Live-in Son-in-law-Chapter 1208: Worthless Rabble

"Qin Yi, you are far too arrogant. The arrogant will face rain, humans will encounter misfortune; you will pay for your conceit."

Yun Chengtian said firmly, his gaze as vicious as a poison snake.

Qin Yi's mouth slightly curved up, chuckling lightly, "I, Qin, have always been flamboyant, why be understated? Especially in front of you little chickens and dogs, there's no reason to be humble."

"Eldest Prince, this person is too arrogant, allow me to confront him." Qiu Ben requested battle.

The Eldest Prince's gaze slightly contracted. "No need, all of you attack together and kill him."

A hint of displeasure flashed in Qiu Ben's eyes; in his view, Qin Yi was so young, having five of them go together seemed to overestimate him.

Yun Chengtian thought otherwise; previously, the thunder Qiu Ben faced he couldn't withstand, but Qin Yi emerged unscathed, even uprooting the Thunder Tree, proving Qin Yi's terror. Thus, five attacking together is safer.

"Attack together to exterminate him, leave no mercy," Yun Chengtian stated indifferently.

All five received the order, simultaneously taking a step, their aura rising; five early-stage Mahayana realm experts, merely the pressure surrounding them caused the Divine Soul to tremble.

Qin Yi looked at Yun Qinglian, "Step back."

Yun Qinglian asked worriedly, "Can you manage?"

"Take away that 'can', doubt me over killing a few useless ones?"

Yun Qinglian: "..."

She wanted to say she was just worried, okay?

But she retreated far off, in such a confrontation she had no place to participate.

"You brat, I'll make you unable to live or die." Qiu Ben grinned maliciously.

Qin Yi sneered dismissively.

"Looking at your age, speaking so idiotically. Killing isn't done with the mouth, but depends on strength."

Qiu Ben's gaze turned cold, angrily shouting, "Kill him."

With that, Qiu Ben charged forward like lightning, raising a palm, terrifying power condensed into a descending slash, like a great blade crashing down on Qin Yi.

Qin Yi's mouth slightly curved up, slowly extending his hand, five strands of Purple Light shot from his fingertips, instantly entwining with Qiu Ben's power. Qin Yi's fingers clenched tightly, with a bang, Qiu Ben's power was crushed directly, a terrible storm spread all around, shaking the entire cave.

At the same time, the other four spread out, encircling Qin Yi in the center.

All four attacked simultaneously, earth-shaking power coming at Qin Yi from four directions.

Qin Yi's mouth formed a graceful arc, throwing a punch in each direction, purple Fist Marks exploded from his fists, swelling with the wind, transforming to the size of millstones to clash against the four's power.

"Boom boom...!"

The terrifying explosions caused shockwaves to sweep furiously, shaking the ground till it cracked, debris from the ceiling plummeted only to be pulverized by the dispersing storm.

"Is this all?" Qin Yi said coldly, his words full of contempt.

Qiu Ben and the others looked grim, their eyes growing serious; none were fools, Qin Yi alone took on the attacks of five, proving his strong cultivation.

Qiu Ben spread his hands behind his back, taking down two silver hammers the size of bowls, as Silver Light traveled across them, they were supreme Spiritual Artifacts.

"Whish!"

A Longsword unsheathed, chilling Sword Qi decreasing the surrounding temperature.

A gaunt elder with a horse-like face drew a Longsword; this person was named Xiong Zixian.

Qin Yi glanced at the weapon in his hand; though slightly inferior to Qiu Ben's, it was an excellent Spiritual Artifact.

It seems in this world, good weapons are scarce. Before Qin Yi arrived, he thought Spiritual Artifacts and Holy Artifacts were as common as cabbages, one per person.

The other three also summoned their weapons.

Qin Yi glanced around, the lowest among these weapons was the Longsword in Xiong Zixian's hand, a middle-grade spiritual artifact.

For people in the Mahayana realm, possessing Spiritual Artifacts was normal.

"Whoosh!"

The chilling wind surged toward Qin Yi's back.

Qiu Ben attacked, wielding the hammers, smashing towards Qin Yi's back.

Qin Yi's figure flickered, disappearing from his place, moving aside.

"Bang!"

Qiu Ben's hammer struck the ground, immediately causing it to explode, dirt flew, and the impact left a gaping hole.

As Qin Yi steadied himself, a hissing sound broke through the air.

Xiong Zixian's sword was like a poison snake, darting towards Qin Yi's throat at lightning speed.

Qin Yi slightly shifted, the Longsword grazed his shoulder, the chilling Sword Qi causing the hairs on his neck to stand.

Xiong Zixian's wrist flicked, the sword swept across, aiming at Qin Yi's neck.

How could Qin Yi allow him the chance, his fists like Purple Crystal Stone, striking like lightning, a punch smashing into the blade, terrifying power erupting forth.

"Thud thud..."

Xiong Zixian was sent retreating over ten steps, the ground cracking underfoot, the Longsword clanged, his whole right arm trembling, he was filled with shock.

Whereas, Qin Yi casually retreated a step.

"Whish!"

A completely pitch-black, gleaming Iron Hook grazed past his chest. The hook was attached to a thumb-thick iron chain.

The wielder saw Qin Yi dodge, tugging the chain, trying to retrieve the hook.

But Qin Yi moved with lightning speed, grabbing the chain connected to the hook. With a metallic clang, the chain suddenly tautened.

This chain and hook was a superior Spiritual Artifact.

Qin Yi looked at its owner, whose appearance was unremarkable but gaze filled with malice.

The hook's owner surged with power, trying to reclaim the chain. Qin Yi held on with one hand, mockingly watching, and they fell into a tug-of-war.

The hook's owner grew increasingly frustrated, exerting full effort but couldn't move Qin Yi at all, as though Qin Yi was rooted to the ground.

"You want it? I'll return it, a gentleman doesn't seize another's preference."

Upon saying this, Qin Yi suddenly let go.

Before the hook's owner could rejoice, he saw the hook surge toward his face like a streak of cold light, swift and frightening, causing him to break into a cold sweat, evading hurriedly.

"Pfft!"

Blood splattered, accompanied by a painful grunt.

Though fast in dodging, the hook took away a piece of flesh from the shoulder.

Qin Yi sneered dismissively, "Unable to control your own weapon, you don't deserve to wield it."

The hook owner glared venomously at Qin Yi.

"Qin Yi, desist your arrogance," Qiu Ben shouted angrily, charging at Qin Yi, wielding the hammers, smashing them down on Qin Yi's head, the terrifying power was alarming.

With a cold laugh, Qin Yi's skin transformed into Purple Crystal Stone as he threw a punch toward the descending hammer.

"Bang!"

The fist collided directly with the hammer, no fancy moves, the terrifying Qi exploding outward.

"Thud thud...!"

Qiu Ben was forced back over ten steps, cracking the ground underfoot, trembling in shock as he stared at Qin Yi, his hammer nearly sent flying.

Others were equally shocked, Qin Yi clashing a bare fist against a Spiritual Artifact, moreover dominating, it was unbelievable.