Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi-Chapter 1199 - 1185: The One Who Deserves to Die Is You!

The might of this sword.

Spread throughout most of the Central Continent, countless powerful beings sensed the immense terror and destruction contained within this sword.

Within the Tongtian Sword Pavilion.

An ancient being slowly opened his eyes, his gaze seemed to hold the marks of timeless years, like two profound and unfathomable void abysses.

Just the eyes alone seemed to contain two deep and mysterious worlds.

"Qingping, take a trip to the Sumi Sword Sect!" the ancient being said lightly.

At his feet.

A dozing young man opened his eyes, but within his eye sockets were not eyeballs, rather, a vortex formed by Sword Qi.

He was neither of the Human Race nor of the demon race.

He was the Qingping Sword!

The natal Divine Weapon of the first Pavilion Master of the Tongtian Sword Pavilion.

Having developed intelligence, he transformed into a human form.

Qingping yawned and said nonchalantly, "Master, do you want me to slay that person?"

"Slay? You’re not his match!"

The ancient being said calmly, "He is a guest of honor for me, be courteous and bring the guest back properly!"

"Understood!"

Qingping nodded.

Swoosh!

Qingping transformed into a long rainbow and shot into the sky.

Within the eyes of the ancient existence, which seemed to encompass the sun and moon, a mysterious and witty expression played: "The second Holy Master of Nantian Sanctuary, the now Buddha King of Western State Buddhist Sect, the future son-in-law of Baiyu, backed by the ancient might of Kunpeng... It’s been many years since I’ve encountered such a little fellow..."

Meanwhile...

In the already collapsed ruins of the Sumi Sword Sect, a shocking sword light soared to the sky from the shattered ruins.

The sword light, like a giant pillar, directly connected heaven and earth.

Within the giant pillar of sword light.

Two figures swiftly approached like arrows leaving the bowstring, moving at an astonishing speed, appearing before Xiao Yi in an instant, facing him.

Ye Qiu’s face was full of ferocity and malice, gritting his teeth as he spoke to the white-haired elder beside him, carrying a heavy sword on his back: "Master, it’s this person who killed my father, and now he has destroyed my Sumi Sword Sect in one fell swoop. He doesn’t even regard you as his master, nor does he place any respect for the Tongtian Sword Pavilion..."

Ye Qiu knew very well his master, Taoist Xumi’s disposition.

In his heart, aside from the sword path.

Only the Tongtian Sword Pavilion was his weakness.

Ye Qiu directly accused Xiao Yi of provoking the prestige of the Tongtian Sword Pavilion, which Taoist Xumi absolutely could not tolerate.

As expected, as he predicted...

Taoist Xumi squinted his eyes, his white eyebrows slightly trembling, his eyes emitting a sharp glare like sword edges, staring intently at Xiao Yi: "Boy, who gave you the courage to dare to make trouble at my Sumi Sword Sect?"

Ye Qiu played the evil first, accusing: "Master, it was this brat who killed my father. I never thought he would be so bold, chasing me here, and even destroying our sect gate. His evil deeds are simply heinous, showing no respect for you or the Tongtian Sword Pavilion’s prestige!"

"Hmm?"

Taoist Xumi’s eyes opened in rage, his white hair moving without wind, the strands of hair refined like sword threads blooming endless sharpness in the void, staring hard at Xiao Yi, "Boy, you have gone too far!"

Xiao Yi stood in mid-air, raising an eyebrow, "You conclude it is my fault based on his one-sided story?"

Taoist Xumi snorted coldly: "Does it matter what’s right or wrong? Even if my disciple wanted to kill you first, it must mean you’ve deserved it..."

Whoosh!

Xiao Yi exhaled a long breath, said calmly: "I have no grievance with you, destroying your sect gate already makes me feel guilty. Now it seems you are no different, so I won’t have any psychological burden!"

"Hmph, it is rare that someone at your age could have such cultivation, but you are far too arrogant, not regarding the world. Today, I will teach you what it means as ’there’s always something beyond’..."

Taoist Xumi’s voice abruptly stopped as the heavy sword behind him unsheathed.

Clang!

The sound of the sword resonated like a dragon’s roar.

