Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi

"What are you to order me around?"

Xiao Yi's face was thick with scorn as he looked at the incredulous Xiao Zhengde.

His eyes brimmed with icy mockery.

Huff! Huff!

Huff! Huff!

Xiao Zhengde gasped for breath, wiped the blood off his face, and glared furiously, "Scoundrel, you unfilial son. I am your father, if I say you live, you live, if I want you dead, you die. How dare you defy my orders? To kill Wu Qi in front of me?"

In Xiao Zhengde's opinion...

Xiao Yi would be moved to tears as soon as he allowed him to return to the Xiao Family.

He would immediately kneel on the ground, thankful for his forgiveness and recognition.

But...

He never imagined that Xiao Yi would not give him any face at all!

Xiao Zhengde felt as though his face burned, as if someone had viciously slapped him dozens of times, pointing his finger at Xiao Yi, he bellowed, "Kneel down and apologize to me right now, or you will never have my forgiveness in this lifetime, never think about returning to the Xiao Family!"

"Shut up!"

Xiao Yi roared in anger, stepping forward abruptly.

Boom!

With each step, the earth trembled.

The terrifying energy blast toppled Xiao Zhengde to the ground.

He looked at Xiao Yi with a face filled with terror, his complexion pale under the impact of that overwhelming murderous aura.

With eyes bloodshot as if stained with blood, Xiao Yi said emphatically, "Xiao Zhengde, how do you have the face to ask me to kneel to you? Since I became sensible, have you ever fulfilled a father's responsibilities even for one day?"

Boom!

Xiao Yi moved forward, and Xiao Zhengde, just managing to rise, stumbled back to the ground.

Xiao Yi said coldly, "When I was five, Xiao Tianjiao despised me for fearing my lack of talent would tarnish his reputation as a genius, and deliberately pushed me into the pond in the back garden. You stood by his side watching me struggle in the cold water, calling out 'father,' begging you to save me. Did you feel an ounce of pity? Did you ever consider me as your son then?"

The murderous aura intensified even more.

Xiao Zhengde was covered in a cold sweat.

Xiao Yi continued, "When I was eight, to prevent me from humiliating Xiao Tianjiao, you locked me in a courtyard, forbidding me from leaving or being visited. I knelt in the yard for three days and nights, pleading for you to let me out, to give me a chance to prove myself. Did you ever think then that you were my father?"

The murderous aura had now reached its zenith, with frost forming within a hundred yards around Xiao Yi.

The numerous strong individuals listening to his hysterical roar were all silent.

No one looked at Xiao Zhengde with any sympathy anymore.

"Three years ago, you finally let me go. I thought you were willing to give me a chance. But what happened? For the sake of breeding a mount for Xiao Tianjiao, you actually sent me to Nanhuang to be a son-in-law for the Fang Family. I only had one request, that I be allowed to pay tribute to my mother before I left; yet, you even stripped me of my right to honor her. Did you think then that you were my father?"

Xiao Yi's voice trembled with each step he took, pushing Xiao Zhengde's face paler, "All these years, I harbored hope time after time, and you crushed it time after time. You offered me no kinship, no affection, not even a shred of pity. Yet you dare to stand before me, brazenly demanding that I kneel and beg your forgiveness? And still, here you are, commanding me in the name of a father—what are you? Take a good look at yourself in the mirror, do you even deserve it?"

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Xiao Zhengde staggered backward three steps, his complexion shifting from pallid to green and back to pale before suddenly spewing a mouthful of fresh blood.

His eyes bore into Xiao Yi.

There was no regret, no shame, no guilt.

Only indifference and resentment remained.

"You unfilial son, you... you unfilial son..."

Xiao Zhengde's face became exceedingly grim as he glared, "The thing I regret most in my life is not following Tian'er's advice— I should have ignored your mother's objections and had you killed right from the start!"

"Don't you dare mention my mother in front of me; you're not worthy!"

Two beams of bloodlust burst forth from Xiao Yi's eyes.

The words "mother."

In his eyes, they had an extraordinary significance.

Always...

Within the entire Xiao Family, only his mother treated him as a human being, always caring for him, protecting him.

If it were not for his mother's desperate protection, Xiao Yi would have died at the hands of Xiao Tianjiao long ago.

In his heart...

His mother was supremely sacred, not to be desecrated!

When Xiao Zhengde uttered the words "mother," it was an insult in itself.

Xiao Yi, almost losing control, swung a slap towards Xiao Zhengde. With a boom, Xiao Zhengde was forcefully sent flying hundreds of meters. His body bounced off the ground like a ball, continuously striking and rebounding.

In the end, with a thunderous crash, he brutally smashed into the city wall.

Wow...

Xiao Zhengde spewed fresh blood, that slap having shattered half of his facial bones.

A look of horror surfaced on his swollen face.

At that moment...

He truly felt Xiao Yi's power and his unreserved killing intent towards him.

"Madman, you madman... do you really want to commit patricide?" Xiao Zhengde glared furiously, roaring with anger.

Xiao Yi's eyes were blood-red, and without a word, he pursued Xiao Zhengde with the Falling Dust Sword in hand.

"Fuck..."

Xiao Zhengde, his face full of terror, turned to run.

But how could his speed compare to Xiao Yi's?

Bang!

A kick landed fiercely on his back, flipping Xiao Zhengde face first to the ground, skidding for tens of meters.

Xiao Yi immediately appeared in front of him again.

"Don't..."

Just as Xiao Zhengde began to speak, Xiao Yi kicked fiercely again, flipping Xiao Zhengde over with a loud bang. This time it broke several of his ribs, causing Xiao Zhengde to howl in agony.

Clang clang clang!

Xiao Yi's Falling Dust Sword touched the ground as he walked forward, the sword's edge dragging across the surface, sparks flying everywhere.

Xiao Zhengde was trembling with fear.

But just as he was in despair...

Whoosh!

A cold glint suddenly burst from the horizon, and Xiao Yi's eyebrows knit together as he raised his sword to strike.

Clang!

The two sword edges collided.

The Falling Dust Sword in Xiao Yi's hand actually stretched taut, cracks spreading along the blade.

The violent force stopped Xiao Yi's advance abruptly.

And that longsword merely touched before retreating, whirling through the air to land in front of Xiao Zhengde, with a figure descending from the sky, standing atop the suspended longsword. The man was dressed in green, his face as handsome as jade, with his long hair flowing.

His body radiated Sword Qi, like a sovereign amongst swords, commanding respect with an overwhelming presence.

The newcomer looked at Xiao Yi expressionlessly, "With me here, you won't lay a finger on him!"

Xiao Yi squinted, staring at the other, "Who are you?"

The middle-aged man's mouth curved slightly, and he spoke slowly, "Tianjian Sect, Xu Changsheng!"