Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi
Chapter 913 - 911: What the Hell Does the Heavenly King Count For?

Above the imperial city.

The cold wind howls, blood rain drifts, and the air is filled with a thick, pungent stench of blood.

Xiao Yi stands in the air, holding an infant with one hand; the crying baby in his arms, who just lost its parents, now has its eyes closed.

Sleeping peacefully.

Two sets of long, dark eyelashes tremble lightly, with tear stains hanging on them, shining with a bloody light.

Xiao Yi looks expressionlessly at the three monks, Huijing.

These monks appear full of compassion, but through his eyes, he sees through all their disguises, like three demons clad in human skin. In their eyes, any existence that threatens their interests is a heretic demon.

The hypocrisy draped over these people is nauseating.

"Amitabha!"

Huizhen chants the Buddha's name, looking at Xiao Yi with a solemn expression, and says gravely, "Second Brother, this person disregards everything and does not respect the Buddhist Law. Please allow me to strike and slay this fiend!"

Even though Xiao Yi crushed Huiji, they only took him slightly more seriously.

Among the Tianshan Eight Monks.

Only Huiji and Huichun have reached the Earth Venerate Realm, but Huichun's Innate Divine Strength allows him to rival the Heavenly Honor.

Huiji is the weakest among them.

Huizhen is fully confident he can easily annihilate Huiji, naturally not taking Xiao Yi seriously.

Huijing squints, his wise Buddhist eyes flickering with light, his thoughts rapidly turning in his mind. Even now, he feels an indescribable sense of not being able to see through Xiao Yi.

As if a layer of dim fog enshrouds Xiao Yi.

Making it impossible to see his real strength.

"Let's not rush!"

Huijing shakes his head; his thoughts are extremely cautious, otherwise, he wouldn't be regarded as the brain of the Tianshan Eight Monks. His cold gaze sweeps over Yang Ling, who stands like a wooden man nearby, sneering sinisterly, "Fellow brothers, have you ever seen a dog-eat-dog scene?"

"Uh?"

"Dog-eat-dog?"

The three monks, including Huizhen, are startled, then look at Yang Ling and Xiao Yi, and burst into laughter, "That must be a very interesting scene, Second Brother, why not let these two dogs fight each other?"

Huijing casually waves his hand: "Kill him!"

Swoosh!

Yang Ling leaps up, instantly turning into a yellow streak of light shooting forth.

The dazzling yellow light maneuvers through the air, instantly appearing next to Xiao Yi. He raises his hand for a palm strike, while his left hand grasps in the void, condensing a beam of silver light into a blade of light.

Palm wind, light blade.

In an instant, they fill the space between heaven and earth.

Forming a dome in the sky, enveloping towards Xiao Yi.

The frenzied attack stirs up violent winds, booming sounds echoing across the heavens and earth, with violent energy sweeping everywhere. Within a thousand miles, the winds howl, and clouds gather towards him.

Buzz!

A golden light bursts from his body, the Martial Tao Skill of Yang Ling.

With the power of the Human Venerate Realm enhancing it.

The Martial Dao Fasxiang grows immensely.

Buzz!

The Martial Dao Fasxiang merges into his assault, carrying the force to annihilate heaven and earth, pressing down like Tianshan collapsing on top of Xiao Yi's head. With a loud bang, a terrifying dazzling energy sphere rises from the ground.

The energy sphere, hundreds of meters high, is filled with destructive power.

If this sphere were to hit the imperial city, it could completely flatten it.

Huizhen nods, "Second Brother, this dog is not weak!"

"Indeed, he has some capability, I wonder if Xiao Yi can withstand it…"

Huijing gently shakes his head, his eyes flashing with sharp fierceness, saying solemnly: "He's fine!"

The moment the words fell.

A sudden burst of wind appeared out of nowhere, pushing the orb into the sky ten thousand feet high, where it exploded with a bang. And at the site of the fierce battle between Xiao Yi and Yang Ling, Xiao Yi emerged unscathed and spotless.

