Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi

Thud!

Xu Changsheng lay stiffly on the ground, with fresh blood gushing out like a fountain from the crescent-shaped sword wound in his glabella.

This supreme expert, who had held the position of the number one person in the Great Qian Dynasty for many years, closed his eyes at this moment.

The Clear Shadow Sword in his hand vibrated with a humming sound, as if it were wailing.

Between heaven and earth, there was silence.

The numerous powerhouses of the Tianjian Sect were completely silent, staring dumbfounded at Xu Changsheng lying motionless on the ground, devoid of any signs of life, still unable to believe what they were seeing.

In the void.

Figures like Liaochen Taoist and Shen Yan, powerful beings from various major sects, were also pursing their lips, at a loss for words.

Every person felt as if there was a heavy rock firmly lodged in their heart.

Terrifying oppression that made it hard to breathe.

The complexity of emotions reached an extreme.

Generations come and go, each leading the way for hundreds of years.

But...

When the old generation that once stood unrivaled falls, it still brings about a desolate and helpless sorrow akin to the despair of a rabbit mourning the death of a fox.

Even the once unrivaled Xu Changsheng has died.

What about them?

Do they still dare to be enemies with Xiao Yi?

Whoosh!

Shen Yan exhaled a deep breath with rage, his eyes bloodshot as he clenched his teeth and said, "Xiao Yi, what a Xiao Yi..."

"This young man... has boundless prospects!"

"Now, I actually feel some sympathy for Xiao Zhengde…"

"Such a prodigy, and yet he was treated as trash and given away as a son-in-law, even expelled from his own family, I really don't understand what he was thinking..."

A murmur of private conversations broke the silence of this part of the world.

While a host of strong figures from the sects were overwhelmed with emotions.

Within the Tianjian Sect, there was a sound of mourning, "The, the Sect Leader is dead?"

"Our invincible Sect Leader is dead? Killed by Xiao Yi?"

"This... No, I don't believe it, I don't…"

One after another, Tianjian Sect disciples shed tears of despair, and the elder-level powerhouses trembled, many spitting out blood.

The blow was just too great!

Just too brutal!

"Avenge the Sect Leader!"

"The Sect Leader cannot die in vain, avenge him!"

"Avenge him!"

Angry roars spread throughout the Tianjian Sect, and one by one the strong would dive down even if they could not defeat Xiao Yi. They swarmed towards Xiao Yi, just to kill him and defend the last of their convictions.

Whoosh!

Xiao Yi exhaled deeply, squinting at the strong figures of the Tianjian Sect rushing towards him like a steel tide, and sighed lightly, "Why bother?"

Hum!

The sword named Chopping Moon vibrated with a hum.

It was a demonic blade, extremely bloodthirsty and murderous.

Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes, ready to strike.

But just then...

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of earth-shattering rumbling approached from afar, and dust and smoke billowed on the horizon.

A dense mass of cavalry galloped forward.

At the forefront was Yang Yuhuan!

Yang Yuhuan held a battle flag with a giant "Xiao" character on it, and with a heaven-piercing roar, yelled, "Xiao Zhenguo, Yang Yuhuan is here!"

"Xiao Zhenguo, here comes someone Liu!"

"Whoever dares to touch Xiao Zhenguo, I will annihilate your whole clan…"

Yang Zun, Yang Zheng, Yang Bingtian, Yang Ling... and even Emperor Qian Yang Hualong, were all surprisingly visible on the horizon. They personally led an army of three million, a vast and overwhelming force that surged forth like a black tide of iron.

The cavalry moved with incredible speed.

They had already surged past Xiao Yi, charging towards the strong members of the Tianjian Sect.

Yang Yuhuan, the War God of the Great Qian Dynasty, led the charge. As he brushed past Xiao Yi, he shouted, "Xiao Zhenguo, take a breather, we'll handle this!"

"The Great Qian Dynasty, sworn to fight shoulder to shoulder with Xiao Zhenguo to the death!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

Millions of warriors roared in unison, their voices shaking heaven and earth.

For a moment.

The sky darkened, and the sun and moon lost their luster.

