Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi

Chapter 122 Corpses for Graves, Bloodstains on the Epitaph!

Xiao Yi: "..."

He had seen shameless people, but he had never seen such shamelessness!

The surrounding onlookers were dumbfounded, as the image they had of the disciples from the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple crumbled completely. They had never expected that just a moment ago, this disciple appeared as if a living Buddha descended to Earth,

yet at this moment, he was so shameless.

What happened to the fearsome Great Demon?

What happened to converting with Buddhist Law?

In the blink of an eye, he became a favored child of destiny? This great monk who came to vanquish demons, he just recognized him as his master? Continue reading stories on empire

Within the crowd.

Jiang Tai was utterly dumbfounded: "Holy shit! Is this Dao Yun really so shameless?"

Gu Junhe glanced at him but replied nonchalantly, "Haven't you seen the true colors of those people from Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple? They go on and on about the boundlessness of the Buddhist Law, the salvation of all beings, staying detached from the world... but whenever there's a precious treasure to be found, are they ever not fighting and scrambling for it?"

Jiang Tai grunted and touched his nose: "Seems like it... "

He looked at Dao Yun with a strange expression.

Dao Yun lifted his head, brought his palms together in front of his chest, slightly tilted his head with a bloodied face, and forced a splendid smile, blinking as he said: "Master! Little Yunyun has long been displeased with the Royal Martial Arts Academy, please allow Little Yunyun to take the lead in storming through the gates of the Royal Martial Arts Academy!"

Xiao Yi felt his scalp tingle.

Little Yunyun?

Master?

Bang!

Xiao Yi, suppressing the urge to vomit, kicked Dao Yun flying: "Get the hell away from me…"

"As you wish, Master!"

Dao Yun soared into the sky like a runaway horse, and in the blink of an eye, he had vanished.

This damn guy has completely fled!

Xiao Yi's eyes twitched: "..."

He had never imagined that a disciple from the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple would turn out to be such a character.

Phew!

Xiao Yi looked up toward the Royal Martial Arts Academy, which was now faintly visible ahead: "There should be no one left to stop me now, right?"

As he had expected.

Along the way, Xiao Yi had slain Ninth Master and Feng Qingge one after another, and even trampled over the disciple Dao Yun. The news had already reached ahead, and the powerful figures who had been lying in wait had all withdrawn.

The path was clear and unobstructed, and he finally arrived at the outskirts of the Royal Martial Arts Academy.

Gazing at the high walls, grand courtyard, and descending stairway to the sky.

Xiao Yi let out a long breath of turbid air.

A few months ago.

The memories of his first visit to the Royal Martial Arts Academy returned to him, but back then Xiao Yi had come to take the assessment. Now, returning to the same place, he was here to destroy what the people of Tianqing Kingdom considered a martial sanctuary!

Rustle!

The moment Xiao Yi reached the gate, the strong within the Royal Martial Arts Academy had already been notified.

A horde of disciples swarmed out like a black tide, spreading out to both sides like a steel flood which surged from the gates and dispersed to the left and right.

They resembled two long snakes proceeding from both sides, encircling Xiao Yi in the middle.

The Royal Martial Arts Academy boasted over sixty thousand teachers and students, and excluding those in the Qi Gathering Realm from the lower academies, there were over thirteen thousand in the Shentong Realm and above.

At this moment, there were no fewer than four thousand gathered before him.

And on either side of that stairway, every step was flanked by two formidable figures, standing to the left and right.

The further towards the end of the stairway, the stronger their power.

"It seems the Royal Martial Arts Academy is well-prepared!"

"In five hundred years, this is the first time someone dares challenge the Royal Martial Arts Academy, they naturally can't tarnish their reputation!"

"Although Xiao Yi's power exceeds our expectations, he is still just one person after all... "

Amidst the chatter,

a middle-aged woman dressed in black emerged from the powerhouses of the Royal Martial Arts Academy. Her build was even more robust than many men, with muscles rippling across her frame and cold eyes resting on the giant boulder in Xiao Yi's hands. She frowned slightly, "Do you bring your own tombstone, knowing you're courting death?"

