Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi-Chapter 1002 - 1000: If You Do Not Die, I Am Not Worthy of Being the Saint Heir! [First Update]

Chapter 1002: Chapter 1000: If You Do Not Die, I Am Not Worthy of Being the Saint Heir! [First Update]

"Then it shall be a fight to the death!"

Facing Li Jianyang’s aggressive threats, Xiao Yi let out a cold snort.

Not to mention that Li Jianyang might possibly become a domain lord, so what if he already is one?

With Xiao Yi’s current strength, if it’s the great Nantian Holy Land.

Only the Holy Master himself would be worthy of his apprehension!

It’s just that Li Jianyang and his associates are oblivious to this!

Li Yun who was in Xiao Yi’s grasp was also fearlessly roaring, "Xiao Yi, if you have the guts, just throw me down... This isn’t your insignificant Southern State of the Daqian Dynasty. If you dare harm a single hair on me, not only will you not be able to leave the Saint Heir’s mansion today, but even the Daqian Dynasty behind you will suffer!"

"Li Yun is right, if you dare harm a single hair on him, after I kill you, someone will be immediately dispatched to the Daqian Dynasty."

Li Jianyang sneered with a sinister smirk, "It’s said that you built the Xiaoshanhe Institute and the entire Daqian Dynasty by yourself, it’s the endeavor of your lifetime, right? The Saint Heir will send people to the Daqian Dynasty, to slaughter their royal family, to exterminate everyone from the Xiaoshanhe Institute. Oh no, those women will still need to be captured and brought back. There must be quite a few of your female disciples, right? It would be so enjoyable to have a maiden slaughter feast in front of you, haha..."

"There is a road to heaven you did not take; there is no door to hell, yet you come here on your own. Isn’t it good to live well? You just had to seek death!"

Xiao Yi sighed lightly.

His gaze remained calm, yet within the depths of his eyes was a surging cold murderous intent.

Li Jianyang actually dared to use the people from the Daqian Dynasty and the Xiaoshanhe Institute as a threat?

This had touched Xiao Yi’s bottom line!

A dragon shall be enraged if its scales are touched — those who touch them shall die!

The scale of Xiao Yi’s rage was precisely his friends and disciples...

"Stop spouting nonsense, I don’t believe you really dare to..." Li Yun was full of confidence.

This was the Saint Heir’s mansion.

With Saint Heir Li Jianyang himself watching from the side, in his mind, unless Xiao Yi was tired of living, it was absolutely impossible for Xiao Yi to kill him.

Li Jianyang and his people thought the same.

They all had looks of mockery on their faces, waiting to see Xiao Yi’s embarrassment.

Unfortunately...

This time they really guessed wrong!

"As you wish!"

Xiao Yi calmly responded, grabbing Li Yun’s hair and with a plunge, pushed him headfirst into the lake. The Bloodthirsty Corpse Worms in the lake, having been stimulated by the scent of blood, were extremely active.

Suddenly upon detecting Li Yun’s entry into the water, they swarmed towards him like untethered wild horses gone mad.

Attacking all at once.

Chichi chichi!

Waves of water splashed tumultuously.

Before Li Yun could even scream out in agony, his legs were already gnawed clean, and the lake’s surface was dyed red with blood, further stimulating more Bloodthirsty Corpse Worms to swarm. Countless blue Bloodthirsty Corpse Worms clung to his body, devouring his flesh and blood.

Li Yun was, after all, a warrior of the Human Venerate Realm, with far sharper senses than those girls.

Each bite from the Bloodthirsty Corpse Worms brought bone-deep searing pain, multiplied tenfold, a hundredfold on his body. In an instant, Li Yun no longer had his previous arrogance and confidence; it was replaced with despair and madness: "Save me... Saint Heir, save me...!"

"..."

In the entire back courtyard, there was only the chaotic noise of splashing water and the hysterical screams of Li Yun.

Everyone was dumbstruck, watching this unfold.

Even Li Jianyang hadn’t reacted, never having imagined that Xiao Yi would truly dare to throw Li Yun into the lake!

By the time he came back to his senses...

Li Yun was gnawed down to nothing but a lone head floating in midair, his eyes bulging with rage and within them, not only bewilderment and despair but also a trace of deep regret.

Ah!

Ahhh!

Ahhhhh...

