Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi

"It's your turn!"

Xiao Yi hooked his finger at Ye Beixuan, his face bearing an icy sneer and provocation.

The powerhouses brought by Ye Beixuan had almost dwindled to him alone.

His face had turned unsightly to the extreme.

In Ye Beixuan's eyes, the Great Qian Dynasty was just a low-level nation, its mightiest warriors merely ordinary Nine Nirvana Rebirth Realm. When he received the message from Xiao Zhengde, Ye Beixuan took it as the simplest of tasks.

All it took was just going through the motions...

With his identity as the son of the Deputy Chief of the Inspectorate in the Nantian Dynasty, the warriors of the Great Qian Dynasty would all submit to him.

But what Ye Beixuan had never anticipated was...

From the moment he arrived in the Great Qian Dynasty, he had been thwarted at every turn.

His subordinates were slaughtered to near extinction.

Especially since even Elder Hu had been killed by Xiao Yi, it was as if Ye Beixuan's arms had been chopped off, and he faced a resounding slap in the face! He recalled his own arrogant disdain when he first arrived, never taking Xiao Yi seriously.

Now, observing the current state of battle, it was this same Xiao Yi, whom they never took seriously, who had successively slain his right-hand men.

To Ye Beixuan, this was an unthinkable humiliation!

But...

Beyond his rage, Ye Beixuan also knew that even with all his power, it wouldn't be easy to kill Elder Hu.

Xiao Yi's strength was so formidable that even Ye Beixuan now lacked absolute confidence.

Ye Beixuan's hesitation and worry were all noticed by Xiao Zhengde.

Xiao Zhengde was growing anxious.

He was well aware that his actions had thoroughly enraged Xiao Yi.

Unless he could use Ye Beixuan's hand to completely eradicate Xiao Yi, with Xiao Yi's current strength, a hundred Xiao Zhengdes would not be enough for him to kill unless Xiao Tianjiao returned. Yet, Xiao Tianjiao was far off in the Nantian Dynasty, even cultivating in the Nantian Holy Institute.

He wouldn't be back any time soon.

With this thought...

Xiao Zhengde cleared his throat slightly, pretending to sigh, "Young Master Ye, I never expected this rebel to be so powerful. Even Elder Hu was no match for him. With your esteemed identity, it's better not to take risks. If by chance you're injured by this rebel, the loss would outweigh the gain!"

"What did you say? You think he can hurt me?"

Ye Beixuan instantly bristled.

Who was he?

He was the son of the Deputy Chief of the Inspectorate, and a disciple of the Nantian Holy Institute.

Did Xiao Zhengde actually believe he would lose to Xiao Yi?

These words utterly dispelled the slight notion of retreat that had just begun to emerge in Ye Beixuan's heart. He snorted coldly, his expression emotionless as he looked at Xiao Yi, "Xiao Yi, I admit I underestimated you. But you relied on that divine sword to defeat Elder Hu. If you dare, don't use that divine sword, and let's fight with fists and feet to determine who is stronger!"

Xiao Yi arched an eyebrow.

He had naturally heard what Xiao Zhengde had just said; the old guy was truly sickening. But since Ye Beixuan insisted on a fight, Xiao Yi naturally wouldn't back down. Turning over his hand, he planted the Zhan Yue sword into the ground and said indifferently, "Since you seek a battle, I shall duly oblige!"

"Good!"

Ye Beixuan's eyes lit up.

In his view, once Xiao Yi was without the Zhan Yue, his combat power would decrease by at least thirty percent.

With this...

His chances of winning were even greater!

"Xuanming Divine Palm!"

Ye Beixuan moved, and snow flurried around him, his palm thrusting towards Xiao Yi with the force of a battering ram.

In the howling palm wind...

The surrounding snow coalesced continuously, forming a massive icy hand.

Xiao Yi remained expressionless, still pointing with one finger, "Four Symbols Heavenly Suppressing Finger!"

Hum!

