Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi

Chapter 124 Dare to Fight?

"Jiang Shanhe, I'm here!"

Xiao Yi's voice, like rolling thunder, echoed across the skies above the Royal Martial Arts Academy.

Clang!

The tightly closed doors of the grand hall burst open.

There stood Jiang Shanhe, who had brought with him a luxurious chair, sitting on it with all the grandeur of a king.

Jiang Shanhe glanced at the huge tombstone and the river of blood and corpses that stretched across the entire staircase, his pupils violently contracting.

He had seen the battle earlier from the shadows, clear as day.

If before...

He had broken through to the Tenth Layer of the Golden Core Realm, holding a seventy percent certainty of defeating Xiao Yi.

But now...

Jiang Shanhe only held a fifty percent certainty.

However.

He was not the least bit panicked.

Jiang Shanhe confidently smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to really make it here!"

Xiao Yi asked, "Where are they?"

"Don't rush!"

Jiang Shanhe smiled and gently clapped his hands.

Boom boom boom!

A series of loud noises came from inside the grand hall, as six prison carts were slowly pushed out.

Each prison cart was jet-black, made of Xuanming iron, exceptionally sturdy—so much so that a Golden Core Realm expert trapped inside would find it difficult to escape.

At each corner of the prison cart, there was a strong guard standing watch.

The moment Xiao Yi saw the prison carts, his eyes turned completely blood-red, his breathing rapid and heavy.

His fists clenched tightly, the bones cracking, his muscles and veins pulsing wildly.

The flames of his rage seemed almost tangible.

Within the prison carts...

Fang Qingzhu, Niu Dali, and the four brothers of the Shi Family were all trapped inside.

On both sides of each person's shoulders, they were pierced through by pipa locks, as thick as an adult's forearm, brutally penetrating their shoulders. The blood had already dried up, turning into dark red scabs, and the other end of the pipa locks was connected to the wheels of the carts.

Every time the wheels rolled, they dragged at their wounds.

Each rotation of the wheels was a heart-wrenching, agonizing pain for them.

Apart from the pipa locks.

The prison cart also had sharp spikes pointing toward their bodies. Even a slight heave of the chest during breathing would cause their flesh to be pierced by the spikes, leaving no part of their body unscathed.

"Xiao, Xiao Yi..."

Fang Qingzhu saw Xiao Yi, guilt filling her eyes, and with a hoarse voice, she shouted with the last of her strength, "Go... Xiao Yi, leave quickly..."

Niu Dali just looked up, only for several spikes to pierce through his neck, blood gushing out, as he hysterically roared, "Boss, get out of here... Zhou Yuan has already broken through to the Tao Tribulation Realm, run..."

"Get out..."

"Go..."

Whether it was Fang Qingzhu, Niu Dali, or the four brothers of the Shi Family, they all used every ounce of their strength to urge Xiao Yi to leave.

"Too noisy!"

Jiang Shanhe dug at his ear, saying impatiently.

The strong guards surrounding the prison carts acted at the same time, lifting the carts and violently kicking the wheels.

Clang clang clang...

The wheels spun rapidly, making the chains of the pipa locks clank, cruelly tearing open their wounds once again.

Blood gushed forth like a fountain.

The pain caused them to faint, only to be awoken again by the excruciating agony.

Xiao Yi's heart bled!

He watched helplessly as Fang Qingzhu and the others were tortured inhumanely before him.

His eyes deep red, he exclaimed, "Jiang Shanhe, if you've got the guts, come at me. What kind of man does this?"

"The victor becomes king, the defeated an outlaw; as long as victory is achieved, any means is fair game, isn't it?"

Jiang Shanhe casually waved his hand, and the people placed the prison carts down, yet their blades rested on the necks of Fang Qingzhu and the others.

Jiang Shanhe took out an incense burner.

He lit a stick of incense.

Wearing a brilliant smile on his face, he stood up while twisting his neck and stretching his limbs, speaking indifferently, "Xiao Yi, you want to save them, don't you? Come, let's battle. If you can defeat me within the time it takes for this incense stick to burn, I will spare them. Of course, if you lose, not only will you die, but they will have to accompany you in death."

"Fine!"

Xiao Yi said in a deep voice.

With his current strength, slaying Jiang Shanhe was nothing more than a trivial task.

However...

Jiang Shanhe, however, shook his head with a smile and said, "I haven't finished speaking! The Fire Qilin Sword in your hand is a fifth-grade prime weapon, which would be a huge unfair advantage against me."

"What do you want?" Xiao Yi frowned and asked.

Jiang Shanhe threw out a wooden sword, smiling, "Use it to fight me!"

As he said this,

he pulled out the black Coiling Dragon Spear in his hand, which turned out to be a fifth-grade Yuan weapon.