Yang Zun landed beside Xiao Yi. He, along with Yang Bingtian and another, immediately positioned themselves to Xiao Yi's left and right, vigilantly surveying their surroundings.

Yang Hualong dismounted, his face etched with urgency as he produced a bottle of medicine: "Xiao Zhenguo, we've arrived too late. Quick, this is the Purple Ginseng Jade Dew Elixir, it can restore life to dead flesh and mend bones. Take it now!"

The now Crown Prince Yang Ling was also extremely anxious: "Xiao Zhenguo, are you alright?"

Xiao Yi grunted in acknowledgment, taking and swallowing the Purple Ginseng Jade Dew Elixir.

Once the elixir entered his body, it transformed into a soothing stream that flowed through his limbs and body, bringing back a touch of color to Xiao Yi's pale face. His battle with Xu Changsheng had also been a tremendous pressure on him.

In the end, it was the mysteriousness of the Sword Twenty-Two that had enabled him to cut down his foe.

But the fight had left his internal organs severely shaken.

With the Purple Ginseng Jade Dew Elixir's healing powers, the tearing pain in his organs was substantially relieved.

Xiao Yi nodded slightly to Emperor Qian and Yang Ling to indicate he was fine, and looking out at the millions-strong army clashing with the Tianjian Sect's powerhouses, he couldn't help frowning and asking, "Why have you all come?"

In the eyes of the royal family of the Great Qian Dynasty, now was not the time for a decisive battle with the Tianjian Sect.

Even if they eradicated the Tianjian Sect, it could lead to the ultimate breakdown of their truce with the other nine great sects.

If those nine sects united against the royal family, it could pose a tremendous crisis.

In Xiao Yi's memory...

Emperor Qian and his lot were not the kind to act rashly.

Emperor Qian cracked a smile, understanding Xiao Yi's concerns, and laughingly said, "You are our ranked general, tasked with the defense of our nation. Of course, our royal family must stand with you on the same frontline!"

Yang Zun and others also nodded their heads in agreement.

Xiao Yi was at a loss for what to say.

Although Emperor Qian had once been intent on suppressing him, the current change was indeed a great comfort to him.

Xiao Yi nodded his head.

He didn't say much in thanks but got up to walk over to Xu Changsheng's side.

He picked up the Clear Shadow Sword.

Hum hum!

The Clear Shadow Sword vibrated with excitement as Xiao Yi tossed it up into the air, and the Clear Shadow Sword flew up with a whoosh. A silver light shone, covering the Clear Shadow Sword, and a layer of rust could be seen forming visibly on the sword.

Eventually, it turned into a pile of scrap iron and fell to the ground.

The Clear Shadow Sword continued to tremble with hums.

Silver rays burst forth from the Clear Shadow Sword, and with a thunderous boom, countless silvery lights formed a sea of stars in the sky.

Standing amidst the ocean of stars.

The Clear Shadow Sword spun continuously as the stars fell upon it one by one.

Ding ding ding!

These stars seemed like hammers, tirelessly forging the Clear Shadow Sword. After a full ten breaths, all the starlight merged into the Clear Shadow Sword, forming a silver dragon shadow along its blade.

Whoosh!

The stars in the sky vanished.

The Clear Shadow Sword cut through the air with a swift slash.

Whoosh!

A sword beam thousands of feet long plummeted to the ground, and amidst thunderous rumblings, the ground cracked open violently.

A scar thousands of feet long, like a scar across the earth, was left in its wake.

The Clear Shadow Sword had officially reached the peak of the seventh-layer.

And it was just a step away from the eighth-layer!

"Congratulations to Xiao Zhenguo on acquiring such a divine weapon!"

"Only such a divine sword is fit for a hero like Xiao Zhenguo!" the crowd remarked enviously, congratulating Xiao Yi one after another.

Xiao Yi smirked and beckoned to the Clear Shadow Sword.

But just as the Clear Shadow Sword was about to return to his hand, an unexpected twist occurred.

A massive hand made of vital energy suddenly appeared out of nowhere and grabbed the hilt of the Clear Shadow Sword. At the same time, a haughty voice echoed between heaven and earth: "Such a divine weapon should not fall into the hands of such lowly being. It would be better off with this young master!"