Li Jianyang, so furious his eyes seemed to spew fire and veins on his forehead squirmed like crazed dragons, grinded his teeth and erupted into a hysterical roar: "You actually dared to kill Li Yun in front of me? You are dead for sure; even if the deity himself arrived, he couldn’t save you. Xiao Yi, go to hell!"

Boom!

A golden sun hung overhead.

Its light was dazzling and unparalleled.

It also carried an intense heat, such that the moment the sun appeared, countless plants in the backyard withered instantly. Thick mist rose from the undulating surface of the lake, and amidst the hazy fog, the screams of the Bloodthirsty Corpse Worms were incessant.

It was enough to make one’s scalp tingle.

"Sun Divine Fist!"

Li Jianyang launched a punch, the giant sun coalescing on the surface of his fist, its scorching heat enough to melt metal.

The searing hot wind that rushed towards Xiao Yi felt like slices of red-hot iron cutting across his skin.

Such a ferocious attack made numerous strong men in the backyard retreat, fear written across their faces: "As expected of the Saint Heir, such a powerful punch, one that only a Heaven Venerate Realm master could possibly withstand, who else could resist?"

"Xiao Yi is really seeking his own death, daring to actually kill Li Yun? Doesn’t he know that Li Yun is Saint Heir’s confidant?"

"People from small places are just like this, thinking they have a Domain Lord to back them up. Little do they know, even as the worst-case scenario, the Saint Heir is destined to be a Domain Lord, and even if a Domain Lord were here in person, no one could save Xiao Yi now!"

Xiao Yi stood against the wind, his robe fluttering loudly, facing such a violent assault without a hint of panic.

Facing the ferocious Li Jianyang, he simply waved his hand casually.

That ordinary slap.

In the eyes of everyone, it was just so laughable.

"Isn’t Xiao Yi being too arrogant? To face the Saint Heir’s attack so carelessly?"

"The Sun Divine Fist is infused with the scorching flame of the earth’s core, its temperature extremely high, even superior elemental weapons can’t block it, and he’s meeting it with his flesh and blood palm, really a death wish!"

"A country bumpkin is a country bumpkin after all; he probably has no idea about the power of the Sun Divine Fist!"

However...

The scoffing of the crowd stopped abruptly moments later.

That casually thrown slap contained an incomparable, terrifying power.

Where the palm passed...

The fiery fist of the Sun Divine Fist scattered like a candle’s flame in the wind, vanishing in an instant.

Hiss!

Li Jianyang, watching his Sun Divine Fist dissipated by a mere slap, wore a face of shock and disbelief, about to speak, only to see that the slap was unstoppable and fiercely oncoming.

Crack!

A crisp sound, and then darkness fell before Li Jianyang’s eyes.

Followed by a sharp pain spreading from his cheek, a wretched scream burst forth as blood gushed from his mouth and nose. His entire body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing harshly into the lake with a loud splash.

But the force of that slap had not yet dissipated.

Instead, it carried Li Jianyang horizontally across the air, its onslaught slicing the lake surface into two walls of water, flying out for miles before crashing down on the lakeshore with a thunderous boom.

Only after smashing through several walls did his momentum finally halt.

Inside the backyard.

There was a dead silence.

Everyone looked dumbstruck at Xiao Yi, who stood suspended in the air, and the lake’s surface that hadn’t settled for a long time, as well as the ruins enveloped in rising dust clouds far away.

Gulp!

A few moments passed, and someone couldn’t help swallowing their saliva hard, breaking the deathly silence: "I, I must be seeing things, right?"

"The, the Saint Heir was, was slapped away by Xiao Yi?"

"The Saint Heir couldn’t have died, could he?"

Everyone’s gaze turned towards the direction of the ruins.

At that moment...

A fiery red pillar of light suddenly soared into the sky from within the ruins.

Along with it, fragments of the broken walls and rubble were lifted into the air, and amid those countless flying stones, Li Jianyang enveloped in red light shot up into the sky. At this point, Li Jianyang no longer possessed his previous graceful demeanor but looked disheveled, with hair unkempt, utterly wretched.

Wrapped in the raging wind.

Li Jianyang stood suspended in the air, his eyes emitting a chilling gleam like knives, staring intently at Xiao Yi: "Today, if you don’t die, I, Li Jianyang, am not fit to be the Saint Heir!"