Inside the prison cart, Niu Dali endured the acute pain and roared angrily, "Damn it, Jiang Shanhe, can you be any more shameless? You let the boss use a piece of wood as a weapon, while you arm yourself with a fifth-grade Yuan weapon?"

"Did I allow you to speak? Slap him!" Jiang Shanhe said indifferently.

The guard next to Niu Dali's prison cart immediately made his move.

Slap slap slap!

A series of consecutive slaps rendered Niu Dali unconscious.

Jiang Shanhe made a welcoming gesture, "Do you dare to fight?"

Whoosh!

Xiao Yi took a deep breath and exhaled turbid air, planting the Fire Qilin Sword into the ground and picking up the wooden sword on the ground.

The wooden sword was exceptionally light, covered with cracks.

It seemed as if it could split apart at any moment.

Jiang Shanhe revealed a cold smile of conspiracy succeeded; with a leap, he instantly arrived in front of Xiao Yi. However, he did not close in, even though Xiao Yi had discarded the Fire Qilin Sword. He still maintained the most cautious approach, leveraging the Black Coiling Dragon Spear's advantage of an inch longer being an inch stronger, keeping as much distance between them as possible.

The black spear was like an angry dragon emerging from the sea.

The dark gleam skimmed just above the ground, sending dust whirling in its wake, the ground itself being peeled away layer by thick layer.

This dust, under the power of Yuan energy, aggregated into a mass, forming a rolling, surging wave of soil.

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Sharp spear gleams hid within the soil wave.

Xiao Yi kept retreating, avoiding the rolling waves of soil, relying on the advantage of his movement technique to thwart Jiang Shanhe's several attacks.

Jiang Shanhe huffed angrily.

The strong men guarding the prison cart raised it up and kicked at the wheels fiercely.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The wheels tumbled violently, pulling on the pipa locks, making Niu Dali and the others scream in pain, but Fang Qingzhu kept biting her lips, her pale pretty face completely contorted with pain, yet she resolutely refrained from letting out even a single cry of pain.

She was afraid her screams would disturb Xiao Yi's mind.

"Jiang! Shan! He!"

Xiao Yi bellowed with a heart-wrenching howl.

His heart was bleeding!

"Shout! The louder you scream, the angrier you get, the more excited I become! Hahaha..."

Jiang Shanhe laughed with arrogance, having captured Fang Qingzhu and the others exactly for this moment, right?

To make Xiao Yi hesitate, to disrupt his mind.

In the battle between masters, victory often hinges on a single thought.

As long as he affected Xiao Yi's mind, in a battle where the combatants were equally matched, the scales of victory would naturally tip in his favor!

However...

Jiang Shanhe had calculated everything but had never anticipated that Xiao Yi had inherited the legacy of the Sword Demon Dugu.

The Sword Demon Dugu had practiced sword all his life.

By his late years, he had already reached a realm comparable to the third stage of Sword Intent, where one is at unity with the sword—anything could become a sword!

"Demon Dragon Creates Havoc in the Sea!"

Yuan energy vast as misty waves surrounded Jiang Shanhe. The Black Coiling Dragon Spear in his hand seemed to merge with his body. With a whoosh, the spear tore through the Yuan energy mist in front of him. With a resounding boom, the spear, carrying a terrifying destructive force, thrust straight towards Xiao Yi's heart.

Xiao Yi faced forward, holding up the wooden sword.

Jiang Shanhe burst into laughter, "Idiot, the thing in your hand is not a fifth-grade Yuan weapon; it's just a wooden sword. You think you can block my attack?"

"Who said a wooden sword can't stop you?"

Xiao Yi suddenly smiled coldly, his face full of mockery.

"Huh?"

Jiang Shanhe was taken aback, but that wooden sword didn't try to counter the spear head-on and instead lightly tapped the spear's body. Using the recoil, Xiao Yi soared into the air, stepping on the spear and moving as fast as the wind.

In the blink of an eye.

Xiao Yi had already appeared in front of Jiang Shanhe, their faces almost touching.

"Not good..."

Jiang Shanhe's expression changed dramatically. In his pupils, the wooden sword, which could shatter at any moment, transformed into a deadly blade that grew larger and larger as it aimed for the center of his forehead.

A sense of death instantly enveloped him.

Like limitless darkness, it brought him despair and the sense of death.

Just at this critical moment...

Jiang Shanhe suddenly let out a roar, "Act now, or I'll be dead for sure!"

"Huh?"

Xiao Yi's pupils dilated, and from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a silver gleam piercing through the air.

But it was too late to dodge, and with a muffled thud, Xiao Yi's shoulder erupted in a burst of blood, his figure staggering and falling to the ground…