In contrast to Yang Ling...

He was now being held by Xiao Yi like picking up a small dog, clutching his neck, having already lost the strength to fight again.

"Indeed!"

Huijing sighed inwardly. He had not really hoped that Yang Ling could kill Xiao Yi, but merely wanted to test Xiao Yi's true strength. What he hadn't expected was that Xiao Yi would remain unharmed under Yang Ling's frenzied attack and even capture Yang Ling without harm.

Clap clap clap!

Huijing lightly clapped his hands, the crisp sound of the clap was somehow unnerving, and he smiled with a sinister curve on the corners of his mouth, saying, "Indeed, you have some skill, but if you think this is over, you're celebrating too early!"

"Hmm?"

Xiao Yi was startled, suddenly feeling Yang Ling in his hand convulsing violently.

His limbs were entangling Xiao Yi like an octopus, clinging desperately.

Shhh!

Crack!

Crackling!

Bursts of energy arcs traveled, making Yang Ling's body suddenly swell, controlling him to self-destruct!

"Run, hurry..."

Yang Ling's consciousness was roaring, his eyes already blood-red, but unfortunately, his voice couldn't reach Xiao Yi's ears.

Only the wildly uncontrollable energy inside his body continued to rampage,

And his face had become hideously distorted.

Huijing let out loud laughter, a look of mockery on his face: "Earlier, you subdued him unscathed, but now, can you still save him? You now have two choices, either watch him explode with you, both perishing together. Or kill him directly, as long as you kill him, you won't suffer the impact of the self-destruction. What will you choose?"

"Hahaha, I bet he will definitely kill Yang Ling!"

"A fellow daoist should not die for another's poverty!"

"Amitabha, this is his companion, can he really go through with it?"

The three Huijing were provoking Xiao Yi with their words.

Yang Ling's internal energy had become extremely chaotic, his body expanded several times, and this internal energy rampage brought Yang Ling's consciousness back to his body.

However...

Even with Yang Ling's consciousness returning to his body, he was still unable to stop the rampaging energy. His eyes were blood-red as he hysterically shouted, "Kill me, Xiao Yi, quickly kill me..."

"Xiao Yi, did you hear Yang Ling's words? Aren't you going to kill him?" Huijing spoke sinisterly, his voice carrying a magic power, capable of bewildering those of weak will.

Yang Ling pleaded desperately, "Xiao Yi... I slaughtered millions in the imperial city, I can no longer face the ancestors of the Daqian Dynasty. You are the last hope of the Daqian Dynasty, I don't want to drag you down, kill me, quickly kill me..."

Huizhen clasped his hands together, smilingly said: "Xiao Yi, aren't you going to act?"

"You can't save him, if you don't kill him, you'll perish together!"

"Shut up!"

Xiao Yi, who had been silent, suddenly spoke up, a thunderous roar turned into a tangible sound wave impacting violently on Huizhen. With a cry of agony, Huizhen was knocked back, blood spouting from his mouth.

"This, this…"

Huizhen and the others were incredulous.

This was a power akin to a Heavenly Honor, yet Xiao Yi had injured him internally with just a roar?

Xiao Yi looked down at Yang Ling, his face calm: "If I don't let you die, then you won't die!"

"Xiao Yi, you are being too arrogant!"

"Even if the Heavenly King came, he couldn't save him…" Huizhen said through gritted teeth.

"Heavenly King? What does he count for?"

Xiao Yi sneered and shook his head, raising his hand over Yang Ling's head. With a grunt, the wildly expanding energy within Yang Ling, which had already gone berserk, disappeared in the blink of an eye...

What was once chaotic energy had returned to calm.

Xiao Yi casually handed a medicinal pill to Yang Ling, who had returned to normal, handed the baby in his arms to the still stunned Yang Ling, looked up at the dumbfounded three Huijing, and slowly said: "Now, it's your turn!"