Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi-Chapter 1157 - 1143: Who Dares to Touch My Woman!

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Chapter 1157: Chapter 1143: Who Dares to Touch My Woman!

Only to see Chen Longxiang stride forward and block Fang Ru before me, heading directly to the main seat on the left side of the hall, where he boldly sat down.

Chen Longxiang raised his head proudly, looking at Fang Ru with a provocative glint in his eyes. He gestured to the side chair, saying, "I have never liked being beneath others. Fang Ru, you can sit over there instead!"

The casual demeanor.

The arrogant, commanding tone.

Frost seemed to form over Fang Ru’s face.

A noble lord of the Holy Land Baiyu Capital, and the father of Fang Qingzhu.

Yet, on his daughter’s wedding day, he was relegated to the side seat.

What a humiliation this was!

"What’s wrong? Do you have a problem with this?" Chen Longxiang frowned and said.

A gleam of icy sharpness flashed in Fang Ru’s eyes.

Just as he was about to speak.

Wu Qian stepped forward deferentially and said to Chen Longxiang, "Ancestor, the guests have all arrived, and the auspicious hour is near..."

"Didn’t you hear that the auspicious hour has come? Why are you still standing idly here? Must my seat summon you to sit?"

Chen Longxiang sat cross-legged in an overbearing manner, berating Fang Ru with undisguised contempt. He then nonchalantly turned to Wu Qian, saying, "Elder Wu, hurry and bring that vile woman Fang Qingzhu up here! Don’t let us miss the auspicious hour..."

As he spoke.

His gaze flickered toward Fang Ru, who silently took the side seat without a word. His smile grew more triumphant, more radiant.

Wu Qian hurriedly nodded and said, "This subordinate will immediately instruct Elder Jin to bring her!"

Mere moments later.

Jin Malun brought Fang Qingzhu into the grand hall.

Fang Qingzhu entered dressed in a fiery red wedding gown, elaborately adorned, her beauty radiant and breathtaking, like a celestial maiden from legend or a painted beauty that ensnares the gaze with just one look.

Even Chen Longxiang, who had only ever desired Fang Qingzhu for her unique physique, could not help but feel a moment of awe.

The crimson tongue licking his lips, Chen Longxiang’s face brimmed with mockery: "Pretending to be such a virtuous and resolute woman earlier, but now, knowing my status, isn’t it the same as willingly dressing up nicely? Hehe, for your sensibility’s sake, I’ll let you live... at least until I tire of you!"

Fang Ru lowered his gaze, remaining silent.

But upon closer observation, one could see that beneath his robe sleeve, his hand was clenched tightly at this moment.

Veins visibly bulged.

This was his biological daughter!

And now...

On her wedding day, she was dragged out like a prisoner, an unspeakable disgrace!

Jin Malun completely ignored Fang Ru and instead cupped his hands respectfully to Chen Longxiang: "Ancestor, the person has been brought!"

"Good!"

Chen Longxiang nodded with satisfaction, grinning in a way that exposed disturbingly pristine teeth. Turning slightly toward Fang Ru, he remarked, "Fang Lord, didn’t you once say your daughter was unwilling to marry me? But now it seems she’s more than eager to tie the knot—take a look at how splendidly she’s dressed..."

Before his words could end.

Fang Qingzhu’s frosty voice rang out, landing like an invisible slap across his face: "Dressing up because of you? Do you really think you’re worthy?"

"What?"

Caught off guard, Chen Longxiang’s smug expression instantly twisted into astonishment.

No sooner had he proudly delivered his boast than Fang Qingzhu repudiated him.

It was like taking several slaps to the face—waves of fiery sting spread across his cheeks.

Especially under the gaze of the surrounding crowd, whose derisive glances rooted him in agonizing awkwardness, as though he were choking on thorns and walking on needles.

Chen Longxiang’s expression grew abruptly dark, his eyes flashing with frigid malice as he fixed a deadly glare on Fang Qingzhu. His voice came out venomously, syllable by syllable: "Do you know what you’re saying?"

Fang Qingzhu raised her head to meet his gaze.

Facing Chen Longxiang’s devouring glare without a shred of fear, her tone carried both poise and overt disdain: "What’s wrong? Has Baiyu Capital’s esteemed first old ancestor suddenly gone deaf after seizing another body? I said, you’re unworthy of me dressing up—you hear that, don’t you?"

Boom!

The Taishi Chair beneath Chen Longxiang exploded violently.

His jet-black hair flew wildly despite the absence of wind.

His feral eyes burned coldly as he locked his gaze onto Fang Qingzhu. Through gritted teeth, he sneered: "Good, good... so you dare to say I’m unworthy... Well said, Fang Qingzhu... You’ve thoroughly angered me now..."

Whoosh!

In a flash, Chen Longxiang appeared right in front of Fang Qingzhu.

Without warning, he raised his right hand high.

And slapped her across the cheek.

The unexpected blow was too abrupt for even Fang Ru to react, and with a crisp "slap," Fang Qingzhu was sent tumbling to the ground. Her face flushed crimson, and blood oozed from the corner of her lips.

