Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi
Chapter 844 - 842 Po Jun Attacks

Lingchi!

When these two characters appeared in the sky above the martial arts arena, all the strong ones present were utterly baffled.

"What? Xiao intends to execute him by lingchi? Isn't this Baiyu's genius? Is he planning to completely fall out with Baiyu?"

"Has he gone mad?"

Ye Qingyu, fixed on the cross, was also utterly baffled, his pale face showing an incredulous expression as he roared, "Xiao Yi, are you serious? I am a disciple of Baiyu. If you dare hurt a single hair on my head, Baiyu will not let you off. You…"

Nantian Ao and Qiu Yiyun exchanged glances, both seeing a trace of solemnity in each other's eyes, "It seems Xiao Yi is serious this time!"

Nantian Ao nodded, "Now this will be a spectacle."

Qiu Yiyun, delighting in the disaster, said, "Xiao Yi has always had it easy and now thinks he's above everyone else. Not only has he offended us, but now he's even falling out with Baiyu. I'd like to see how he handles this!"

In the martial arts arena.

Xiao Yi hovered in the air, unperturbed by the low whispers and discussions, his face expressionless as he watched Ye Qingyu bellow hysterically, "Hurting my brother was enough to condemn you to death. As for Baiyu… even if the King of Heaven himself came today, he wouldn't be able to save you!"

A trace of fear flickered in Ye Qingyu's reddened eyes, sensing Xiao Yi's cold killing intent, he quickly shouted, "Xiao, Xiao Yi, if you let me go, I swear I won't trouble you again. I, I…"

"Sorry, it's too late!"

As the words fell,

Xiao Yi flicked his finger, and a silver dagger, imbued with innate power, flew out like a butterfly, fluttering around Ye Qingyu.

Puff!

Puff!

Puff...

The dagger sliced Ye Qingyu's body repeatedly, cutting off strips of bloody flesh.

Pain!

Despair!

Death ...

All transformed into heart-wrenching pain, tormenting Ye Qingyu.

He let out bouts of screams and hysterical wails, "Xiao Yi, you won't die a good death…"

"You dare do this to me, Baiyu won't let you off…"

"Xiao Yi, spare my life…"

"I won't dare again…"

As the dagger cut piece after piece of flesh from his body, the bone-deep excruciating pain made Ye Qingyu's cries shift from initial threats to desperate pleas, until his voice grew faint, and the last stab pierced his heart, Ye Qingyu lost all signs of life.

Looking at Ye Qingyu's nearly stripped body, reduced to a bloody skeleton.

Inside and outside the entire martial arts arena, silence reigned.

Under the warm sun, a breeze blew.

Raising a cloud of dust.

Everyone seemed as if they were under a Paralysis Spell, standing in their spots, staring agape at the scene before them.

Gulp!

It was not until the sound of swallowing broke the silence, followed by a series of gasps and incredulous murmurs, "I didn't think he would dare to do this…"

"Better to offend King Yama than to provoke Director Xiao!"

The people looking at Xiao Yi now had even more reverence in their eyes.

Of course…

The disciples of Xiaoshanhe Institute, their faces filled with excitement and fervor, stared at Xiao Yi as if they wanted to melt him with their intense gaze.

Ye Heng clenched his fists tightly, his heart filled with surging passion, "This is our master, who will never let anyone hurt us even by a single hair!"

"Our master is our greatest support!"

This lingering execution not only completely intimidated everyone present, but also united the members of Xiaoshanhe Institute more than ever.

Watching the Xiaoshanhe disciples whose eyes shone brightly, and Ling Sanxiao and other disciples who had passed the assessment, their eyes were more dazzling and spirited than before. Xiao Yi's protectiveness made them even more grateful to be a part of Xiaoshanhe Institute!

On the high platform.

Bai Fa Sword Emperor, wearing a cold smile, looked at Qiu Yiyun beside him and taunted, "Some people earlier thought that the headmaster couldn't save Little Lin, what do you have to say now?"

"..."

Qiu Yiyun's face turned ashen.

Just as Bai Fa Sword Emperor was about to speak, a cold voice suddenly came down from the sky, "Which one is Xiao Yi? Come out and greet me at once!"

Boom!

The voice thundered like thunder.

It sounded deafeningly between heaven and earth.

Hiss!

Numerous experts inside and outside the martial arts arena all looked up, only to see figures gradually appearing in the eastern sky, merging into a bloody cloud.

A chilling murderous aura, carrying terrifying blood fluctuations, appeared within the blood cloud.

"Who dares to be so bold and reckless in my Xiaoshanhe Institute? Come down here!" Suddenly, from within the crowd, Ye Heng's roar echoed as he leapt up, his body shimmering with golden light.

Roar!

A massive golden ape Mara appeared behind him.

The Mara stood proudly between heaven and earth.

With a push of its legs, it shot upwards like an arrow.

The huge iron fist was surrounded by circles of golden light, layer upon layer, transforming the entire arm into a golden blur. With a loud bang, the golden fist light fiercely smashed onto the blood cloud.

Boom!

Terrifying energy fluctuations instantly transformed into spatial ripples, spreading in all directions.

For a moment, it stirred up gales of wind, flying sand and stones, and swaying trees, uprooting them.

"Is this the Battle War Holy Body? To be able to unleash such terrifying combat power?"

"Who knows what kind of person is inside that blood cloud, daring to provoke Xiaoshanhe Institute at this time?"

Amid the murmuring of the crowd.

A cold laugh suddenly emerged from the blood cloud, "Mere child's play, showing such incompetence? Let your master, Xiao Yi, come and face me himself!"

As the words fell.

The blood cloud writhed madly, transforming into a gigantic hand.

The bloody giant hand was like a palm that could cover the sky.

On the massive palm were ferocious patterns, interweaving into a bloodthirsty demon. With a slap of the giant palm, accompanied by a loud bang, the golden ape Mara's arms shattered.

A muffled grunt came from Ye Heng.

The Martial Dao Mara turned into golden light spots and dissipated into his body. Ye Heng screamed as he fell, while in the blood cloud, countless bloody lights crazily converged, forming a blood-colored spear. A cold voice also came from within the blood cloud, "Xiao Yi, watch as your disciple dies right before your eyes!"

Swish!

The blood-colored spear tore through the air, appearing in front of Ye Heng in an instant.

Just as it was about to pierce his heart.

At that moment...

A figure appeared in front of Ye Heng, a pale palm reached out in the air, grasping the blood-colored spear, and a cold voice from Xiao Yi issued forth, "To strike a junior like this, Po Jun, don't you find it shameful?"