The Four Symbols emerged, a colossal finger spanning the sky.

One palm, one finger.

In the void, it was as if the tip of a needle met the point of wheat, colliding with each other.

Boom!

A thunderous roar rang out, deafening.

Watching the two engage in battle, Xiao Zhengde secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Ye Beixuan, oh Ye Beixuan, you must not let me down. You have to kill this rebel!"

But his heart, which had just eased, was soon lifted with worry again.

He saw Xiao Yi's single finger strike shatter the ice and snow palm, with half of the massive finger still outstretched in the air, it struck Ye Beixuan with a bang and sent him flying backwards.

Swish!

Ye Beixuan was sent flying backward, and even after landing, he retreated over a dozen steps, his face shifting uncertainly as he looked at Xiao Yi.

Powerful onlookers were stunned, then erupted in praise, "Worthy of being the Great Qian Dynasty's Xiao Zhenguo, with just one finger, he broke through such a terrifying attack."

"It seems that Ye Beixuan is not that great after all!"

"Could it be that this is the strength of Nantian Dynasty's genius?"

The hushed whispers among the crowd made Ye Beixuan's face turn incredibly ugly.

Whoosh!

Ye Beixuan exhaled a deep breath, his eyes fixed on Xiao Yi, and he said through gritted teeth, "You're just good with your hands. If you dare, let's compare our leg skills!"

"Leg skills?"

Xiao Yi was startled.

His eyes moved to Ye Beixuan's legs, which were solidly grounded and stable, revealing that he had extremely high mastery in leg techniques.

Yang Zun continuously advised, "Xiao Yi, do not agree to him, this man must be a master of leg techniques!"

"Don't be fooled..." Yang Ling clenched his fists tightly, his face full of concern.

Xiao Zhengde added fuel to the fire from the side, "Rebel, you wouldn't be chickening out, would you?"

Whoosh!

Xiao Yi exhaled a long breath, smiling as he looked at Ye Beixuan, "Fine, let's compare legs then!"

"Hahaha, you fell for it!"

Ye Beixuan's eyes sharpened, the excited bloodlust in his eyes surged as he revealed a fierce and cold sneer, "I have been practicing leg techniques since childhood, and the strength in my legs far surpasses that of my peers. Seventy percent of my strength lies in my legs..."

As soon as his words fell,

Ye Beixuan had already leapt high, bellowing along with the raging wind, "Wind God Leg!"

Swish, swish, swish!

Where Ye Beixuan passed, a violent wind arose, forming a tornado that enveloped his body and rolled towards Xiao Yi. This move was incredibly powerful; even someone at the Nine Nirvana Rebirth Realm like Xu Changsheng would likely be seriously injured if hit.

But just as this fierce move was about to hit Xiao Yi, he suddenly made his move.

Xiao Yi kept his hands behind his back and simply swept out a leg.

There was no special technique, just an ordinary sweeping leg!

Yet this leg was imbued with the violent power of Wind Thunder, and as the two legs collided in the void, Ye Beixuan was jolted.

The whirlwind enveloping Ye Beixuan abruptly ceased, his body frozen in mid-air.

He was effectively blocked by that single kick from Xiao Yi!

Hiss!

Ye Beixuan winced in pain, flying backward and landing with a thud; he desperately rubbed his leg bones. His face was full of shock as he looked at Xiao Yi, his expression darkening.

He had never expected that his most skilled leg technique would also lose to Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi's lips curled into a teasing smile, "Ye Beixuan, do you have any other requests? Speak freely! Don't let others think I am bullying you!"

"You, you..."

Ye Beixuan's face turned from green to white, utterly humiliated.

Humiliation, indeed!

This was an unprecedented disgrace!

His weapon skills crushed; his hand-to-hand skills crushed; his best leg techniques also crushed.

It was like rubbing his pride into the dirt!

Xiao Yi's lips tilted slightly upward, "Ye Beixuan, do you dare to fight?"