"Wretched woman, I’ll beat you to death..."

Contorted in fury, Chen Longxiang raised his hand again, intent on continuing his assault.

But Fang Ru had already regained his composure. In an instant, he was before Fang Qingzhu, his expression a cold mask as he hissed, "Chen Longxiang, this is too far!"

"What now? You want to stop me?" Chen Longxiang narrowed his eyes, his tone skeptical.

Fang Ru’s face betrayed no emotion as he replied, "Qingzhu is still my daughter..."

"Hmph!"

Chen Longxiang snorted derisively. Though he was unafraid of Fang Ru due to his ability to summon the sacred artifact, the price for using it prematurely was great—disproportionate for casual attacks. He sneered, replying, "Fine, this seat won’t strike her. But if this seat does something to others, surely you won’t intervene there?"

"What?"

Fang Ru froze, his face suddenly turning grim.

Chen Longxiang’s eerie grin fell upon Wu Qian.

Wu Qian, ever the sycophant, chuckled deferentially: "Rest assured, Ancestor. This subordinate has arranged everything in advance!"

Clap-clap!

Wu Qian clapped his hands twice.

From outside the hall.

Elder Lan strode in expressionlessly, leading Little Lin, Jin Yi, Da Heng, and Erha. Bound by the God-binding Locks—a series of wrought iron restraints forged from Forbidden God Iron—the shackle pierced straight through their shoulders, suppressing their cultivation.

The four were chained together with black chains that clinked ominously as they moved.

"Little Lin..."

Fang Qingzhu’s expression shifted dramatically upon seeing their pitiful state, her eyes instantly brimming with tears.

"Qingzhu..."

Little Lin barely uttered her name before Elder Lan ruthlessly kicked him to the ground. The force yanked his restraints taut, causing blood to spurt uncontrollably from the wound on his shoulders, contorting all their faces in sheer agony.

Elder Lan strutted up to Chen Longxiang and bowed respectfully, saying, "Ancestor, the people have been brought."

"Wise submission shows the makings of a true talent. You’ve done well!" Chen Longxiang laughed heartily, his smug gaze drifting toward Fang Ru’s visibly pained expression.

Fang Ru’s face darkened further, glaring at Elder Lan with guarded silence.

It was clear Elder Lan had betrayed him and pledged allegiance to Chen Longxiang.

At this moment, questioning him would only escalate the humiliation.

Elder Lan flashed a sycophantic grin: "It’s my honor to serve the Ancestor!"

"Excellent!"

Chen Longxiang nodded in approval, turning his attention to the crowd. He proclaimed cheerfully, "Ladies and gentlemen, today is this seat’s wedding day. To liven things up, this seat has prepared a little spectacle for your entertainment. Please enjoy..."

His voice fell.

In his hand appeared a black whip, covered in backward-facing barbs and razor-sharp blades. With a casual swing through the air, the whip emitted a piercing whistle, followed by a sharp crack as it lashed Little Lin.

Ow...

Little Lin screamed in agony, a strip of flesh torn from his body. His teeth gnashed in pain.

Chen Longxiang roared with laughter, repeatedly flicking the whip.

Snap-snap-snap!

The whip struck again and again, landing on Little Lin and the others.

Soon.

The four were covered in wounds, their bloodied forms exposed.

"Stop!"

Fang Qingzhu’s voice broke with grief as she positioned herself between Little Lin and the others, confronting Chen Longxiang with fury in her eyes: "Chen Longxiang, stop this now!"

Chen Longxiang sneered coldly, "And what are you? Stand aside, or I’ll beat you too!"

"Qingzhu, move away..."

"Qingzhu, you’re no match for him! Step back!"

Little Lin and Jin Yi pleaded in unison.

Despite their injuries, they could not bear to implicate Fang Qingzhu.

Fang Qingzhu clenched her lips and shook her head firmly: "No, I will not step away... You are brothers to Xiao Yi, which makes you my brothers too. Even if it costs me my life, I will protect you. Otherwise, how could I face Xiao Yi upon his return?"

"What a vile wench—still devoted to that wild spawn Xiao Yi even at this stage? Well, since you’re begging for death, I’ll oblige you and crush all of you to death together!"

Chen Longxiang’s fury soared.

Though he held no affection for Fang Qingzhu, his sole intent lay in exploiting her Ice Phoenix physique to reclaim his status as Saint Sovereign. But in his eyes, anyone fixated on her was his property.

Whoosh!

Chen Longxiang raised the black whip in his grasp high into the air. The chilling swish of its slicing whistle signified its descent upon Fang Qingzhu.

Fang Qingzhu closed her eyes in despair.

Bloodied Little Lin and his cohorts struggled desperately to shield her.

However, in the critical instant...

A cold voice suddenly reverberated from outside the hall, cutting through the tension like the crackling of Nine Heavens Divine Thunder. The figure that spoke carried an aura that shook the Holy Land Baiyu Capital to its core: "I dare anyone to lay a hand upon my woman!"

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