"This is prepared for you all!"

Xiao Yi shook his head, squinting, "Where is my wife and brothers?"

"Them? His Highness the Crown Prince has ordered that should you make it to the end of the stairway, you will naturally see them!"

The middle-aged woman pointed behind her to the dense crowd of strong individuals and scoffed, "But, I'm afraid you won't be seeing them!"

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Clang!

Xiao Yi transferred the huge rock to his left hand and, with the Fire Qilin Sword in his right, swept a blood-red sword rainbow across the sky, declaring coldly, "Whether you can see it or not, ask my sword in hand!"

The middle-aged woman shook her head, "You are deluded. Since you are so eager to meet death, I shall grant your wish!"

She raised her right hand high, "Offenders of the Royal Martial Arts Academy—shall be killed without mercy!"

Clang, clang!

The warriors of the Royal Martial Arts Academy encircling Xiao Yi, as well as those standing on the stairway to heaven, all drew their weapons in unison.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Cries of thunderous rage rolled like claps of thunder on a clear day.

"Kill!"

The middle-aged woman swung her arm fiercely, and a longsword materialized in her palm, shooting out like a silver serpent towards Xiao Yi. She was an elder of the Royal Martial Arts Academy, with the cultivation of the Fifth Layer of the Golden Core Realm, skilled in spear techniques, and held considerable prestige within the academy.

Whoosh!

The silver spear light sprawled across the void, twisting like a dragon emerging from the sea.

Her spear moved incredibly fast.

Surpassing the group of disciples from the Royal Martial Arts Academy who were rushing towards Xiao Yi, as the silver spear light approached, he lightly tapped forward with the Fire Qilin Sword in his hand, "Claiming lives!"

Ding!

A crisp sound, like the needle's point touching the wheat awn.

Where the tip of the sword met the tip of the spear, two waves of energy burst outward.

The force of the blast sent several of the nearby academy warriors flying, and Xiao Yi took the chance to spin, smashing the huge rock in his left hand through the air.

Boom!

The rock descended like a world-ending meteor.

Its speed and power were astonishingly terrifying!

Wherever the rock passed, it utterly crushed everything in its path.

"No..."

"Save me..."

One after another, the strong warriors of the Royal Martial Arts Academy faced the onslaught of the rock, their weapons shattering, their bodies pulverized into mush.

With each person he killed, Xiao Yi took a step forward.

One step, ten deaths.

What he left behind was a scattered field of corpses, and rivers of blood.

Ten.

A hundred.

A thousand...

Xiao Yi's body was completely drenched in blood, and the number of strong warriors dead by his hand had reached more than fifteen hundred.

He had almost wiped out half of those who had blocked the mountain gate; the nauseating stench of blood lingered in the air, suffocating.

"Solitary Nine Swords—Breaking Spear Skill!"

The angle of Xiao Yi's sword was exceedingly tricky. Using the sword's body and his own formidable strength, he deflected the middle-aged woman's spear. Burgeoning forward, he closed the distance between them and swept his sword, bisecting the woman.

"How is this possible..." The middle-aged woman's face was filled with bewilderment and despair.

Xiao Yi, with the giant rock in one hand and the blood-dripping sword in the other, stepped over the spread of corpses. His bloodied gaze swept across the group of powerhouses on the heavenly stairway, and his deep voice thundered like the roar of celestial thunder, "Today, I, Xiao Yi, shall cleanse the Royal Martial Arts Academy in blood. This will be your gravestone!"

Whoosh!

The Fire Qilin Sword in his hand burst forth with a blood-red sword light, carving on the boulder—HHere Lies the Royal Martial Arts Academy in bold characters!

The letters were deep, dark, and gloomy.

But Xiao Yi furiously swung the boulder down, smashing it mightily, the corpses becoming minced flesh embedded in the deep lettering.

Gradually, the dark lettering was filled in, cast in the fresh, bloody red flesh.

Xiao Yi looked towards the stairway to heaven,

Striding proudly.

In his wake...

Corpses for gravestones.

Blood for inscriptions!

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