had reached the Peak of Human Venerate Realm.

Considering that Ye Qingyu was from such a revered martial arts sanctuary as Baiyu, his fast progress was impressive but not unexpected to Xiao Yi.

Without sufficient power, Ye Qingyu wouldn't dare to seek trouble with him in the Southern State.

At that thought.

Xiao Yi calmly spoke, "One move!"

"Huh?"

Ye Qingyu was taken aback and frowned. "What do you mean?"

Xiao Yi rubbed his fists, creating crackling sounds. "Within one move, I'll send you to meet the King of Hell!"

"Ridiculous, who do you think you are? You…"

Ye Qingyu burst into fury, feeling profoundly humiliated by Xiao Yi's almost disdainful attitude. He roared, and an unmatched terrifying aura exploded from him. Innate power covered his body.

Snow drifted across the heaven and earth.

Ye Qingyu punched towards the sky, and instantly, the snowstorm intensified, condensing into several snow-capped mountains falling from the skies.

The mountains, blanketing the sky, left the distant onlookers in awe and fear. "Such terrifying skills, to conjure mountains out of thin air — can a human even achieve this?"

"Can Xiao Zhenguo match him?"

Amidst these exclamations.

Dozens of huge mountains had already descended, and at that moment, Xiao Yi finally made his move. He merely stood still in midair, an ordinary punch launched from his waist.

Boom!

That ordinary punch burst forth with a brilliance as intense as the blazing sun.

Invincible King Fist!

Undefeatable in any battle!

Boom!

With just one punch, the dozens of mountains shattered explosively, a silver punch light whooshing forward, engulfing Ye Qingyu. When everything had cleared, there was no more snow in the vacuum of space, only Ye Qingyu falling like a kite with a broken string.

Thud!

Ye Qingyu crashed harshly onto the ground, with Xiao Yi floating above, looking down at him. "I said, one punch is all it takes to deal with you!"

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