The heavy sword crossed the sky, as Taoist Xumi performed the Sword Control Technique, the heavy sword became incredibly agile, shooting through the void. Its speed was faster than lightning, and its movements were more nimble than a swift bird.

"Sword Control Technique?"

Xiao Yi’s sword-like brows moved slightly, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, "I’ve long heard that the Sword Control Technique of Tongtian Sword Pavilion is unparalleled in the world. Today, let me experience it and see how much of the Sword Control Technique essence you disciples from Tongtian Sword Pavilion have learned!"

His palm reached out into the air, grabbing towards the heavy sword.

However...

"Sword Division Style..."

Just as his palm was about to touch the heavy sword, Taoist Xumi driving the sword with the Sword Control Technique abruptly made it whirl away, then with a boom, it split into hundreds of sword shadows, like pouring rain, rushing towards Xiao Yi.

"Interesting!"

Xiao Yi flicked his finger.

Since the Red Sky Sword shattered in the Baiyu battle, he had not found a suitable weapon. He harnessed the power of heaven and earth around him, forming a transparent longsword.

"Slash!"

Today’s Xiao Yi had long reached the state where he could triumph without moves.

It seemed like a casual swing of the sword.

But it actually contained the purest true meaning of the sword path.

Around the transparent longsword, an eye could barely detect vortices emerged, rotating and generating an extremely strong devouring force. At the instant the heavy sword engaged with it, the vortices were like octopus tentacles, firmly sucking the heavy sword onto the longsword.

"Hmm?"

Taoist Xumi’s expression changed abruptly.

He found that his Sword Control Technique could not control the heavy sword!

"How is this possible?"

Taoist Xumi was full of shock, usually unaffected by heat or cold yet now dripped with cold sweat, with a hint of viciousness in his eyes, he bit his tongue sharply, spewing a mist of blood into the air, drawing with a finger dipped in blood mist, "Blood Sword Skill!"

Swish, swish, swish!

One drop of blood turned into countless tiny blades, speeding through the air, rushing straight at Xiao Yi.

"Petty tricks!"

Xiao Yi shook his head, having witnessed the Sword Control Technique, he had lost interest in this fight.

He pushed his palm horizontally.

An invisible high wall cut across the sky, smashing through all the blood swords with a loud explosion, crashing into Taoist Xumi. A scream echoed as Taoist Xumi fell from the sky, suppressed by Xiao Yi with one palm into the ground.

Xiao Yi’s mouth slightly curled upwards, looking at Ye Qiu’s stupefied face: "Your turn!"

"You, you, you..."

Ye Qiu’s face was full of terror.

Nobody expected that even someone as strong as Taoist Xumi couldn’t match Xiao Yi in a single move.

While Ye Qiu was trembling with fright.

He suddenly saw a long rainbow breaking through the sky, appearing before them in the blink of an eye.

Qingping’s figure gradually emerged.

He glanced at the ruins of the Sumi Sword Sect, slightly raised an eyebrow, about to speak, when he heard Ye Qiu exclaim with joy, "Lord Qingping? Wonderful, it must be that the Pavilion Master knew the Sumi Sword Sect faced great calamity and specifically sent Lord Qingping here to assist us. Lord Qingping, this brat is malevolent, destroyed my mountain gate, and insulted the Tongtian Sword Pavilion, please slay him, administer justice on the spot!"

Ye Qiu looked at Xiao Yi with excitement and arrogance, laughing heartily, "Lord Qingping’s descent must be to kill this heinous villain... You’re doomed, nobody can save you..."

However...

Just as Ye Qiu was getting excited.

The Qingping in front of him waved casually, and with a slap, knocked the proud Ye Qiu to the ground.

Ye Qiu, covering his face, looked at Qingping in disbelief: "Lord, Lord Qingping, you’ve made a mistake... You should be hitting that damned brat..."

Qingping cast him a cold glance, his eyes, born from a natal sacred weapon, were akin to an ordinary sacred weapon, making people dare not meet his gaze, and his icy voice with a metallic touch made Ye Qiu feel like falling into the Endless Hell: "He is the master’s honored guest, yet you let me kill him? It should be you who deserves to die..."

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